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Posted: 5/19/2008 10:36:53 PM | | Trying to sleep during the day in a hot room. Two electric fans. Dual purpose: cooling the air and muffling the sounds of daytime. Window facing west... catches the afternoon sun in full force. It's only May and the room is like a sauna. August will be lots of fun. | |
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Posted: 5/19/2008 11:24:35 PM | | I can not see her. I can not touch her. She moves around me and I can smell her perfume. I inhale and I can taste her. She is close. She touches me. She rakes her nails across my flesh. Her warmth envelopes me. Swallows me. Making me her own. | |
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Posted: 5/20/2008 5:21:07 AM | want to sit all day and hold her hand
but life goes on...may take days, weeks, months
i stop in daily after work
ebb of her life, touches my flow
waves of melancholy passes thru
floating
then hand touches my shoulder
nana, we're pregnant again
water refreshes
i smile
(b.s....nice words there...and in uniform no less!!!) | |
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Posted: 5/20/2008 5:55:05 AM | you're here....smiles, no words
gentle kisses turn more urgent
your breath on my neck, lips so soft
i can feel you, smell you, taste you
breathe you in
make me wait..the longing is as precious
as the moment we are one at last
come to me my lover | |
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Posted: 5/20/2008 10:14:36 AM | Such wonderfully written little glimpses into each write!
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“You’re doomed to a sad lonely existence. No man can compete with the power of the veils,” he wrote.
Wise words. Insight beyond measure is his who reaches that conclusion. Any man in my future will have to share me. Silk veils are a part of me I won't compromise. | |
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Posted: 5/20/2008 5:32:01 PM | The day dawns cold and wet. Puddles ripple and vibrate under the impact of the rain. Currents flow down flooding gutters, spilling down flooded drains. Tall rooster tails of muddy water rise up behind passing cars. Children in bare feet and rubber coats splash about. Dogs sulk on front porches.
[ y'all know Hemmingway did this in only six words?]
"For sale, baby shoes. Never worn." | |
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Posted: 5/22/2008 10:00:52 AM | how many points to define a line..
how many losses, a love
was math imagined to barter or build
or give us a handle on grief
how many times have i, must i
finding a place to hide in the numbers
how many Gods have me? | |
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Posted: 5/22/2008 10:35:27 AM | | the stain of you still there. though i rub and rub. can i find the button i can just push to make you go away? or the lever on the toilet i can just flush? or the neat scalpel to slice you out of my brain, my heart, my soul. | |
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Posted: 5/23/2008 10:05:25 PM | | pain. we cling to her familiar rock. have deep affection for her customary ledge. we are usually dragged kicking and screaming to the cliff of change to leap into nothing. something. falling into the unknown possible because the pain of being here is greater than the unrehearsed fear out there. | |
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Posted: 5/25/2008 7:09:48 PM | circumstance painted me into a corner today
like i care about wet paint
why do we let events leave us with no choice?
manipulated into following
living within a line no sane person would ever
sane most often means willing to suffer the situation
but not the consequences.. screw that | |
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Posted: 5/25/2008 7:27:27 PM | | “Can the man get a hearty, ‘Screw that!’”.. The cloned masses turn, lifting their voices in cheering agreement before turning back into formation, marching rank and file, their joyful obedience earning Albert Einstein’s contempt, given a large brain by mistake, since for them just the spinal cord would have sufficed. | |
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Posted: 5/26/2008 8:52:08 AM | [pain, we cling to her familiar rock]
Is it the pain or the suffering?
they are not the same
pain hurts, suffering can mold us
if we allow it
responding to suffering is intentional
responding to pain is a knee jerk
No one has to fear
or go anywhere they chose not to go
You are more in control than you realize
Just do it | |
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Posted: 5/26/2008 9:49:25 AM | there is a mouse in the house
or so it seems
by the way daisy is sniffing
in my closet
and wagging her tail
maybe she's just seeing things?
naw....
she a dog who is strong on instinct
but short on imagination
yep
there is a mouse in the house! | |
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Posted: 5/26/2008 10:57:15 AM | | He was adorable, running along kitchen counter’s splash guard. Left him pecan halves, grapes, other nibbles. Then learned he had family. Set out the live traps. 52! Relocated the whole group, strapped to the back of his motorcycle, to the nature reserve where they probably became bird or critter snacks. | |
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Posted: 5/27/2008 8:29:46 PM | Conscious of thought, conceiving thought, pondering, cogitating, contemplating, meditating, reflecting, deliberating, studying, mulling, deep in thought, carried away with thought, drowning in thought, buried in thought, weighed down by thought, encompassed by thought, incapacitated by thought, lost in thought. Thinking does anyone have some Tylenol? Generic will be just fine. | |
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Posted: 5/27/2008 9:47:03 PM | awww sunny, keep it simple, sweet daisy girl.....stress is toxic and acetominophine they say is too!!!
Constant questions do me no good. I am my own worst enemy, constantly unraveling, dissecting myelf to the bone, testing my sinew as if the fates hadn't had enough sport, questioning things out of existence, a vulture relentlessly picking everything apart in the hippocampus where all my demons mock me | |
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Posted: 5/28/2008 10:48:37 PM | | Mike's Hard Lemonade. adult /childish. plunging me lower. entwines. come here naked guilt. i hear you not. not now. is that the dog howling or me? hairshirt of penance ripping flesh off delicate bone. i don't give a sh1t. not now. bliss. lethe numb. somewhere death is waiting. welcome/come. | |
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Posted: 5/28/2008 11:51:52 PM | i wonder
what causes one to be so self-righteously rude?
....only trying to be kind
so accusatory, like they know me.
oh, freedom being threatened?
.....loads of threads promote freedom
while others snuggle into structure
not a bad thing!
i resolve
....if one wants to be rude, so be it.
(swanie...girl, you sizzle....but you're making my head hurt!
sunny, one word for you...acupunture!! yep, i swear by it!!!
xpat...thank you) | |
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Posted: 5/29/2008 12:11:09 AM | | Structures. oh worrywart, it's just a poem. with foundation. but just a poem. yes, structure. knew in my haiku heart it WAS you. yes i did. i knew. scaffold of you so spare, beautiful, a spire gleaming, rising, and your windows of kindness, open to the world and every heart. | |
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Posted: 5/29/2008 12:22:43 AM | oh...whatever!!!
if someone wants to be themselves...so be it...
(but they don't know me...and i them, for that matter)
now i feel obligated to go the true fifty...
think it's a dis-ease!
caught in web of words..
your's truly wonderful..
give me some of that hard lemonade! | |
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Posted: 5/29/2008 12:41:18 AM | Words cling there in that miasma of my mind
subliminally certain of what they leave behind
precociously poignant begging to be freed
If I let them leave will I still be me
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Posted: 5/29/2008 1:04:54 AM | | a poem is full of wind consuming distances between us. webs of air and silk full of the hunger we both know, whispered echoes of our souls. diaphanous are its wings escorting air into vibration unfolding unfolding, ripple, undertow, bearing weight of the sky, coiling each wave of our sea | |
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Posted: 5/29/2008 8:04:40 AM | [so be it...]
Summer's here and there is an abundance of sunshine to wash your face. The bumble bee knows it also and seem to go about his business oblivious to your presence, not fearful and not concerned. His focus is one to behold; his purpose one to admire.
But, hey, where is the rest of your group, surely you are not in this alone. I am sure you know them and the know you. Sure, they are free to be themselves, but even the bumble bee seeks out his own. | |
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Posted: 5/29/2008 9:15:49 AM | | fukin psychos.........."As the World Turns".....sheeesh.....I'm here for the poetry.....and kind words amongst friends.....the rest? take that shyt somewhere else.......yeah, I'm sweet.....but only so much....i can also be a cynical bytch.........just wishing I was as enlightened as the rest...(i kid) | |
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