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Posted: 7/20/2008 12:29:51 PM | Beautiful Silvered Swan
Circling our yearning soul are legions of angles
guides with grains of wisdom, gifted by creation,
set to watch and guard our stumbling steps
as we struggle with life's lessons
we must own them or they are not ours
we realize out dreams, and they splinter
shards of brightly stained glass
in mosaics upon the ground
learning and burning, tied to stakes
and still we move forward while
spinning and turning the world moves on
busy with its own crafting work
its own miracles in creations plan
I've seen the marble halls of wisdom
where everything is recorded
and can be found with a wish
the blueprints of trees, seeds and mountains
the plan of our lives and goals, our dreams
all exists, all counts, all have purpose
we don't have to believe in this
because it believes in us | |
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Posted: 7/20/2008 4:46:34 PM | Inner Child
filled with something I could not name
knowing I'd never be the same
with joy I embraced the new me
this is how it feels to be free
knowing I'd never be the same
engulfed by passion's spirit flame
my burdens simply burned away
dancing the light began to pray
with joy I embraced the new me
and saw a child upon my knee
she'd left because she had no place
yet now returned wearing my face
this is how it feels to be free
no longer bound now I can see
navigating without the bars
stretching out no boundary the stars | |
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Posted: 7/20/2008 7:43:43 PM | we are definitely in sync...... that is just how i feel now, this stretching of the limitless possibilities i see now arrayed before me, like nothing is impossible, like i am pure energy, light, a frequency now humming in tune with everything, simply everything!!!!
i feel like a magnet, drawing goodness and friends and amazing adventures to me.... i sailed on the Clearwater yesterday, and it was just like i belonged there, the crew loved me and i loved them..... spent all of tonite with them, sitting dockside, drinking wine, telling tales, amazed am i to be living my life FINALLY, to be unemcumbered by what i in the past perceived were all these weaknesses and reasons to avoid contact...and to realize that was all in my mind, was something totally manufactured out of fear, pain, distrust...who was that person????? she isn't here anymore!!! i am so completely free from the past, i almost cannot recall decades..... i must have been asleep!!! that's it, i was asleep and this glorious awakening to a new life is exhilarating!!! (and it's kinda fun beating off the men now!!!!)
Ode to Clearwater
This boat
So like a poem
Consuming distances
Between us
This canvas of river
Where light paints soft washes
Over the gentle water
Embracing us all
In a web of air
And ribbons of satin waves
This whispered echo of our souls
Unfolding us to ourselves
This ripple and tow bearing weight
Of a mackerel sky
This coiling wonder of wind
Over the river of us
Where we learn to embrace pressure
Bend with the throb and pulse of the water
Learning from the waves to explore
Every inch of our luminous shore
Opening our green voices
To become the chorus of hope
Where we shape a new river
And each other. | |
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Posted: 7/20/2008 8:14:46 PM |
living my life FINALLY, to be unemcumbered by what i in the past perceived were all these weaknesses and reasons to avoid contact
And out there and having a ball :)
For I am worth loving
And I am able to love
I have been loved
And I will be loved
For I am worth loving
Just as I am
For the past week, that Hans Christian Andersen story keeps coming to mind
Over and over
The story of the Ugly Duckling
Abused and belittled and told it was ugly so often it actually believed it
(by a bunch of OLD DUCKS btw!)
To the point where it couldnt see its own beauty
Just its 'differences'
Til one day, that ugly duckling, looked in the mirror
And saw itself for what it truly was
And then carried forth into life with a proud carriage
Knowing that
A SWAN had been born
Grace...and Beauty...was his
And he no longer sought the company (or approval) of ducks
And lightly he lifted to the skies
A smile filling his heart
And a deep seated peace within
....and began 'his own' journey
As a Swan
[Been busting to write that for days]  | |
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Posted: 7/20/2008 8:51:07 PM | i sang
but from a distance
i danced
but at arms length
i painted
but only in gray
i laughed
but only half heartedly
i gave
and saved nothing for me
i lived
but knew not vivacity
i loved
but knew not ecstasy
i was anyone
not a happy one
never knowing now
did not need
a completely
unabridged
battle survival manual | |
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Posted: 7/20/2008 10:46:14 PM | | Oh Swan, I'm so glad for you, for us all. Yes, own your life embrace it and live it fully. We are the miracles of creation conduits for good or ill. We do tell our own story that is woven in the tapestry of time. Speak your truth Beautiful Swan and dance the light. | |
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Posted: 7/21/2008 5:17:53 PM | ya know???? i have the best friends ever here.... you guys are so wonderful and supportive and i know i have been able to grow and blossom just from learning and living with you, being inspired by your writes....this silly place truly can be transformative when the principles remain above personalities, when encouragement and friendship is extended..... miracles do occur
so here we are then
in halcyon mid summer
with her slow wash of warmth
mirroring all my friends souls
when life is vibrant in mid forming
and the sky has a million variations
the air sings a million songs
and our muses are frolicing
stringing garlands of poems among us
each bouquet more fragrant than the next
with a sweetness so deep within
nourishing me so fully from their liquid tongues
belief has become my daily feast
hope my well of courage. | |
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Posted: 7/21/2008 5:22:18 PM | ya know??? i was gonna post this under favorite music lyrics, but i think it belongs right here
SOME PEOPLE'S LIVES
by Rhonda Fleming and Janis Ian
Some people's lives run down like clocks.
One day they stop, and that's all they've got.
Some lives wear out like old tennis shoes
no one can use. Well, It's sad but it's true.
Didn't anybody tell them?
Didn't anybody see?
Didn't anybody love them
like you love me?
Some people's lives fade like their dreams,
too tired to rise, too tired to sleep.
Some people laugh when they need to cry,
[ Find more Lyrics at www.mp3lyrics.org/t9J ]
and they never know why.
Didn't anybody tell them
that's not how it used to be?
Didn't anybody love them
like you love me?
Some people ask if the tears have to fall.
Then why take your chances? Why bother at all?
And some people's lives are as
cold as their lips.
They just need to be kissed.
Doesn't anybody tell them?
Doesn't anybody see?
Doesn't anybody love them
like you love me?
'Cause that's all they need. | |
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| You sweethearts of the further domains...
Posted: 7/21/2008 5:27:31 PM |
ya know???? i have the best friends ever here.... you guys are so wonderful and supportive and i know i have been able to grow and blossom just from learning and living with you, being inspired by your writes....this silly place truly can be transformative when the principles remain above personalities, when encouragement and friendship is extended..... miracles do occur
In that spirit...
You sweethearts of the further domains
who go by pseudonyms here
and who knows but that in what
has come to be known as “real life”
the whole of your self is a pseudonym
for your as yet unknown, maybe
never to be known actual self,
that self which you sometimes love
and sometimes hate immoderately
and sometimes love and hate both
in the same unavoidable swoop
of a machete! You sweethearts
of the further domains, whom I encounter
here each morning and read your songs
of love for one another
or of others even more unknown,
your griefs, your triumphs
or puzzlements, it is not only camels
or the very rich who cannot pass
through the eye of the needle
but the most ordinary extraordinary
of us...
You sweethearts of the further domains:
I now salute you, one and all! | |
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Posted: 7/21/2008 5:37:38 PM |
Grace...and Beauty...was his
And he no longer sought the company (or approval) of ducks
And lightly he lifted to the skies
A smile filling his heart
And a deep seated peace within
....and began 'his own' journey
this silly place truly can be transformative when the principles remain above personalities
Never personally been involved in the whining name calling he said she said crap, a little jealous you guys get all the fun.....
Anywho....
Today I will mold the sky and breath fire
usurp the crown-less kings and stole away the queen to my garden
make love and find a god worthy of your sigh
loosen Orion and rest easy in the meadow
trade secret whispers and luminescent dreams
cleave shadows and perpetuate eternity
or just kiss your eyes and light the candles
because it does not matter
today is mine
mine.
..T.. | |
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Posted: 7/21/2008 6:13:14 PM | truth and yosh:
i so love the masculine voice
with no veils or gauze
truth never an acceptable lie
a female might adopt so
never to rock the boat
no trumpet of reactive emotion
just the mellow cello of reason
no less that becomes the more
just to feel some ounce of worth
poetry about subtle as a baboon's ass
yet as delicate and complicated as belief
all plunge and deep thrust
and spaces inbetween
what is said and not said
that muscle and sinew
defying gravity
thank you both so very much, you have no idea what you both mean to me. | |
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Posted: 7/21/2008 8:19:57 PM | we dare to love
those precious few
who see through
our flaws
the one
who sees me
through this Mardi Gras
charade
on the venetian steps
you lean against piller
bathed in violet light
laughing
and I
my skirts held high
against the
tidal flood
raise my glass
and boldly say
follow me my love
I know the way
Venice
exists
not in time
but in paradise sublime
don't mind me roomies, I am just glowing on | |
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Posted: 7/21/2008 8:27:03 PM | have you ANY idea how truly,breathtakingly,beautifully, waytoogoodforwords-ly awesome it is to see you smilin' like that?.....my heart swells with happiness for you....really.....can't find the right words (although the folks above did a mighty fine job)....so i'll just say  | |
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Posted: 7/21/2008 8:39:17 PM | | i can't help but smile and glow just knowing where you are at...... your moon, reflecting and reverberating his sun, love carving you to liquid silver , you surviving the stony path to love's doorstep..and the wide opening welcoming embrace of that threshold you so courageously crossed...... this is now white fire at the center of the flame, this is the molten time of passion in your erupting erotic dreams now coming true | |
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Posted: 7/21/2008 9:15:16 PM | | just so long as you don't start drooling mi lovely, dribble can be so messy!!!!!! | |
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Posted: 7/21/2008 10:15:36 PM | And the spell lay shattered on the ground
Smashed beyond any form of bitter recognition
Existing only in fragments of forgotten darkness
Shards of never memories
...merely to be swept away
......and put out with yesterdays trash
Fly
Let the spirits lend breath to your wings
And let all those who see you cross the heavens
Stand in awe..of the beauty they have just witnessed
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Posted: 7/21/2008 10:40:19 PM | That was too beautiful for words girlfriend! Gave me chills. | |
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Posted: 7/21/2008 11:52:20 PM | Little bits of laughter and tears
strewn about on a blanket
on the hot green earth
scraps of shedded skin
that I don't need anymore
and maybe someone else can use
Lay it down and walk away
in this swapmeet of souls
there's another life's fragments
carefully displayed
pieces to puzzle over and admire
fit into the shadow of who they used to be
Let's step away when we're done
just leave it all behind
discarded in the growing dusk
memory is enough
weightless now, we'll dance
in our fresh new skins | |
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Posted: 7/22/2008 3:30:01 AM | the drooling idiot
who lives within
seldom shows
its toothless grin
my grin
rests upon the otherside
Cheshire cats'
invisible sin
a lady does not sweat she dews and drooling tis not an activity we choose
grins and blessings my lovely roomies | |
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Posted: 7/22/2008 6:52:56 PM | I'm adaptable.
I could easily fit myself into another's world.
The thing is, I'm not wanting to adapt myself in that way again.
If I am to share in another long-term, romantic relationship..
I'd like it to be with someone for whom I don't have to make all those major compromises for.
It would be best if he didn't have to make them for me either.
We're all such unique individuals.
How does one locate and get to know another human being who is on the same page we are?
Not just in the same book, but right on the same page?
Surely there is someone out there who has looked at the world and come to the same
conclusions that I have .. who is also seeking the same lifestyle I seek .. who reads and who
talks about similar things that I do .. who is a good intimate fit and who shares that ever-elusive
chemical compatibility.
Had to toss quite a few back into the pond and keep fishing, but eventually POF worked for me.
I met such a someone, silverswan.
OutsideTheBox4sure .. Dave .. It's like he was picked out especially for me. .. *smile* ..
Trying to describe this in words would be impossible.
Thanks to the forces that be.
.. *wink* .. | |
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Posted: 7/22/2008 10:51:14 PM | awwwww G...... its about time we can squeeze the joy out of each day, hope endlessly pulsing thru our hearts...where did i hear that the gods lay the unbearable on us and then take some of it back?????? well, it's about time huh?????? we now see life thru enchanted eyes..... and so sweet is this music of peace !!!! and finally men in our lives are just the cherry on top of the sundae of our lives !!!!
once i thought i would simply disintegrate
without a man beside me
and too often death seemed the only
thing i could wish for
afterall, what could death do to me
that he had not tried
what would death give to me
that he didn't dish out in spades
it took awhile, but my lifetime with death is over
and it is just quite as simple this:
i do not desperately need to find one man's love
for i have finally found the living luminous light
of love that was always inside of me. | |
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Posted: 7/22/2008 10:59:14 PM | before I hit the haydom of my palace
got to say
let that light shine
let that light free
let that light see
its world in beauty
huggggggggers | |
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Posted: 7/23/2008 10:44:42 AM | Ok girls (and visiting boys) I had a flight of fancy this morning that might amuse you;
Sisterhood
Whimsy this morning ran amok,
saw a gorgeous congregation.
Women gathered who had no luck,
communal feelings frustration.
(And the woman sang ah-men)
Many were weary, some serene,
all were beautiful in their way.
Some carried themselves like a Queen,
even 'tho their hair had gone gray.
(Still the women sang ah-men)
They shared comfort, held hands in hope,
speakers stood to rhyme poetry.
They prayed not to suffer a dope,
scrying for men with chemistry.
(Yes, the women sang ah-men)
I belong among my sisters,
who are tired of compromise.
We refuse the pleas of misters,
who are more foolish than wise.
(Oh, the women sang ah-men)
There's a hungry sometimes wistful,
gleam in our perceptive kind eyes.
Our own souls are so delightful,
winged spirits, that take to the skies.
(Now, the women sing amen) | |
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Posted: 7/23/2008 5:14:34 PM | i am me
i am not your perception of me
your condensation of me
your disapprobation of me
your imagination of me
your manifestation of me
your approximation of me
your justification of me
your invention of me
your construction of me
your expectation of me
your dramatization of me
your manipulation of me
your renunciation of me
your frustration with me
your fascination with me
your complication with me
i am not your solution
i am not your hesitation
i am not your good intention
i am not your bad intention
i am not your addiction
i am not your absolution
i am not your ornamentation
i am not your temptation
i am not your redemption
i am not your rejuvenation
i am not your accomodation
i am not your relaxation
i am not your irritation
i am not your aggravation
i am not your elation
i am not your motivation
i am not your resurrection
i am not your revelation
i am not your dedication
i am not your addition
i am not your subtraction
i am not your multiplication
i am not your constipation
i am not your fiction
i am not your illustration
i am not your disorientation
i am not your rehabilitation
i am not your corruption
i am not your retaliation
i am not your hallucination
i am not your summation
i am me.
not your speculation
not your examination
just me. | |
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