| Ghosts of Past
Posted: 3/1/2008 9:34:26 PM | Thanks swan, hope you grace this thread with some of your works.
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.Cradle me within a sea full of arms
Send me ahead without any fears
Encase me with rays and bright
circles of brilliant lights
Driving thunderous beats of the native drums - one can almost physically feel the thoughts conveyed Dreamsea, simply beautiful!! | |
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| Ghosts of Past - for a Seahorse who needs a hug
Posted: 3/4/2008 2:00:56 PM |
Driving thunderous beats of the native drums - one can almost physically feel the thoughts conveyed Dreamsea, simply beautiful!!
Thanks Lunar (Adrian) but seems we need more people on here.. lol.. hear ya go
Darkness
Darkness, the sounds of my friends
singing to me at 1 a.m. every morning
They say hi! The night is alive
Look out and feel the rhythm, the beats
and tones of what night as to offer
I lay there and cannot sleep
I want to go out and climbs hills
and view the lights of the city... hover above
Trying to find my place here... it's hard
The sheets don't comfort me
They hang about me and slowly hold
me in
I can't breathe... the walls come in and
my insides long to scream out
Let me out... let me run and float
Soar to the skies and deep within the sea
My sea, cradle me and rock me to sleep
I lay there with anxiety... eyes aflutter as
seahorses pass me by... too small to ride
When I see my image in the mirror
It's so foreign.. who is this strange person?
This woman who possesses so many conflicting
thoughts and emotions
This child peeks out: Hi! I'm still here, what will you
do with me?
I don't know, I don't know...
Why must you come out so frequently now?
Why now? I feel my family and wonder
Why the night is so important to me
The memories of night, uncontrollable, fear, helplessness
Why does it speak to me so? The underworld seem safer
What voice is it that reaches out and whispers in my ear?
Maybe it's mine... inner voices trying to confuse me... conscience
Something in my veins is in harmony with the
cool subtleness of evening
Days are harsh... too real... crude
The edge of the cliff, teetering on that line
Wanting to saor off and see the moon
Bright and full, warmed with light
Darkness,... yes sweet darkness...
You've so many fine secrets to offer...
Above and below the sealscape
Let me be open enough to hear them, show me
No, I will show me.. I just want to feel all of what you
are offering me and understand what it means
by E.M. Fredric
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| Ghosts of Past
Posted: 3/6/2008 11:18:17 AM | LANCELOT
Just a quick note Lancelot to let you know
How very glad I am to have made your acquaintance
You have helped me laugh when I wanted to cry
And let me cry when I wanted to die
Your words and voice have always soothed me
Inspired and lifted.. my you're so gifted
You turn me around when I've lost my belief
It is you I think of when I seek relief
A star shined brightly the day I got your first words
Because you helped open me in ways unheard
I can't express the words it takes
To tell you what sunshine
Into my life you make
For that alone
I am forever indebted
From soul to soul
And heart to heart
You've helped give me
a wonderful new start
~Thank you~ | |
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Joined: 4/18/2007
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| Ghosts of Past
Posted: 3/6/2008 1:49:53 PM | A poet is a pickpocket of reality***
so are we, thick as thieves.
Imagination running off, like a thief in the night
Are we then, Ali Baba's enemies?
Are we knaves, rogues and scoundrels?
Or something more.
A guild of businessmen (and women!)
Trading in a language that is known but never spoken.
*** This line is a quote from an author unknown to me. I heard it at a poetry slam, and it stuck with me. | |
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| Ghosts of Past
Posted: 3/6/2008 8:07:25 PM | welcome to the frey Render, love the closing line.
good to see some new blood in here,
hello again Dream  | |
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| Ghosts of Past
Posted: 3/6/2008 8:17:54 PM | the creative well has been a bit dry lately but renders last line mighta sparked somethin
Trading in a language known, but never spoken
with nods carresses and whispers
we exchange yearnings with a lovers lisp
without her i am mute
only a chilled wind to wrap up in
thrashing like sheet lighting
sleep evades tho darkness abounds
where hast my gypsy gone?
(beats a blank i guess) | |
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| Ghosts of Past
Posted: 3/6/2008 10:18:37 PM | Lunarlunacy:
Very cool thread, and appreciated other's postings.
That line 'Ceribus vomits dogma'.....leaves me laughing still
Kudos. | |
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| Ghosts of Past - Ashley Pond was murdered
Posted: 3/8/2008 9:52:32 AM | There were times I reached out
My young voice went unheard
The normal smiles hid the shout
Please free me as high as a bird!
I'd often lay at night, watching the stars
Allowing my dreams and hurts to drift
Do you know what it's like to feel you're from Mars?
I just wanted to be free.. as any child needs a lift
I made my mark when I entered this dominion
With this incredibly, loving spark
My memory etched of a tiny, sturdy Corinthian
A young maiden, my beauty not a lark
Please can't you see.. I am set free
Do not feel doleful as your eyes grace my face
Remember my colors! Giggles and reverie
Did you think I'd leave without a trace?
My time may have been short but I was not
I was a survivor, a fighter, a friend and giver
The haven that I presumably sought
Is now my inner light and sublime to deliver
I am home where all is now safely revealed
An empowering peace has taken my course
In the hands of the divine, deliciously concealed
You see, I am loved, was loved, did love.. one day
too.. you'll follow my horse.
8/2002
By
E.M. Fredric
In Honor Of Ashley Pond | |
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| Ghosts of Past - Ashley Pond was murdered
Posted: 3/8/2008 3:12:43 PM | thnx Dyno
following is a repost from a dead thread : condenscing a few scattered pieces i placed upon first belly floppin into the pond!
Naked Truth
Smoking Lust in the sultry afternoon
dodging broken hearts,
mangled dreams,
and the carnage of the carnal carnival
called love.
Having learned the Hard Lesson
we accept settling for intertwining our isolations.
Stripping off the illusions of emotional grandeur,
merely acknowledging the finiteness of it,
denying not the empathy in eros.
Enjoying the Naked Truth. | |
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| Ghosts of Past - Ashley Pond was murdered
Posted: 3/8/2008 5:16:16 PM | Somone very dear to me at one time inspired this write.....
Showing decadance in his sobriety
That alone would've kept me
His Love of Rum his true love
put'n the ex even in the mix
a giant in his clear mind
came the fall
I am sure his last breath will be taken
in a Rum and Coke Game!!..... | |
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| Ghosts of Past
Posted: 3/9/2008 1:29:21 AM | Laugh, laugh, laughing at the Mist
Hear the Voices of the Woods,
Where the Chants go after Vocalization.
A Tribe of Prism Catchers netting Mystic Colours
To return to the Rainbow Queen
Weaving their bounty with the Warble of the Bardic Phoenix
Into a Nest for the Children of the Gathering
Catch the Tide in one’s palm and cleanse the spirit
The Temple GLOWS Tonight
Go find peace in the Lightning
And dew on a blade of Dawning Morn’s Lawn
And be one with the Byrd Whistling Runes. | |
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| Ghosts of Past
Posted: 3/9/2008 10:56:11 AM | druids gather
cycles completed
the time is ripe for
merciless ignorance
to release its spell
shadows and layerings
effulgent and blossoming
whispering life, life
and the sound of rain
and the sound of us
clinging to edge of sanity | |
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| Ghosts of Past
Posted: 3/9/2008 10:57:14 AM | | I think I forgot to thankyou for your kind words. | |
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| Ghosts of Past
Posted: 3/9/2008 7:37:19 PM | written fer Pa, and all Nam vets who suffered from the Agent Orange our own government polluted their once young, unknowing bodies with.
"The spirit of resistance to government is so valuable on certain occasions, that I wish it always to be kept alive." - Thomas Jefferson
A thousand tear stained eyes,
blood streaked cheeks,
ugly wrinkles in thin hollowed faces
showing the horizons of war.
Foreign beaches of bloodshed
merely rinsed clean by forgetful salty tides,
but evoked by the powerful river of tears
a fathom deep and of infinite length
roaring with everflowing pain
littered with debris of ragged flags
and blind patriotic pride
DAMN THE RICE FIELDS! | |
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| Ghosts of Past
Posted: 3/11/2008 12:18:15 AM | The Beast Encaged
Cobwebs of the mind
Rusted hinges of the skull
Toys in the attic
Rattle my Cage;
is the Beast Alive?
Throw him some Meat,
for he is Hungry!
Food for thought.
Water of Life,
for he is Thirsty!
He has been Forgotten,
and left alone to ponder in induced egocentricity,
like a mad scientist who can’t find the door out
and eventually no longer looks. | |
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| Ghosts of Past - KEEPER
Posted: 3/11/2008 2:02:19 PM | KEEPER
Artist of mine.. dancer of rhythm.. keeper of time
Awaken my slumber, softly, with your sweet
Whispers of love, trust echoing in a simple rhyme
I've embraced you into my heart
Ahhhhhhhh.. it's not the end, it's the start.
Keeper of my soul.. close our distance,
Soar with me inside the thermal pockets
Only eagles know there's no resistance
Let me glide into your world, amidst the rockets
and through a vessel repaint it as ours
Yeahhh.. it's more than a visual part
Maker of the seas between our lands
Take flight with me, unite us along the way
I don't want no more big heavy bands
Tying my hands to clouds that won't meet
Join us together, forever draining the bay
See this foreign man has my heart
I've eavesdropped in my fitful dreams
Only to find that what I sometimes fail to see
With my eyes open.. the white creams
Seeds of life.. I wish to feel inside of me
Man, do you not see what the spirits do?
Manipulator of chance.. give us a reason
I have found that I can take what travels my road
I've finally found my lifetime season
Do you think I still need your silent or wary code?
Dive in, swim, dance, take a chance..
Holder, builder of the stars and light
My heart is filled with romance in a time of war
Only a head and body to be filled so bright
With a love that makes me yell for more
I am your palette.. pick your colours..
With mosaic strokes pick your design
We will be and are in safe harbors
While I let you see my eyes for the first time
Grasp the bit of the wind's tail
Hold on tight and know we've loved just right.
E. M. Fredric | |
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Posted: 3/13/2008 7:30:59 PM | just goofin
A Sensual Celestial Odyssey
Slithering around Saturn’s rings
.....Chasing
............the tail
.................of a comet.
Discovering Uranus
Probing a black hole
Suckling from the Milky Way.
Lets rediscover !
Launch into a new dawn !
Hide away , nestled together on the darkside of the moon.
Stellar satiation
Covered in stardust
Burning with solar flare
Perversion is tasting your wormhole.
Gravity forces me down on you,
before I shoot a trail of fallen stars on your heated orbs.
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Posted: 3/13/2008 11:39:57 PM | before the wind can blow the smoke away
before the last caravan leaves the oasis
and I am concubined to corrosion
folded in the flames of decay
would one
just one
find my secret garden
and plow me | |
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| Ghosts of Past -
Posted: 3/14/2008 12:30:29 AM | find my secret garden
and plow me
dig in deep
into the moist
rich
soil
where worms writhe
and grow
spilling seed as we go. | |
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Posted: 5/14/2008 8:51:35 AM | For a friend on whatever path you travel
spirit on flight through magical nights
with wanderlust you carried the lantern of light
you took the highroad took hold of the dream
on the wings of Pegasus courting a moonbeam
my thoughts turn to the dawn imagining you there
with music in your heart a magical lair
ere to erase the times you walked with me
a talisman laid upon the earth words set free
I turn dust off my boots and head to the setting sun
looking to the horizon when the day is done
In colors of my pallet laid across a star dusted sky
to the west I travel and yet I don’t know why
with the wind blowing through my hair
time plays its tune and sweetly scents the air
through deep valleys and mountains high
seasons of rebirth interlaced with sighs
the ghosts of my past they live with me
I breathe of their essence and they set me free | |
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Posted: 5/27/2008 8:08:59 PM | i had almost forgotten about this little thread, low and behold discovered you recently left a magnificent write here Sunoir. such beauty through its entireity, esp. the beginning. so many images conveyed. would be a wonderful sequa into some mystical epic saga.  | |
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Posted: 5/28/2008 6:37:46 AM | Why'd you tell me I was so beautiful?
You knew I felt so ugly, an ugly girl..
I think i know this guy!
seriously, an emotive read...a powerful testimonial to ones vulnerabilities and the strength it requires to allow ourselves to be vulnerable to another. I hope he was worthy of it. | |
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| Ghosts of Past
Posted: 5/28/2008 6:51:59 AM | another wonderful thread, hmm spent last night with friends, photgraphing orbs,
Floaters
Spirits gauzy, spirits bright
Spirits guide my way by night,
turn a card,
cast a rune,
hear them coming,
watch the moon .
Morning now has her hold
get up, get up,
life is a foot .and calling you.
Hurry!
Do not wast my light
soon enough it will be night.
But I linger, holding fast.
last night's visions fleeting past.
Wing, feather, talon, too
fur, bone and flesh.
floating happily past my eyes
These evenings guests | |
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| Ghosts of Past
Posted: 5/28/2008 12:23:57 PM | welcome ladies, good to see some new faces. maybe i was hasty in the contemplation of abandoning this thread for Rainbow Crowned Maelstrom and threads of others. nice wrtie ms Doubtful, keep em comin.
Fairy - whatever fool said you were ugly must be blind, stupid, or both.
Naturally your prescence is welcome here.
gotta run, duty calls, so i shall leave with some words by
Ronnie James Dio - Rainbow in the Dark
When there's lightning you know it always bring me down
'cause it's free and I see that it's me who's lost and never found
I cry out for magic I feel it dancing in the light
It was cruel lost my hold to the shadows of the night
No sign of the morning coming you've been left on your own
Like a rainbow in the dark a rainbow in the dark
Do your demons do they ever let you go
When you've tried do they hide deep inside is it someone that you know
You're just a picture you're an image caught in time
We're a lie you and I we're words without a rhyme
There's no sign of the morning coming you've been left on your own
Like a rainbow in the dark just a rainbow in the dark yeah
When there's lightning you know it always brings me down
'cause it's free and I see that it's me who's lost and never found
Feel the magic fell it floating in the air
But it's fear and you'll hear it calling you beware look out
There's no sign of the morning coming there's no sign of the day
You've been left on your own like a rainbow like a rainbow in the dark
Yeah yeah you're a rainbow in the dark just a rainbow in the dark
No sign of the morning you're a rainbow in the dark whoa oh oh
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| Ghosts of Past
Posted: 5/28/2008 12:52:19 PM | yes
let us talk of ghosts
let us talk of death
night after night
we consume our fears
our past, our lost hopes
like an gluttonous snake
we are on that planet
of the little prince
where vipers eat elephants
and bloated we are nothing
nothing nothing
not a snake, not an elephant
and that rose
that perfect sweet rose
will never love us | |
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