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Posted: 6/21/2008 8:56:28 PM | | Thanks TG...glad you liked it...I thought it belonged here, kind of a spur of the moment write thinking about my Dad tonight. | |
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Posted: 6/21/2008 9:48:59 PM | I wrote this a long time ago...thought I would share this with you.
Hope you understand how important this was to me as a young lad. I treasure it to this day.
STORY OF MY YOUTH...a true story
I was just ten years old, give or take,
Pierre, a friend of my uncle,
I was to call him Pere Pa,
Took me back to the great water
to go fishing one day.
Pere Pa, a French Canadian Metis,
A gentle giant to me, cause I was only small,
always walked with his hands
behind his back.
I asked him why he did this...and he said to me
"I do this as a gesture of peace".
I did not understand. He said"you will someday".
We reached the river, and his voice became quiet, softer now.
I asked why we have to whisper,
Pere Pa said..."so not to disturb our company".
I looked around, and saw nobody!
Confused now I said..."but Pere Pa, there is nobody else here!"
And Pere Pa responded..."you are young, and still have much to learn".
So like any ten year old...I began to mock him by walking like him, and whispering.
He laughed and grinned at me, and said dig your worms son!
I bent to dig, and started digging vigorously, throwing dirt all over.
Pere Pa stopped me gently and said to me "dig softly, and replace the earth".
I remember he had picked up a feather along the way,
and he put the feather in my hair, then told me this story:
"You are a young warrior now, and I shall tell you of the spirits of the land".
"Hold the earth to your ear...now listen". So I did as he asked.
"Can you hear them?" he asked me...and I said "hear what Pere Pa?"
"Hear the spirits my son". "Hear the footsteps of warriors before us, and the hoofbeats of the Buffalo as they passed this way long long ago!"
To make a long story short, and because I forget a lot of what transpired that day...
Pere Pa taught me much about the spirits we deny, or forget about, or laugh at.
But I have never forgotten the things he taught me...even if I didn't understand him then....I do today.
Up until Pere Pa died, he always called me his "young warrior". | |
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Posted: 6/21/2008 10:47:13 PM | You just blew me away with your storytelling...
I asked him why he did this...and he said to me
"I do this as a gesture of peace".
I did not understand. He said "you will someday".
I bent to dig, and started digging vigorously, throwing dirt all over.
Pere Pa stopped me gently and said to me "dig softly, and replace the earth".
Pere Pa taught me much about the spirits we deny, or forget about, or laugh at.
But I have never forgotten the things he taught me...even if I didn't understand him then....I do today.
Up until Pere Pa died, he always called me his "young warrior".
Isnt it a gift to recall all the things told and experienced, to know eventually , in time how they were truly intended. I often find when lessons and knowledge are delivered in subtlety they grow in strength as time passes. Thank you for sharing this . Your honest transparency is breathtaking. | |
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Posted: 6/21/2008 11:26:32 PM | sifting through sands
little worlds between my fingers
stumbling over each other
into the promise of broken glass
shattering everything | |
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Posted: 6/22/2008 4:38:16 PM | In a cross stitch pattern of harmony
the threads create a picture
minute x's of time that tell a story
and through that journey
seams of space and time
we share the same dimensions
in similar directions
inside our burning fountains of time | |
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Msg: 334 | |
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Posted: 6/23/2008 6:39:10 PM | The ending bright as each beginning
It leaves the voice of one sweet soul
that lived between the lines---
1958-2009
The moments lived are the gentle thread
of life lived well and strong
not always as we hoped them
But never one ...was wrong!
They sing of all the magic of ones lifelong dream
Many things worn and torn ; yet lived all along!
The meaning of the gentle things and desperate moments
fall; for what in life is more real
when Death does come to call?
So make the minutes in between
beautiful; your own!
Cause no one cares much when your gone
Only loved ones know your song! | |
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Posted: 6/24/2008 6:43:16 AM |
Cause no one cares much when your gone
Only loved ones know your song!
Each life holds great meaning
yet a beholder of this may not realize
despair takes hold so heavily
when lost does one become to another's eyes
rash actions impact with a blow
which leaves a world to fall into spinning
while there sits that cheshire cat
on a throne satisfied and grinning. | |
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Posted: 6/24/2008 1:14:25 PM | And the white buffalo came,
Like a ghostly apparition,
Shimmering on the horizon,
Like an illusionary vision.
Yet busy eyes do not see,
unbelievers filled by blindness,
blinded by it's purity,
Hear not the hawk!
The white buffalo came,
moving with the sun,
The eagle and the hawk,
and three spirits became one.
The land bloomed with harvest,
The moon was full and bright,
Three tribes of the spirit,
became one that night. | |
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Posted: 6/24/2008 3:31:30 PM |
The meaning of the gentle things and desperate moments
fall; for what in life is more real
when Death does come to call?
Oh my what a weekend
someone stole my tent
while out camping
didn’t take anything else
just that…
and I thought
maybe they have no home
maybe they have nowhere to go
but I’m just a little bit brassed off
cause that tent was really cool
yanno?
Then I had a spooky thought
Hmmm had they been watching
Waiting for me to leave
Before they made their move?
And I thought
Thank God
I was gone
Which wasn’t very long
Cause there are oddballs everywhere
And you never can tell
Who’s gonna get you
When least expected
yanno?
So right now, although my cool tent is gone
I’m feeling pretty lucky because
Clearly my time has not yet come! | |
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Posted: 6/24/2008 3:32:07 PM |
rash actions impact with a blow
which leaves a world to fall into spinning
while there sits that cheshire cat
on a throne satisfied and grinning.
Once upon a time
long ago there lived a logger boy
he thought he could do anything to anyone
and never be held accountable
that logger boy never grew up
and along the way he chopped every tree down
burned the trimmings all the way down to the ground
then when winter came so bleak and cold
there was not a tree in sight to behold
that logger boy, he was freezing
one day in his chilly misery
a little old lady came upon him
“Whats wrong young man” The old crone asked “Why do you quake and shiver?”
“because I am so cold you silly hag, “Isn’t it obviously clear?”
The old lady looked him up and down
upon her face she wore a sad frown
“Such a pity” she said “that all the trees are gone and now there is no wood to make you warm”
My hearth is cold but come anyway, it’s not much, but you are welcome, I’ll give you no harm”
The logger boys eyes grew wide and suddenly he realized
as he watched her stroll off in the distance that day
that he knew he would not follow her as she made her way
oh no, for that logger boy was suddenly shamed
in the chill of the dusky grey light
the logger boy lay down under the sky that night
and thought about all he had blamed and all the trees he had taken
with nary a thought except his own selfish reasons
that cold winter night moved in forlornly
every single minute passed coldly and slowly
the logger boy missed out on what had been his true right
starved of the warmth that would have been his forgiveness that night | |
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Posted: 6/24/2008 3:39:09 PM | hey...sorry to hear about your tent! Just glad you are Ok! Scary stuff sweety!
Love the write above, really has a message. Well done! | |
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Posted: 6/24/2008 4:12:39 PM | Thanks Mandrake... :-)
Mandrake, I have been very touched by the depth of your writings lately. Thank you for sharing yours here.
The land bloomed with harvest,
The moon was full and bright,
Three tribes of the spirit,
became one that night.
while the trees danced in the summer winds
and the green leaves flowed in time
a sweet summer dance came upon them
a melody unheard by any
until
Him, just one, just one man
paused long enough to hear it
that whisper came to his ears only
while the earthsong played
and the spirit heard the rhythm
grasping what had been missing
for it seemed he had been dancing
on the edge of all that harmony
but never fully committed
until
Her, just one, just one woman
gave him reason to flow and sway
to the gentle rain and the summer winds
that promised all that his heart needed
once he gave himself up to it, let him
be captured by the summer winds
while the rain flowed down their bodies
washed them clean and
made them holy
created freshness
before the Maker
that summer
I wrote this for Ash’s thread “I dont care what you write…” but after reading this last one of yours, it felt it belonged here too…Tropical | |
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Posted: 6/24/2008 4:18:56 PM | Beautiful write TG ^^^ just beautiful! I admire the emotion in your words, the passion just oozes! and thank you for the wonderful compliment. Sometimes I surprise myself!
lovin your writing too...so much talent in this pond, wish I had the time to read it all. | |
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Posted: 6/25/2008 1:57:46 PM | Sorry to hear of your tent troubles, makes me wonder how someone could walk off with a tent, and nobody saw or said something? grrrrr I also love the messages sent within the writings found on this page.
Open Your Eyes
A blind eye is chosen
not wishing to see
that which inflicts another
devastatingly
if only a voice would speak
to change a path unwillingly taken
our world would be a much better place
if I am not mistaken
shuffle along do so many
turning this blind eye
of aid to another
it appears so little try
perhaps why despair
runs so rampant on this spinning wheel of life
eyes need to open with actions taken
to limit in this world much undue strife. | |
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Posted: 6/25/2008 4:52:31 PM | Yeah Wabby, pretty amazing that...I grrrowwwllled too for a while but in the big picture it was just a tent, not a limb so a blessing really...
that which inflicts another
devastatingly
if only a voice would speak
tasting softly spoken memories
of shadows and longing that
trailed along casting vagaries
yet so ruthless is the urge
to purge the stick of prevaricating
salt taste that lay on the tongue
when confounded in untruths
and old pictures of someone
hidden in duplicity
and misrepresentation
of a person who is not you
saddens me | |
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Posted: 6/26/2008 10:50:48 AM |  Sorry about the tent E. , just know down the road...they will lose something !
Guess...retribution reigns! When one steals and plays...always comes back...kismet!
I search for the place I can feel at home
One place of contribution ;
where they like my song!
I want to get up everyday
enjoy the place where I spend
so many hours!
This is my life and I am wasting my time
within the deep darkness
of a world that's not mine!
So on I go...into the page
searching for my home that I will find
someday!
I am not liking the fact that I put in so many hours
unappreciated and left in the drill seargents bowels!
These are the moments of my life and ...well
I want to work in heaven....
surely not HELL! | |
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Posted: 6/27/2008 4:08:58 PM | These are the moments of my life and ...well
I want to work in heaven....
Wonderful stuff My Girl. Kismet..dont you know it!!
Ants everywhere
Busy always
Marching onward
Little black specks
Methodically meeting along the trail
"You found it, Man?"
"Yeah ,Dude its over by the dirty cup on the kitchen counter"
Something sweet... | |
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Posted: 6/27/2008 4:11:49 PM | I am only breathing
Moments and as I inhale
Seconds.....Minutes.....Hours.....
Months.....Years.....Decades.....To the infinite.....
Somewhere in that space I breathe
A warrior’s breath, not afraid, never afraid
I release my will and I kiss your face
For love will come as it does always
In fact it’s here in the quiet
In the breath of time as it flows
With yours in Patientia Spiritus | |
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Posted: 6/27/2008 4:27:23 PM | You
Are my sweetness
My intoxication
My drink
Let me partake
Let me taste
Baptize my tongue
Slide down my throat
With easy strokes
Until that last
Drop releases
Completely
Into me | |
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Posted: 6/28/2008 4:17:24 PM | Hey Tropical, thought I would swing by see how your doin.....and partake in the swoon.
Dream.
All discreteness lays abandoned
by shore of defeat lay her easy sigh
I possess no treasure easy found
no passion, that cannot cry.
Love, such trinket to be cast by sea
a pennant worn in subtle thought
for words drift loose as moth's death flight
certain, as her lips may not be bought.
From scar to smile we bare our time
gentle hand by reddened cheek
as each emotion tells by her breath
she asks me which, part of her seek?.
I say the part of white winged dream
hanging framed within your heart
her eyes just close to chest she leans
and we have never, been apart.
~R~ | |
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Posted: 6/28/2008 4:45:28 PM | Doin just dandy...
From scar to smile we bare our time
gentle hand by reddened cheek
Awesome stuff as usual Truth, thank you for partaking... | |
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Posted: 6/28/2008 10:24:39 PM |
and when that happens
do the teeth then come out
do the words now match the face
that spoke those words out
Reading though old stuff and this came when I read your write...so no everyone , those words above are not mine...they belong to Eyes.
Sometimes the teeth gnash and grit
And the eyes flare dark and red
With anger. Temper. Need temperance.
Work on it daily
On a heart flawed, ridiculous pride
But one can do it, right?
Butt heads and question too much
Drive a person nuts
Patience. Need patience
Even though I tell you to wait
Am I a Hypocrite? Yes. Am I shamed? Yes.
Truth? You want it?
I will give it as good as I get.
I struggle laying down
Struggle eating crow
As it is dished out. No hell no
I hate to do it even when I permit it
Don’t always feel pretty
Certainly don’t look beautiful
When pissed no, not ever
But to pretend? I will not do that either. | |
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