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Posted: 2/9/2008 10:20:14 AM | a place
of innocence and simple truths
No one playing games with you
No one telling you something
that isn’t and means nothing
a place
where love is honest and valued
where graciousness is habit
and ethics and values paramount
where image is empty of meaning
a place
where one is graced with moments
of pure pleasure and desire and joy
to see and do and taste and learn
knowledge which is free to all
blessing us with endless richness
a place
of tenderness and shelter and warmth
where needing is welcome and its made clear
there is nothing wrong in needing for all need
and all seek or we wouldn’t be fishing here
............................................I want to go there | |
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Posted: 2/9/2008 11:02:28 PM | oranges burning amber bright
in suns heat as it went down
flicked drops of firelight
sliding behind the ocean
curling water crested surfers
riding them in bringing them
closer home to bonfires burning
marshmellows and sausage
a girl threw sticks to her dog
tail flying and a puppy grin
salt spray knotting canine scent
water dripping from his furry chin
sky darkening as day waned
the horizon's aspect slowly fading
toes grew chilly in the sand
mist forming smoky circles
stories that spiral neverending
mystery circumventing tides
this evening making new again
tomorrow's fresh beginning | |
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Posted: 2/16/2008 9:48:48 AM | Tradewind songs of cool soft breezes
kiss my skin with featherlite teases
stir up sanded treasures of yesterday
bring them in to the sheltered bay
The ocean whispers her saline secrets
speaking spirit tongues in my ears
the answer may never be found, as she is no seer
yet it isn't for reason that I seek of her here
She keeps those secrets in water deep
holds them close in her currents keep
tosses freely the animal me in liquid form
and at whim rides upon my flesh coral shorn
In her silence she speaks to me charms
my heartbeat pounding resounds in her arms
float upon her is meditation at utmost
and she holds the ashes of my child's ghost
what is it about her that pulls me so?
it's the rhythm of her tides that make me go
for the aqua allure of depths unknown
because they call to the wild in me, call me home | |
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mmmmmy
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Joined: 2/11/2008
Msg: 80 | |
| Cathartic Expression of Authentic Self
Posted: 2/21/2008 5:18:52 PM |   Tropical my kinda girl! lol
Evidence leaks
from my lips
seems
you were not
all that!
I can take it back!
Simply of the
same
mamed
lost and destitute
drama queen
from way back!
I gottcher back
yet I am black
don't ask for
backup
I got my own
misery
to nap through
lol
seems
I am a damp
start
in a dark
heart
rather
fizzle
now
light
out
than
burn
and
soul
be
torn
dark
is
the
best! | |
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Posted: 2/22/2008 12:26:15 PM |
I am a damp
start
in a dark
heart
rather
fizzle
now
light
out
than
burn
and
soul
be
torn
dark
is
the
best!
My my Mmmmmy!
Just LOVE that one! | |
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Posted: 2/22/2008 12:41:14 PM | so hard
it rips me
takes me
sets me free
it blows apart
my density
until released
my particles
yearning
come together
joined again
it what
could be
a sweet caress
or a finger freezing
razing
of wind against
my heart
and chest
that belies
the fires
burning | |
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Posted: 2/22/2008 1:02:23 PM | SassyCarrie, thank you for stopping by and thank you for your encouragement. I would love to see your writings here too if you are moved to it... "Touch my Heart" is not my work and I would never want you to think that. It is the writing of Jules, a very beautiful and talented woman. And yes, it should be enjoyed once more...
TOUCH MY HEART
Your gentle caress
Soft upon my skin
Your paralyzing eyes
Drawing me in
Your tantalizing smile
Arouses my passion
Your fears
Touch my compassion
Your tears
Touch my soul
Your love
Makes me whole
Your soulful gaze
Speaks a new start
Your sweet words
Touch my heart
~written by CelestialHeart aka Jules ~ | |
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mmmmmy
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Joined: 2/11/2008
Msg: 85 | |
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Posted: 2/23/2008 10:07:35 AM | My nipples seethe
and it is not my stride
to ride an alibi
or other reason than my truth
for I am wanton burning
and longing for you
seeking in adventure
the real fact of level mind
and amorous light
that touches the
flaming knight
who upon my
heart sears my sight
of deepest darkest
hidden secrets that
would keep me true
to what would be the
truth of you | |
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Posted: 2/24/2008 7:41:15 AM | Desire
If what we want drives us ,
why would anyone else want to go?
If what we need is our master
than every urge is all we know
if mind is wasted as body's slave
what could be dies, before the grave
with only scars and sadness left to show | |
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Posted: 2/24/2008 1:39:10 PM | I posted this on another thread but I think it fits better here..
The Joke is On Us
Sell me love as sugar, then laugh because its sweet
dissect a soul within your sight , then find its incomplete
anatomy is never more than a name for every piece
while life paints the gilded glance , the energy release
listen to the ones who sell, the more for you to buy
shallow isn't sad at never feeling past a sigh
a heart within a window with a price upon its face
is the choice we choose to trade for all the loneliness we taste
like a flavor fleeing faster than the memory can replace
love's the liquor we are promised in the drink of hurried haste
While the sadness of the moment finds a tear you can't erase
the void of less than needed makes a fist inside your heart
til the days of hope's amnesia gives you just the strength to start
believing in another like a drug that cannot fail
will we ever get onboard before the ship sets sail?
can we slow the speed of caring to a pace that we can know
or just leap into the wind .. and let it blow. | |
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Posted: 2/24/2008 1:44:21 PM | or just leap into the wind .. and let it blow. I rather like that...thank you Transcend, I welcome everything you place here.
I found old words
cleaning out the closet
dusty but not forgotten
they could never be when
they held so much of yesterday
I found old words
cleaning out the closet
I read those words again
written in childhood, adolescence
and adulthood.
Come a long way
since then
I found old words
cleaning out the closet
dusty and written in times
of desire, joy and pain and
I thought again if never
known the woman I am
would never be shown today | |
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Posted: 2/24/2008 5:12:30 PM | Playing Cars
With an armload of hotwheels and a smile like a clown
Runs down to the alleyway and drops to the ground
Little Donny spreads them around over the ditch
A small stretch of land he named Govenors Itch
Can I play said the girl with her feet in the water
As distant calls came from parents to daughter
These are yours...these are mine he said with a thunder
To the girl next door from the land of downunder
I will share this land here with one thing in mind
Never pillage or plunder and be fair to mankind
Whats your name my friend he said with a smile
My name is Tawny twirling her hair all the while
Donny he said handing her his favorite red truck
Pleasure to meet you please dont get this one stuck
Together they cut through the grass scraping dirt
Building roads out of mud Donny wipes on his shirt
Our names rhyme said Tawny speaking with bliss
Yes...I know with approval Donny gives her a kiss
Lets build our house here on the top of the hill
I want a garden and pets and horses better still
They plotted and planned it all to perfection
Looking into the water at each others reflection
We should play every day Donny said with a stich
Tawny replied...yes every day right here in this ditch
As the distant calls from our parents for dinner
Kiss me goodbye Tawny said with a glimmer
We met everyday spent with hours of laughter
Sharing moments in time with love ever after
Twenty years have pass by on the edge of that ditch
Still two lovers playing cars at the Govenors Itch | |
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mmmmmy
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Joined: 2/11/2008
Msg: 92 | |
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Posted: 2/24/2008 7:43:43 PM | Stained windows
corners jagged
Mind torn
Wind
Mangled
Cup smaller
mind boggeled
Tea
dark
Marked!
Vast space
minds race
Heart
black
Fact! | |
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Posted: 2/27/2008 11:03:38 AM | Sonora, I really liked the rhythm and the story of Governor’s Itch, play on!
Mmmmmy Girl keep ‘em coming. True and real you are all your colors.
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Posted: 2/27/2008 11:04:03 AM | to breathe is securely knowing
the in and out will come
the patient flow of O2 and CO2
within lungs lightened with
chemical play of two together
to breathe is waiting sometimes
the in and out will come
interplay dynamic mixed with
space and time forever
merging into one the two together
to breathe is learning new
the in and out of breathing space
and the juxtaposition of barriers erased
forming something fresh and whole
in beauty us two together | |
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mmmmmy
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Joined: 2/11/2008
Msg: 95 | |
| cathartic expression of authentic self
Posted: 2/27/2008 11:13:43 AM | Hey E.
Just to clear the air...breathe...and sing! my song!
Trying not to cling at all
no ones girl
just mine!
I am doin' fine!
Sails set upon the
water
don't wanna shock
her!
Listen carefully
words are sporadic
mesmerized
emphatic!
Settle down
smile
sing
Love is a friend!
Give your heart
again!
Give it a boost
heart you love the most!
Imagine all
you can be
with one
like you, one like me?
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Posted: 2/29/2008 11:09:03 AM | Thanks E...your approval is most graciously accepted, you are an inspiration.
Thanks for sharing your wonderful poetic talent with us. | |
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Posted: 3/4/2008 6:56:55 PM | Damn I'm just a girl who writes....thank you D. That means much to me.
sometimes
its easier to forgive
sometimes
its easier to simply move on
sometimes
what you need is right here
sometimes
one needs to step forward
sometimes
its better not to think too hard
sometimes
the moment is now
sometimes
past comes back
sometimes
its good | |
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Posted: 3/4/2008 7:11:07 PM | Nice one E:-)
In the midst of all
our doubts and fears,
troubles and uncertainties,
hurts and silent tears,
it is nice to come together
sometimes and find
the other person
has the same difficulty
expressing their feelings,
desires and needs,
and to know
that like sunshine
through a cloudy sky,
true love
must sometime
burst thru.
JR | |
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mmmmmy
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Joined: 2/11/2008
Msg: 100 | |
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Posted: 3/4/2008 7:34:34 PM | Hiyas to both of yas!
A Sweet song...I am posting for my friends!
Hope is O.K, E.  
Jack Johnson
Breakdown
I hope this old train breaks down
Then I could take a walk around
See what there is to see
Time is just a melody
With all the people in the streets
Walking as fast as their feet can take them
I just roll through town
And though my window's got a view
Well the frame I'm looking through
Seems to have no concern for now so for now I
I need this here old train to breakdown
Oh please just let me please breakdown
Well this engine sreams out loud
Centipede gonna crawl westbound
So i don't even make a sound
Because it's gonna sting me when I leave this town
And all the people in the streets
That I'll never get to meet
If these tracks don't bend somehow
And I got no time that i got to get
To where I don't need to be so I
I need this here old train to breakdown
Oh please just let me please breakdown
I want to break on down
But I can't stop now
Let me break on down
But you can't stop nothing if you got no control
Of the thought in your mind that you kept and you know
That you don't know nothing but you don't need to know
The wisdom's in the trees not the glass windows
You can't stop wishing if you don't let go
Of the things that you find and you lose and you know
You keep on rolling, put the moment on hold
Because the frame's too bright, so put the blinds down low
I need this here old train to breakdown
Oh please just let me please breakdown
I got to break on down
But I can't stop now ...
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