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Joined: 4/18/2007
Msg: 51 | |
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Posted: 3/9/2008 12:31:20 PM | ya dig?
Are you feeling my vibe?
Are you on my wavelength?
Can we feed off each other?
Yeah babe, I dig
I feel ya, hope you can feel me too
I hope we can ride this roller coaster to the end and beyond
This shared enjoyment that is art
Inspired by each other and ourselves
We can take this high and float above
Joining those who came before us
Awaiting them that shall follow
I dig | |
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Posted: 3/9/2008 12:36:11 PM | | and Mr. Luney....nothin' worse than when your canned goods sit in the pantry too long and ruin!!....after that they're not really "goods".....(so does that make them "bads?"..hee..hee) | |
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Posted: 3/9/2008 10:00:19 PM | "I hope we can enjoy this roller coaster
to the end and beyond"
thru the loops and dives
into the tunnel and out again
stomach in throat
hand in hand
"what a strange trip its been"
insane conductor
with broken controls
and loss of breaks
adrenaline junkies last stand. | |
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Posted: 3/9/2008 10:55:40 PM | "with broken controls
and loss of breaks
adrenaline junkies last stand."
....freakin rock on.....there will be no controls or breaks on this poetic rollercoaster....what a sweet addiction.... | |
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Posted: 3/9/2008 11:04:33 PM | Love,
what a sweet addiction....
rocks me to my knees
please
just hold me.
I cannot be
without
your arms holding me
in place.
I cannot breathe
but by knowing
I breathe you
into me;
In exhalation
I exist. | |
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Posted: 3/9/2008 11:51:42 PM | Casino
I was bored and nobody around
My Fish O Plenty were not abound
I had some cash off to the casino I went
Hoping to beat the odds and limit what I spent
I arrived full of optimism and spunk
And selected a machine, which apparently was junk
So after twenty dollars I swiftly moved to another
And next to me soon arrived my mother
I was so in awe to be busted so to speak
I rapidly excused myself saying I had to take a leak
Making a quick get away I found a new play toy
And sitting next to me was a very cute boy
We started chatting and he seemed pretty cool
There were many common interests including that of pool
Next thing you know I’d lost all of my money
And he reaches into his wallet and says here ya go honey
He hands 3 one hundred dollar bills to me
To which I think this simply can’t be
I thank him profusely but graciously decline
And he tells me no strings, just accept, its all fine
So color me blonde, I said hey what the hell
It was like I was completely under his spell
I put the first hundred in the machine
Lost it all and to his shoulder he pulled me to lean
So I thought I’d try the second surely the machine it must pay
But the only way to win from the casino is stay away!
After losing the second hundred I said I must go
To which the nice guy, replied NO, NO, NO, NO
He said try the last one I think you may win
Go ahead put in and give it a spin
Reluctant I was, yet I needed the money
He said go ahead, you can do it, I have a feeling honey
Soooo against better judgement in went the last of it
And on the next to last spin, oh my god, holy sh$t
Everything lined up, all the wilds, all the ladies in the spots
Oh my god, holy crap, I hit the largest of jackpots
I looked over to hug and thank the nice guy
Whom I questioned for making me stay and had wondered why
Yet he was gone, vanished... nowhere to be found
I looked everywhere, even the bathrooms, he was not around
After talking to the workers I found out more about him
He’s what’s known as a ‘whale’…big spender, and his name is Jim
Occasionally he finds young women he likes, and if he’s drinking gin…
If the women are down on their luck, he’ll give them money until they win
He wants absolutely nothing in return, not the money, not a thank you
Just the pleasure of their company, and knowing he helped them will do
However, in his honor, if you choose
Pay it forward to someone else, you don’t know, you surely can’t lose
Are you feeling my vibe?
Samra 
*now if only that were a true story*  | |
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VTme
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Joined: 2/17/2008
Msg: 57 | |
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Posted: 3/10/2008 6:32:12 AM | So after twenty dollars I swiftly moved to another
Trying to find the one described by my brother
Curves of dreams were the tell tale sign
Pumps so striking you would not believe your eyes
Fishnets a plenty displayed selling additional wares
Every man knowing what he'd find there
Up ahead on the corner i see
What is surely that of my brother's delight for me
So i pulled into the new gas station with lower prices
And bouhgt some fishing gear!
JiMO | |
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Posted: 3/10/2008 6:59:18 AM | I'm not damaged goods or anything but I sing for alternative rock band in Indy and also write our lyrics. This is a song I wrote that never got made. And since you don't care what we write and all....and of course...bordom.
Lying down this time,
I open up the wound,
Just to watch it bleed,
All over you.
Time just fades away,
The motive's not so clear,
This is not my place,
Whispers in my ear.
Running in circles again,
I'm so battered and bruised,
Feel nothing but emptiness,
So withered up and used. | |
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Render
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Joined: 4/18/2007
Msg: 59 | |
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Posted: 3/10/2008 8:51:15 AM | ^^^^
I OPEN UP THE WOUND
remembering to go down the lane
and not across the tracks
I waited until no one was home
I didn't leave a note that would be found
until the deed was done
Am I crying out for help?
No, because I could ask for it
at any time
I want this to happen
I don't want to be stopped
But, wait. I'm telling you.
- (Just to let you know. I'm not really going to commit suicide! I'm perfectly happy in my miserable existance. I was just inpired in the moment, so please don't call the law on me! Oh yeah, this one wasn't about the suicide, but about responsibility) | |
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Posted: 3/10/2008 10:29:15 AM | I drew heaven
with sharp blade on
the inside of my
hugs
just to capture in
scars there a
time that reminds me
how wounds can
heal beautiful
like tattoos on experience
like art on pain
like choice on forever
after blood becomes hard
and snakes climb the pillar
from hand to heart
where reaching is decorated
with gratitude and wonder
this life isn't over
just begun
after another plunder
to widen like
springtime in the snow bank
to soften
the hurricane into poetry
to remind that
living here means
creating possibility,
if I hold the library
in front of me as
collection of highways not
defenses to stifle me
this is responsibility
remembering I AM,
and never have been
the scars but, the exhale
that moves into infinity
that lives on indefinitely
no such things as
death to me
this happy road
climbs destiny
and is only play
not to be taken so seriously,
just taken with
eyes open on the curves,
blade closed in the alley
and tongue in cheek. | |
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Posted: 3/10/2008 12:36:45 PM | 'I open up the wound"
"sharp blade on the inside"
gouging out the cancerous cancor
you fatal love left behind.
just another mar
on this lump of scartissue
(n)omened a heart.
I excise your malignancy
so in time I may heal
home surgery with no anasthetic
for the soul.
(actually in a very happy go lucky mood after dancin in da rain, despite the jaded sounds of above or macabre below)
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"snakes climb the pillar"
slithering up to the archway
guarding the entrance to thine realm
spiders crawl across the pillow
spinning webs of dismay
into your ear they march
eight legged dream creepers overwhelm
within the convolutions,
their eggs do they lay
horrid abominations abide in the crypt
daunting protectors of yellowing script.
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Posted: 3/10/2008 3:28:36 PM | got a cute vulture today
on my table top it will play
with Mr bones and the count
that about rounds it out
cept for the rat earrings
just love wearin those things
might never grow up
besides Peter Pan just said “sup”
back to the bag of fairy dust
blue wings Yhea a total must
keep them in a big brown box
right next to my rainbow socks
good thing you don't care what i write *S*..
cause Im in a mood  | |
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Posted: 3/10/2008 3:55:38 PM | Ravincause - "I cannot breate without knowing I breath you into me; In exhalation I exist."....in breathing all of "ya'll" in I exist...
HappyDurga - your words ALWAYS capture me
Render - you capture the idea very well - one who truly wants to leave never tells on himself - this one captures responsibility AND suicide
VTme - Where IS this gas station?
Cjones - "ya better watcho speed...trouble ahead, trouble behind..." (the lyrics popped in my head)..no need to explain...every poem is in and off itself...
Sunoir - bahaha.....nice....glad i could provide an outlet for such creativity...thanks for stoppin by.....
'Cept for rat earrings
Match so many of my things
Hard to decide what to wear
My vulture doesn't seem to care.
My rainbow socks
And my snake-skin shoes
Hope they don't bite my ear..
My bunny rabbit slippers know no fear. | |
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Joined: 4/18/2007
Msg: 64 | |
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Posted: 3/10/2008 4:07:55 PM | BACK TO THE BAG OF FAIRY DUST
man, I get so lost
couldn't help myself really
once I got inside
mind racing
no focus
no
where was I?
oh yeah, direction
wish I could climb outta here
so glad I won't
this bag is home to me now
watching the words fly around my head
taking each one and spelling it out
tapdancing the letters along my fingertips
fairy dust, where can I get some more? | |
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Posted: 3/10/2008 7:47:22 PM | Your stories weave wonders
in colours that spellbind
my mind
watching the words fly around my head
and stream fountainhead
into tales of magic and deep mystery
A whole lifetime’s history
swirled in legends lived to the full
No bull. | |
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Posted: 3/11/2008 12:11:16 AM | "watching the words fly around my head"
swirling archaic visions are born
winged creatures spawned in a restless bed
wearing a tainted crown with stolen jewels that adorn
into twisted jabberwocky am i lead
seeping not poison bleed from the Thorn.
war and peace, hope and dread
ignoring any malicious scorn
devouring words the gutted serpeant said
no more will i dwell in an accursed homestead. | |
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Render
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Joined: 4/18/2007
Msg: 67 | |
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Posted: 3/11/2008 11:51:42 AM | A tapestry tells a story
of time and it's whole passing
woven from the fabric of souls
Atropos holds the shears
at the ready
I sit here
wearing a tainted crown with stolen jewels that adorn
unable to fight the inevitable
knowing that the end will come
and so I have chosen my life
I have taken what was not mine
usurped the power for myself
and now I face my place upon the tapestry | |
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Posted: 3/11/2008 7:17:49 PM | "Woven from the fabric of souls"
Web of Wyrd weaved by sisters three
of the Well do the drink daily
holding council with the ones of ol'
the Great Wolf gives a growl
Nine worlds tied by the Roots
and Baldirs frosty breath bellows forth a howl
Their wisdom forgotten but never mute.
(killer piece Render, Killer!) | |
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Posted: 3/11/2008 7:43:08 PM | In that final moment,
when the death drops
creep across the canvas,
let me adorn you
with each second,
my pen, the artery of my heart,
reaching for you,
to touch you with the deepest
love, a beating canvas,
bleeding for one second,
to hold you once more,
to feel you near me,
with a gentleness,
a tenderness left forever,
and as death arrives,
I leave you
this canvas,
to live in memory
of you and
me! | |
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Posted: 3/11/2008 8:45:07 PM | *Mandrake* honored to have you here....your words always, regardless of my present state of mind at any moment, reach my heart...
#70
Let me adorn you with each second,
purpose reminded -
loneliness dressed.
Cold feelings are homeless..
Restless heart always finds
warmth on your shore
upon swimming in a dry sea
of purpose
Encouraging
me to find beauty in this ocean
When the salt burns my eyes...
With you, i know no disguise. | |
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Posted: 3/11/2008 8:56:34 PM | In dreamscape I swim ancient currents
that wave across the milky way
forming particle
as I crash headlong
onto Earth.
Magnetized
Polarized
I birth myself standing
in those cold ocean waters
of dying fish
and whales in mourning.
There is hopelessness here
and a great fear
that we do not know
what we have done.
There is rage and panic,
and so, so much pain.
I am knocked back by the waves,
When the salt burns my eyes...
I cry out,
and you are there.
I pull myself up on you
finding
warmth on your shore.
And you know
to just hold me. | |
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Posted: 3/11/2008 9:09:24 PM | In sincerity and respect for each other
We gain valuable knowledge
A different insight
When seeing through the eyes of other poets
That deeply care for their cause
And write with passion
Whatever that may be
The way we can shed our skins
And become the naked words
Which are born inside us
Not afraid to lay them bare
To those who understand our vulnerability
And unity we try to walk on
Relinquishing the walls of years of growing
Send them crashing down
To find a clearer prospective
To walk together in the sunshine of our dreams
with gentle souls who are not afraid
to reach out without thought to age or gender
as if in a momentary blackout we become
the pure spirit of humanity. | |
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Posted: 3/11/2008 9:30:39 PM | I watched
as he created,
his inked scalpel
swift, each movement
a delicate dissection
of ugliness,
scarring the canvas
with profane literacy,
and yet, as he stitched
the colors together,
the "moaning Lisa"
was born,
breathing life
from a vision. | |
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Posted: 3/11/2008 10:05:25 PM | | msg #71....thank you Ash...I am humbled by your kind words. Loved your follow up on #70...very well done! | |
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