| I don't care what you write......
Posted: 3/12/2009 1:25:01 PM | I've searched and searched nights endless skies
for two brilliant stars to brighten your eyes
I've journied through time and all throughout space
so i may, once again, see the smile on your face.
Finally I found them...the one perfect pair...
two radiant luminaries that none could compare.
I reached and I reached far past the sun...
and gently i plucked them, each one by one.
I gingerly placed them in a box with a bow
but even the carton couldnt obscure the glow.
I give these to you with all of my heart...
may your smile never fade though we are apart. | |
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| Space Traveler...
Posted: 3/24/2009 6:55:41 PM | and you who once
swept me off my feet,
and made promises to me,
and you who kissed me deep,
and I who let you go there...
to the dark places in my mind,
and you who once showed me
stars invisible beyond
the naked eye, past the pain,
into bursts of pleasure...
and explosions of inner galaxies,
weaving in and out of unimaginable
color, that held us together...
and now...
years past, I only remember that
one time we were space travelers. | |
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| I don't care what you write......
Posted: 3/29/2009 5:57:10 PM | I think I should go home
run away from being an adult
flash backs of lazy car trips with dad driving
smells of home cooking sounds of laughter
when childhood ends its not happily ever after | |
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| I don't care what you write......
Posted: 4/2/2009 8:15:56 PM | outstretched stars reached....
upon that sandy beach....
could almost touch them....
they seemed so near....
grab one for me ....
won't you dear....
how they sparkle....
and do glow....
enjoying the moment....
take it slow.... | |
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| I don't care what you write......
Posted: 4/3/2009 10:25:06 PM | I wrote my very first, and most likely last poem just the other day. It's from the heart and it's to my son. Here goes....
"She still loves you bud"
When it's way past your bed time and your suppose to be sleeping, but your not and I seem to be mad.
And you turn, and you look, with your little eyes puffy from cryin and you say to me "Dad"?
Where did she go, is she gonna come back? Am I bad? Did I do something wrong?"
I say "Course not my boy. She IS coming back, she's just not ready to be a mom."
"But she was dad, look here" as you hold up a pic of the last time you got your moms love.
"Dad, I think I was 5 "
"No son, you were 3" and I cry, but its masked by a hug.
And you say to me "Dad, is she gonna come back?" And I sigh and I say with a smile...
"She cant leave you my boy, you are her, and shes you... But you won't understand for a while.
But when your are older you will, you will see and I'll tell you what happened to mom.
Till then just remember that momma still loves you forever even though she is gone." | |
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| I don't care what you write......
Posted: 4/7/2009 7:39:05 AM | when childhood ends it's not so happily ever after
when adulthood started it wasn't so happily ever before
some days i find that i can't contain the laughter
but on mornings such as this....i find myself wanting more
i just want one who makes my red a little more pink
who takes their green and blends into my blue
in the meantime i believe i'll fingerpaint on skin
and piece together the portrait of the missing "you"
if, indeed, there is one
if non-attachment isn't the objective
life's mysterious fragments are hidden everywhere
perhaps i need to hire a detective
:)
hope you're all well....loving the writes that i'm reading....THANK YOU for stopping through! | |
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| I don't care what you write......
Posted: 4/8/2009 7:19:39 AM | Hi ya, Ash.........Looks like your doing good!! smiles, love and hugs with wet kisses...lol
Just a little "Free" advice:
Nevermind pay'n for that right
Look to the national registry's sights
then "Wink or Zabba" a com
There you'll find if anything is wrong..........lol
If they aren't will'n to give you their Full Legal Name
then You don't need or want them anyway!!!!
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| I don't care what you write......
Posted: 4/8/2009 5:16:24 PM | From o'er the horizon where sun meets sea
a distant voice calls out to me
it beckons, it wails, it sings of love
unrequited from clouds above
it touches my innermost fiber and core
and leaves me sobbing on the shore
where once was a chorus of comaraderie
round a crackling fire in the sand by the sea
where did you go to and why did you leave
muttering me wiping tears on my sleave
trembling fingers sifting sand on the beach
searching for the grain I can never reach
when you sent the eagle to signal to me
and it landed and leered from the ironwood tree
I knew right then an omen was spoken
and a call would follow that would leave my heart broken
now you soar over mountains and shorelines and sea
as I cower below hoping you can see me
and how you left us all with a huge gaping wound
to shed tears on the sand morose and marooned
with a voice clear as yours that I hear to this day
you could quiet us all, make it all go away
just a few words or even draw in the sand
that it's ok where you are far beyond the beach strand | |
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| I don't care what you write......
Posted: 4/8/2009 5:25:44 PM | do we need to lose ourself before becoming who we are
ego strangled into silence by willing hands
like so many holes in unfamiliar ground
which to choose, if they all end up here
wondering again | |
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| I don't care what you write......
Posted: 4/8/2009 6:59:43 PM | 24/7
"Misery loves company,"
Well company has better things to do.
What's to say when it ain't your bugaboo?
Lend an ear,
A shoulder to cry,
Roll the eyes, and click off the mind.
Cuz God knows we'd rather be any place but here.
Watching your desperate stare of not knowing what to say.
The ham-handed mum disguised as consoling.
Waiting for the perfect segway,
To slip away.
It's hard to tend
When you don't care to comprehend.
Just take a scalpel to my brain
Remove the humliations on rotation,
Hemmoraging me awake.
I'm biting the skin off my lip in nervousness
Of things to come.
My shaking hands taking drags
Killing(dying) one minute at a time.
Horace tells me to live for the moment.
Regret shames me to fear
The very prospect of (a)that moment.
To ignore is to live
But this is my head
Twenty-four/seven.
This obese heart
Is devouring me alive.
So i need you whole,
At least for tonight | |
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| I don't care what you write......
Posted: 4/16/2009 3:45:39 PM |
i just want one who makes my red a little more pink
who takes their green and blends into my blue
gee ash, i love that
made me think of an old one to drop in for you
even through all that grey
his shine is so bright
beaming in a different direction
toward a simpler reflection
her eyes awash in
the colours of his rainbow
9/20/08
the weather here is fine. hope your world is being kind. | |
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| I don't care what you write......
Posted: 4/17/2009 7:37:08 AM | Death walks softly, erasing the last vestiges of time's pain & agony in it's wake.
Raising a boy & two girls, not to mention all of thier friends-me being one of the lucky friends...he was 6ft2, long & lean, 73 @ the end, ravaged in pain with cancer, & a strong, pure, true believer in God.
In a reverse wake party of sorts, everyone that (could) had ever loved the man had a chance to stop by & squeee his hand, tell him they loved him & say goodbyes in thier own way. It was beautiful.
Saturday morning, another angel was sent home. | |
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| I don't care what you write......
Posted: 4/22/2009 9:47:37 PM | Trying to be the good person I know I am
But knowing I must be stronger than this
Competition and Pride in the best and f#!k the rest
But my zest for this competition grows bitter and sour
Your constant heranging and constant abandon
Of selfrespect and dillegence you make me sick
Your bannter and b.s your smooth skin and cologne
Is all that stops me from leaving you and driving home
But now you push the limits your beyond my view
Your selfish and calculated through and through
Your attempts at love are an insult to life
You wonder why women live a solitary life
But, it's not just you man for women are cruel they
See all that shines and kill & fight just to rule
They lie about intentions and even get plastic mammary glands just
So you will grab a hold of there car payments
Maybe fake man and plastic barbie doll you will find one another
When your drinking a latte at the Mall
But, please don't despair when your obssesive love life fizzles
He finds someone hotter or she finds someone to worship her
I can tell from the actions it will only increase this mad
Reality some refuse to cease. | |
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| I don't care what you write......
Posted: 4/27/2009 6:42:05 PM | stripped
walking the streets unclothed
money had been my shirt
pride had been my shoes
answers had been my hat
so then i wandererd topless
throught the streets
with blisters on my feet
later, i removed my hat to scratch my head
and put my pants back on instead.
confidence felt like a pair of Victoria's Secret nylon/spandex panties
the kind that you forget that you are wearing
until you go to remove them and remember again
no one else realizes you're wearing them
they just wonder why it is that you grin | |
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| I don't care what you write......
Posted: 4/27/2009 7:45:42 PM | once upon a time
i wore my aura
like a superhero's cape
flapping behind me
as i navigated
the mid-day sidewalks
never thinking that it coud
invade personal space | |
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| I don't care what you write......
Posted: 4/28/2009 2:37:04 PM | i walk
with determination
an outdated map
and a broken compass
i stare at the blueprints
of an uncertain future
with tools ill-suited for the job
but the tenacity to make them work
there is an ages old war
being fought in this concrete jungle
let my armies be the rocks
and the trees and the birds in the sky
as long as we share our view
my worries are none
no shoes for need of pants
no tools for need of a blueprint, stars for need of a compass
or shirt for need of a hat
but trust me on the sunscreen | |
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| I don't care what you write......
Posted: 4/28/2009 6:53:35 PM | according to the moon
the time is upon us
let us not forget the lessons learned
let us not forget the scars we've earned
the time is upon us
and i listen ,my dear
to the whispers in my head
to the pain in my soul
come with me now and you shall hear
of lessons learned
and tales of battles and the scars we've earned | |
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| I don't care what you write......
Posted: 4/28/2009 7:36:42 PM | 2 weeks ago i found my first love
for years he has lingered in my dreams
i'm high with passion on the wings of a dove
with joy and laughter my face beams
is he prince charming?
am i julia roberts?
it's quite alarming
and he slobbers. | |
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| I don't care what you write......
Posted: 4/28/2009 10:20:32 PM | I don't slurp but ;)
If I remember correctly Doves mate for life
Slobber in passion he drools for Only you
I remember way back when when drippy kisses mean't
2 weeks ago was just a kiss
I remember when all I wanted was to get to third base
(good thing she played base ball)..homerun
but back on track
Not all men want Julia Robert,Not all women want Prince charming
Really what I think and 99% won't matter is just this....
Enjoy drooling together,keep a towel handy for those times when You Both drool together ;) | |
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| I don't care what you write......
Posted: 4/28/2009 10:47:11 PM | how prolific
could be holistic
drool can be good
'specially dealin with wood
gettin to third base?
prepare for the chase.
99% pass me by
1% dove make me fly | |
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| I don't care what you write......
Posted: 4/28/2009 11:10:58 PM | I don't can't what you write....[phew];
means I can leave my gaunt 'expression' 'here':
O Darling, O Beloved Soul
Manifesting The Eaves of the cunning.
The uncanny seizure of virtue [is the limbo of my dogma of fate];
Synchronicity, O sweet-simplicity.
~Lucid          | |
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