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Joined: 2/11/2008
Msg: 301 | |
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Posted: 6/16/2008 12:20:08 AM |  e. I am tired but wanted to leave a write here... for all the Souls like us
So lost and alone...Think their lives are alone. Makes me sad...as I know it does you~
hugs E.
Beautiful people ; they show us all the ways
Words of Poetry and Soul
What more could one Soul ask?
Kinder souls I have never met
than those upon these pages
Some sincere and heartbold of fear
Leak of every word they make'
Poetry just flows from their mouths
I read each and every word...
sometimes I cannot respond
Poetry of life it seems
flows from mouths ; so hard to read
I read each one like an Epitaph
cause never know when they may be back...
Life is illusion and real is what it seems
I know what is real...I know what is not clear
I dance in the dream and in the words I delight!!!!
Nothing better than sharing a heart...
singin' a Soul that has felt long parted!
God knew what he said when he said....
Take me to your arms...
for in your arms...
I am wisdom...
I am delight!
Take me in your arms....
lonely to the nite...
Rock me tonite~ | |
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Posted: 6/16/2008 10:03:32 AM | Oh my goodness, while I slept there was a poetry party going on and I feel so blessed that you had it here because I just love your words and like My Girl Lady J says some of your poetry has truly touched me to both laughter and tears...
My Girl Lady J ~ I try to create a deep picture…yes I try too : )...God knew what he said when he said...Take me to your arms... for in your arms...I am wisdom...I am delight!~ My Girl you rock!
EyestotheSky ~ I have always loved your depth, and every time I read your writings I feel as though I am standing right there seeing it, feeling it … Walking away is the hard part in the beginning…then beginning again is the hard part after you've won the game… How much do i have left. Can i begin again ~ yes we can there is always more from depths we never fathom until we do it because we must.
Transcend~ Your wisdom holds back no punches...it always bites and is so strong in its delivery. I always read your such over and over again.
SilverSwan ~ There is something in everything I read of yours you that touches me so, whether it be light hearted or heavy. I feel as though you are one of the oldest souls in here and it has nothing to do with age...so don’t you start...
Love to you all...Thank you all...E | |
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Posted: 6/16/2008 4:15:19 PM | timing is everything isn’t it?
so many times I have thought if only
a day earlier...a day later...what might have happened
why did I wait...why did I hurry...when I did?
is my internal metronome broken?
every time I wait patiently, I feel rushed
every time I speed up, I am stalled
by the Bizarre mystery of it all
its something I cannot explain away
I feel foiled by behaviors and habits
that seem to plague
is timing all in my hands entirely
is it divine plan for dreams not to happen?
my spirit feels wounded, pounded down
swirling I am caught in the rip tides
swept away in chaotic reasoning
as I watch my soul drown
in lousy timing | |
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Posted: 6/16/2008 4:35:20 PM | A spirit is a sacred thing,
to leave it beside the road alone,
is like abandoning a child,
defenseless and unprotected.
A wise man once told me,
"don't ask why! ask...why not?"
if only this,
if only that,
and time keeps on ticking
as life passes by.!
and my tombstone reads
"Denial!" | |
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Posted: 6/16/2008 4:36:05 PM | No greater gift than that of perfect timing
all the rest bow and bend a knee
but time is a cyclical creature
she comes in loops of languid length
perfection today ,decay tomorrow
each block stands in edificial order
or falls | |
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Posted: 6/16/2008 4:43:55 PM | Thank you Gentlemen...
The school of hard knocks
Bruises me with lack of subtlety
I get spanked down every time
Put in my place
Black and blue by the truth
Discolored flesh made warm by reprimands
My pink cheeked smack downs | |
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Posted: 6/17/2008 12:22:12 PM |
I get spanked down every time
Put in my place
Yet you come back always fighting, do you not?
Did I?
Did I foresee this path
that I wander upon this day
did I ever for a moment
see my life taking me this way
Not I, is my answer
never did I believe love would take me to a new land
in my wildest imaginings
did I believe that love could be known through a touch of a hand
I've learned so much on this path I now take
I see that nothing in life is written in stone
that we must so fight for what we yearn for
if we do not wish to live this life alone
for they say that nothing good comes easy
so I put my best foot forward to take me to love
always I believe...
guided from above. | |
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mmmmmy
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Joined: 2/11/2008
Msg: 308 | |
| Cathartic Expression of Authentic Self
Posted: 6/17/2008 12:38:37 PM |
for they say that nothing good comes easy
so I put my best foot forward to take me to love
always I believe...
guided from above.
Well Wabby, I think that some Angel has guided you...
through all of this ; for it has been a long trip
And as you say "It ain't over yet!"
But I am sure that the Angel that guided you there
will guide you as well; through any other despair!
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Posted: 6/17/2008 3:54:22 PM | Yes, We do Dear Wabby, We do...
so I put my best foot forward to take me to love
always I believe...
guided from above.
I have no choice than to listen closely
To what is spoken ever so softly
Inside my heart, that drumbeat
A message that I hear so loudly
Even though delivered so quietly
Its powerful cadence is resounding
My Girl, it pleases me so to learn that you saw that same moon.
You are truly a moon and soul sistah
In fact, I know I have two... | |
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Posted: 6/17/2008 4:35:04 PM | Yes, I talk too much sometimes
Speedie is a nickname I’ve had since I was four
That military friend I told you about
The one who flew all over the world with his wife
He named me so. I asked way too many questions
Came at him with the whys and the how comes
Always wanted to know, to learn, so he called me
Speedie for the speed of my mind
But at times I’m not fast enough
To hide what I feel inside
it all shows in my eyes
They give me away
my lie detectors
My windows
My mind’s mouth
they talk when I don’t. | |
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Posted: 6/17/2008 7:10:01 PM | eyes like clear glass floating
windows to another world
holding the silence of your soul
mirroring the abyss of blue above
and the hidden wells of your tears | |
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Posted: 6/18/2008 10:06:31 AM | I do believe our eyes gaze upon the same moon ....one can just feel it from afar.
But at times I’m not fast enough
To hide what I feel inside
it all shows in my eyes
Hide Not
Hide not what your soul wishes others to see
believe that what your eyes offer help another to be free
for your wisdom has been granted as a gift
to provide other souls with a gentle lift
others are sent to us for a reason this we know
aid them we must as through life they flow
so hide not who you are or depths of what you feel
in this life precious are those that can be purely real
send out what you can to give to another an easier day
some of us are sent to show others the way. | |
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Posted: 6/20/2008 8:13:04 AM | Silver that was so lovely, your writing often has a haunting quality to it.
Wabbit, I will follow your advice, it is always so wise
Thank you. | |
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Posted: 6/20/2008 10:25:15 AM | You speak so deeply from a heart with no end
This woman is breaking and wants to know that depth
When you kiss me I’ll know your warmth completely
My rock to stronghold all the needs of my world
Though I feel as though you have already
will your lips truly be the ones to speak of love to me
will your eyes be the ones to gaze upon our children
will your eyes look at me with pride as my partner, my lover
I am so confused by the way you touch me
From a distance I feel you; I feel your soul so close
When I look at the rocks by the river I want you there with me
When I go to sleep in my bed, I see you behind my eyelids
I pray for you
I wake to you
I sleep with you
Even when you are not there
I am frightened. Are you the best for me? Would this love be healthy?
What would I do if I am not as you wish?
I do not want to hurt another but it could happen.
and in the end that person could be you and could also be me
You touch me, I feel you, my eyes belong to you
As I look into your eyes with mine
Do you see
Do you see me
Or is this love imaginary? | |
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Posted: 6/20/2008 10:36:36 AM | Trying to find love just on the local street
Did destiny make us cross paths for us to meet
Or am I simply drifting along the lines of lust
Without a solemate I'm lost, baffled unsure of trust
You offer me a hand to cover my tears
Is that what love trully is when another cares
Is it written in the sky that so many marriages come to an end
Find the strengh to carry on and love again | |
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Posted: 6/20/2008 11:49:56 AM |
Did destiny make us cross paths for us to meet
Or am I simply drifting along the lines of lust
Welcome lberserkerl, I often wonder about that stuff too, it weighs heavily sometimes as lust and love can get confused and I believe there is a difference.
You offer me a hand to cover my tears
Is that what love truly is when another cares
Yes, I think that’s one part of loving someone….thank you for your write. It was beautiful. Feel free to visit anytime.
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Posted: 6/20/2008 1:32:47 PM | When clarity comes and it does come
After all the “caught up" emotional stuff is gone
And you’re left with a wake up call
From the other side
ring
ring
ring
I pick it up
Hello?
Are you there?
You are?
But I barely hear you breathing | |
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Posted: 6/20/2008 3:28:29 PM | Bringing old stuff home…
She looks at me, green eyes…her ears flicked back. Mischievous grinning tabby cat. She talks to me when the mood hits her, tells me to hurry. . . wanna go in. . .wanna go out. . .feed me. . .pet me. . .and loves me back. Tail high to the sky, confident in the grass. My little hunter cat.
Every morning she patiently sits and waits in her spot until I get up. When I do there is almost no end to her morning conversation. One would think that she is starving. Yes kitty, I know, I’ll feed you, but no coffee. You don’t need it like I do.
Her many sounds are distinct and I love the chirpy sound she makes. But it is her quiet that speaks volumes. When she reaches out her paw to touch me. She is saying “I’m here for you, like you are for me”. She does that at the perfect time. Always. | |
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Posted: 6/20/2008 3:29:23 PM | | To feel safe. . .the simplicity of a hold, weight of a thigh, feet intertwined. Arms strong as they wrap around and palms warm against heartbeats. Eyes opened to a lucid dream, waking to a blissful feeling. After such windswept storms, feeling safe in such a harbor gives real reason to be. . . | |
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Posted: 6/20/2008 3:29:33 PM | | I cook for you. . .garlic, salt, spices and love. So your tongue can taste my feelings for you. I am all of these flavors simmered with good intentions and heart. I taste it to make sure it tastes right. It's me. . .the essence of all my sensations cooked together. . .your gourmet delight. | |
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Posted: 6/20/2008 3:55:09 PM | lovely lovely lyrical writes....
i feel like
i'm in the
middle of
your song
you are
singing
me
awake
the soft
coo of you
irresistable | |
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mmmmmy
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Joined: 2/11/2008
Msg: 322 | |
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Posted: 6/21/2008 7:02:56 PM | Shucks Silver, thank you for the lovely compliment...
Sweet Lady J., I've said it before and I say it again...You are the BOMB!!! | |
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Posted: 6/21/2008 8:04:54 PM | The old one put his ear
to the ground,
and listened to the
heartbeat of my father,
then the earth moved,
and I was somewhere else,
listening to the sky talk,
my ear to the heavens,
and my father spoke. | |
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