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Posted: 6/24/2008 11:06:35 AM | One serving of testosterone per command:
WHY NOT?
The first infidelity is the worst,
from which all others flow
like the milk of might-as-well.
Why not? first lifts us up,
then dashes us
on the rocks of if-only.
"Why not?" say the bored,
leaning over the beckoning sea
--and let go.
Why not? is in the eyes
of the eaten alive by the need
to be anything but what they are.
The damned are walking among us,
eating out of the same bowls.
Soiled
sheet by soiled sheet
they lie beside us
in our very arms, murmuring,
Why not? Why not? Oh, why not? | |
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Posted: 6/24/2008 11:13:03 AM | A little more testosterone for ya!
Sane!...to be of sound mind,
my cocoon died long ago,
a dried up pod of gossamer waste,
taking up space among the ruins,
keeper of the chalice
light my way!
and for those
who would judge my sanity,
let them question their own
before casting a stone,
oh keeper of the chalice
guide my way! | |
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Posted: 6/24/2008 11:36:16 AM | wow.
wow.
i never realized till just now
testosterone is just estrogen with more muscle
truly magnificent guys...you took my breath away
mr. mandrake, i must take my cue from you..... of what am i protecting myself from??? as if what else could happen???? LOL.... i love love love that line
"a dried up pod of gossamer waste,
taking up space among the ruins"
wow. blew me away
and jerry, you will go down in my memoirs as the one i foolishly let get away....... such beautiful lines from such a beautiful soul that i could not be worthy of
that's it for today folks....the left hand will not work and i hate typing with the right one. much love and thanks to all who have brightened these past dark days
i worry so
just this minute the
rains have started
and i think of your
tears flowing so far away from me
i wish for nothing but
our small souls meet tonite
on the surface of a large star
the rush of stillness there
the pulse of us shining
in a silent peace
we cannot find here
i love you mary, i pray endlessly for you | |
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Posted: 6/24/2008 6:16:32 PM |
Ms. Autumn, it's too bad i spent my last unemployed dime on Pete's festival..... the toll across the GWB is $8 and i just don't have it now...enjoy the city, prowl soho and the village, you'll be sure to see famous people, odd people, colorful people and people being glorious peoples.
I would have loved meeting you. I have no idea of distance from the GWB and Valhalla or Manhatan but I would have enjoyed taking you out for dinner and sharing poetry. A long time ago we talked about doing just that. A dinner in Jersey but I understand. I cannot mail you with my phone number just in case you change your mind. I'm not into meeting famous people but colourful people would be grand. Maybe next time. | |
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Posted: 6/24/2008 9:19:22 PM | silence falls between us
as we come down from the fields
where wheat is in mid season
and the wind haunts its beards
liquid eyes fathomless in dreams
only see what never can return
everything that was left behind
now, just this trace remains
fantasy or fiction, it matters not
the songs were sung
and went unheard
the blood was spilt
and cannot flow again
a useless spill that on
any other summer afternoon
might have been a sad riff
but now are just the
worn out dregs of a once abundant belief
and there in the distance
we hear the chant
way-oh-way-hi-yah-hey
let us talk about
what it means to be human
and let us talk about pain
we are the flowers in the valley
we will never go away
way-oh-way-hi-yah-hey
we will never go away
we are like the mountain
we will never go away
we are the fish in the sea
we will never go away
we are the clouds running free
we will never go away
we are the cactus in the deserts
we will never go away
we will never go away
way-oh-way-hi-yah-hey
way-oh-way-hi-yah-hey
hammy we will never go away
we are always here for you | |
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Posted: 6/24/2008 9:29:21 PM | That you were not so
very far away.
Long for your touch
the last has lingered away.
Sweet scent of perfume
I despair anew.
For any sliver of feeling you.
Have you no sense of how
you've stolen my heart
even now...
what sweet haunting and longing...
Silverswan... I love your stuff!!! | |
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Posted: 6/24/2008 10:03:33 PM | thank you most kind sir, you have a nice turn with the word yourself.
these songs
polishing words
til like the moon
they glow
cause ebb and flow
between us all | |
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Posted: 6/24/2008 10:35:27 PM | In the distance I hear
Songs of longing and of fear..
I listened closer and tuned my ear...
In oneness all are comforted...
Oh be comforted
hearts that long and seek
Its not the mighty but the weak
That receive humbly their sweet release...
Place no faith in things you own
be givers to all for history's shown
Gifts of kindness acts of love
Are what redeems us and gives us peace.
Do you have any idea what a compliment it would be for me to find someone stealing anything I write??? Honestly When I saw that POF had a section where people could express themselves I wanted to throw all the books I've writtem in away. Truly I want people to see what I write... I want them to take it use it change it ...it's my soul man and thats what I want to share... Maybe they are looking for the courage to express themselves and using your writings for inspiration?? Silverswan...
Please don't stop sharing...
Bob | |
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Posted: 6/26/2008 2:52:36 AM | Somewhere they worship in their cathedrals of evil
those things with terrible talons that grip the throat of the world
clawing at reason and sanity to gashed gaping holes
ratcheting up the terror, distilling the bile that will erase my structure
monstrosities with red corpse eyes that become the final domino
dropping me into that hell where I am stripped of life as I knew it
orphaned to impermanence with a soul that has no will
condensing consuming me until I beg for that
bright forgetting place
where I can be sucked into nothing
where the whole world can dissolve, loosen, separate at its frayed edges
where emptiness can foam up around thought and reduce it all
to merciful ignorance as I sink to the base of stillness and
there, shuddering,
I can just clot. | |
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Posted: 6/26/2008 4:34:53 PM | I Love New York
Today we broke down the walls of your city
It became divisions of history
Clambering like an excited child
“Pick me, pick me”
The city cried out
Naked and bustling with colour, flavor
The sun dipped in and out as the lady of liberty
Flashed her beauty beneath the girders
Of Brooklyn Bridge
Down on the docks I felt the comforting hands
Of the East river and
I imagined the droves of people seeking out freedom
With their satchels and trunks piled high
The seafaring ships rocking with the gentle pulse
A summer day frozen in my mind
So much to absorb and process
The camera was my eyes
I only glazed the surface
Tomorrow we find new legs
But for now we return to the suburbs
To renew our energy. | |
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Posted: 6/26/2008 6:41:14 PM | what can I say
to take away
the pain
words have caused
words like actions
can not be taken back
no excuse can erase
the damage done
if we take ownership
for what we do
and still we disown
the consequences
then all is futile
all is lost
words uttered
at such a cost | |
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Posted: 6/26/2008 10:34:56 PM | all is not futile
all is not lost
be not discouraged
no matter the cost.
A cycle it is and nothing more
calamity soon will leave our shore.
The children will play
and laughter will ring
we'll drink to each other
Old songs we will sing.
There is always an end
to whatever's the trouble
let me be the first to
burst your bubble.
All hell can break loose
life hands you the cup
Its not how many times you are down
But how many you get up... | |
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Posted: 6/26/2008 11:25:48 PM | not a writhing
no
just an undulating constant
a mind over matter game
one pretends
just a mild fever
just a first degree burn
the nerves chanting
splintering the hours
into four advils or six?
i try to float in the flow of pain
remain politely detached
blind to its molten burning
deaf to its constant rythym
if these words could talk
i would refuse to understand them
because suffering is becoming too
natural for me and after two weeks
of this shite
only vicodin has true meaning now | |
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Posted: 6/26/2008 11:41:38 PM | only Vicodin has true meaning now
Numbed to the agony
The cycle is firmly set
artificial releif is my plite
for the pain is too great to bear.
All the opiates in the world
and still no releif.
Sleep only brings dislocation
I am the vicodin
I am the pain
We dance together
we are lovers we two
How can I be complete with this war
taking my life day by day?
If pain is where I find myself
so be it.
It will let it be part of me.
Gratitude for any releif is my mantra
Suffering is my teacher today
But only for a time.
This to will pass. | |
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Posted: 6/26/2008 11:49:40 PM | lol..... this too will pass when Obama gets that national healthcare bill signed, sealed and delivered to my doorstep
thanks to great friends for leaving all the great writes.... it certainly helps keep the pain in the background when i show up here and see you have visited, left helpful words. dang it, everyone lives too darn far away!!!!! | |
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Posted: 6/27/2008 3:15:06 AM | yeppers, Mr. Bob has been a welcome new addition to this scummy pond..... lots of new faces around here lately huh???? thanks for stopping by Mr. Lovelorn, love that picture of the boat!!!! know any good sailing poems????? :)
been reading my sailing manuals
trying to get down the lingo
but no matter how hard i try
i get more confused by jingo
take that term stern
which is also abaft
but then (scratches head)
what the heck is plain old aft???? | |
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Posted: 6/27/2008 7:25:23 AM | no doubt Swan, there sure are alotta new faces poppin' up all of a sudden.....and some damn good writes.....love it....(as i have only been around the pond for so long, i'm just soaking in the cycles of change and stuff)....can't help you with your lingo problem...lol...sorry.....reckon that handsome gentleman above will hafta help you on this one (and it's just soooo bothersome to be helped by a handsome fella ain't it? ...hee..hee)
staring through this window
watching the changing of days and time
then reading
your words
and hoping that one day
I too
can be as feisty and witty
as you
(been perusing through your thread (again..lol)....and you really are an awesome woman lady!) | |
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Posted: 6/27/2008 11:36:18 AM | ash you hot little purty thang
you got no waiting to do
feisty you are and witty too
men hanging 'round you in a gang!!!!
no more am i loveschmove material
men want hot sexy babes just like you
they don't waste their time on just friendship
cause their balls are quite royally blue
their poor willy's aching and moaning:
"dang buddy, will ya give me a break?
didn't i give you some good times?
did ya go and hit the hydraulic brake?
cause i aint seen daylight for ages
and these two balls are boring as hell
the only action i'm getting is scratchin'
bet all i shoot now are blank shells
do ya have to be so darn finicky
i'm at a loss to make ya understand
uh-oh.... oh no....oh gosh darn it
put away that meat-slappin' right hand " !!!!!!!!!! | |
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Posted: 6/27/2008 9:29:57 PM | Torn between lines of pain
Longing and fulfillment...
It is coming soon...
My heart knows this to be true.
But how long ???
It seems like lifetimes
the more deeply I long
the longer I wait
What a cruel fate...
So songs my heart will sing
In word in deed in action
Until you come to me
The time matters not
For the time it takes will
be matched with anticipation..
Until you come to me
Eager for your tenderness
Eager to reciprocate...
Until then in love with love my fate.
My only reference in maritime terms is a lymeric about a lass with an ample ass... I took it as a reference to the stern but aft is aft as long as it is behind you kind of like your past.... I heard a man speaking about sailing once he said its not the direction the wind blows that determines where you will go but the set of your sail... | |
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Posted: 6/27/2008 10:55:12 PM | my oh my, i do love your attitude..... you are hope personified...wish i had that gift...there's another saying.... that's all water under the bridge..... i can't seem to see at this age what you are so easily able to see at your age.... i don't know if it is the lifelong history of despair that has molded my brain to lean towards negativity, but sadly there it is.... i know positive intention works, i used it for 1o years fighting numerous bouts of cancer. maybe i am just too old, tired out by the past battles..... maybe some of us never get a second chance at love.
moonsails
shining
on tidal waves
of moire silk
streaking silver
to where the sea
pulls away from the shore
moonsails
hungering for the open flow
the wide embrace of endless ocean
to find in that emptiness
some dream of peace | |
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Posted: 6/27/2008 11:02:22 PM | Love,
Oh love is a double edged sword my son
I used it
To conquer, to put down
Those before me
An orgasmic battlefield
Of passion, desire, self want and drunkeness
To be slain
By the same sword
Bore by a same minded woman
On a battlefield of equals
What justice you give
My Lord | |
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Posted: 6/27/2008 11:31:14 PM | karma is a bbitcch
unfortunately most growth
spiritually comes from
painful illusions we
insisted on retaining
i had a husband like you
and oddly enough
all i saw was a suffering man
and i still worry he suffers to this day
like the dying
we often can only see
when we face away
just beyond the shadows
was that a dream?
do we ever remember
any of it
when we are awake?
sad memories withdraw
and here i am
dragging yesterdays photos
from this place
to the next
pictures of such emptiness
such lost dreams
spiraling thru my day
while i wait for
what it was
i can't remember
i lost | |
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Posted: 6/28/2008 9:11:20 AM | looks like another storm
sky black pitch a heavy hearts gray
tar marred judgement
to a perfect day
hurricane chased
white clouds out of place
touched by living lies
as thunder bellows its sigh
drop by drop misery
beating a path to a steeped sea
lightning bleeds the heavens white
tears of forever seed the night
it comes once again
cleansing soul stains
flooding the pain
cascading rain | |
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Posted: 6/28/2008 10:32:37 AM |
looks like another storm
sky black pitch a heavy hearts gray
tar marred judgement
to a perfect day
hurricane chased
white clouds out of place
touched by living lies
as thunder bellows its sigh
drop by drop misery
beating a path to a steeped sea
lightning bleeds the heavens white
tears of forever seed the night
it comes once again
cleansing soul stains
flooding the pain
cascading rain
Lovely, gentle soul! It feels like something written for a patient, attentive companion. | |
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