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Posted: 5/20/2008 9:24:53 PM | Sweet Melancholy
No pain no gain
But what is gained from the results of nothing?
Feel the burn
Feel me yearn
For the unknown.
The sweet nothingness
Of absolute oblivion,
The bliss of ignorance,
Melancholy of something missed
And of what if's.
History
The trial of those whom have been here before
To see destiny beam through the poets line
Studied and revered
As unmutable law
Love, drama
Intense inequities
To begin again
To love again
A spirit far gone
To see that which is broken
Find a way to continue
Ask and you shall receive
The truth is free for the taking
And told in your heart's content
To begin after ending
I'm a great believer in mental stimulation- hoping to stimulate some minds out there
THX | |
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Posted: 5/20/2008 9:34:10 PM | | Two great poems for sure | |
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Posted: 5/20/2008 9:37:14 PM | She walks in silence head held low
Why?
Her eyes once bright,her smile such glow
Why?
was it the dance?
was it the shelter?
was it the Goodbye?
Once she held her head so proud
Someday she will be a more vibrant
Most days she that silent spell
Enchanted Magical distance
IF she only knew
Spellbound in silence | |
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| Friends Forget
Posted: 5/21/2008 12:25:39 AM | Wow silly ol me everyones forgetting,
I miss my ol friends but it's kind of resetting,
Unfortunate how i'm always here and no one knows,
From da homiez i've known for years to Toadstool bowls,
I'm here to holla to talk at anytime,
If you remember me, yo give me a sign,
I guess it's hard when life is so overwhelming,
I swear i never forgot you, it's life i'm blaming,
But if you get a minute holla atch'ur boi,
I miss the hell out of you, so come on make some noise.
Nick | |
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| Missing....
Posted: 5/21/2008 12:29:21 AM | Seems that old friends aren't really friends,
Will friends always stay in contact it depends,
Am i always here for them, well hell yea till the end,
I wish i could understand what is lost over time,
Is it the company missed or was it to spend a dime,
It kills me to know I love all my peeps
But no one hollas back, i had friends in heeps,
It's all good, I guess it takes a cry to see joy,
Hope we speak again before i deploy,
If we don't i know where we stand,
Me on the beach looking at memories,
Throwin them sand,
Sad but true, holla at me if you really are
That friend that i once knew.
Nick Diaz | |
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Posted: 5/21/2008 4:32:01 PM | Cerebral Ecstasy
A wish, a token of expression
The wisdom of naught has taught
The lesson of ages
The want of what is not had
The spirit of wanting
The ecstasy of waiting | |
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Posted: 5/23/2008 2:28:06 AM | Who
I am your thoughts
Leave it all behind
Blue sky white dreams
Floating on pools of darkness
What does it all mean?
I am your feelings
Tangible ghosts among the night
Touch a body that's not there
But wish it could be
And cannot be allowed to care.
I am your pleasures
Things you don't understand
Passions fire burns bright
Heat and soaring heart
Going to the utmost heights
I am your pain
Things you know are taboo
Resistance seems futile and then
It seems the test is past
And apart are sent.
I am your prayers
Born of breath and yearning lust
The result of a wish on a star
From the wildest of dreams
Deja vu we all are. | |
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Posted: 5/24/2008 10:26:27 AM | The once shall be again
Do not worry for I shall
Be that which will be
All the battered souls
Wish to be | |
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Posted: 5/24/2008 11:05:57 AM | Purge
The rush of emotion
That bares my soul
Is me, a past forgotten
Yet still felt-
The ghost of my life
Brought on by fear
Hope for everlast
Yet nothing.
Nothing and yet I feel
As something happened
Or to happen...
Still
Juxtaposition of realities
That clash
The pain of youth
The despair of age
The knowledge of now
I remember-
I felt. | |
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Posted: 5/24/2008 11:15:29 AM | I'm at the edge of an abyss
And don't know if I'm going in or out
I've touched upon the mists of dreams
And am not sure.
I dance on the edge of nothingness
The eternal blank of what I don't know
I long for excitement that is not there
But is- I blinked and missed it
With my eyes open I am blind.
We are built for pain
Bliss being a word not understood
Happiness scorned and taken
From bleeding hearts that say why
Question pain not realizing 'that's life'
Not a smile or laugh
I think I understand
Then it explodes and morphs,
A phoenix that is not beauty.
I ask the abyss- who am I?
It does not hear, does not answer
The echo reverbs forever. | |
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Posted: 5/25/2008 2:47:51 AM | Prelude-
A kiss crashes through
The mind of a thousand
Beyonds- no one reality here.
There, who knows- there is more than
We'll ever know.
The mists of more than
A thousand lands
Collide with the unknown
Of strife destroy and wrong
Clear of this bondage to be alive
And clear the perceptions of mankind
Stay awhile and see the dance of
The springs dawn that herald the
Life as we know it
The dawning of the age begins | |
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Posted: 5/27/2008 9:11:12 AM | My Torment
The gleam in your eyes, a trial
Surpassed with a simple smile
As warm as your kiss,
Your touch
A single spark lit to such
The flame to the fire
All consuming desire
Awaiting the right moment
For your kiss, your touch
My torment
The cries of a thousand souls
Vanquised a way no one knows
That is
Except you and I
And a love learning to fly | |
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Posted: 5/27/2008 9:23:06 AM | The Long Kiss Good Night
While dreams slept
lonely hearts beat
Two lost souls wept
over times fleet
these memories kept ...
the long kiss good night. | |
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Posted: 5/29/2008 4:54:15 PM | ^^^^Welcome to my world
-Prelude
The mists of a thousand lands
I feel in me tonight
Prepare for a new beginning
Of light that dances away
On sentience building dreams
It is the aftermath of beauty,
What was once had will be lost
Don't trust that which you know
Will be your undoing
Be the martyr if need be
Be the one who does not lie
Be the one that deserves to be
Deserved.
What will we do when we can't?
Will the beginning be the end?
The beginning is a new way
To live- a place for all, a place for many
What becomes of the rest...
A beacon is thrown- to the dark
Light- be the one who sees. | |
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Posted: 5/29/2008 5:39:05 PM | 
Love your Prelude poem
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Posted: 5/30/2008 1:13:09 PM | In a fallen forest
life is not still
the wind is blowing
broken perhaps
but still flowing
rattling leaves
of golden crown
orange and red
fluttering down
In a fallen forest
trees become bare
bent and bowing
choking perhaps
but bear showing
before winter
white, gray, and brown
nature stripping
her mother's gown
In a fallen forest ...
still leaves bare winter | |
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Posted: 5/30/2008 4:13:55 PM | One evening in October, when I was far from sober,
and carrying home a load with manly pride.
My feet began to studder so I lay down in the gutter, and a pig came up and lay down by my side.
Now this is fair weather when good friends get together till a lady passing by was heard to say.
You can tell a man who boozes by the playmates that he chooses.
And the pig got up and quickly ran away.  | |
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Posted: 6/1/2008 2:21:04 AM | Thanks phoenixfox-
My friend gave this one it's title
Confucius Said What?
A kaleidescope vision of what?
A thousand changing patterns
Colours;
Wave after wave
Brain wave
Thoughts everlasting-
Forever after.
Fairy tales,
Happily ever after
Of dreams and wishes
On stars long gone.
Swirling stars in spiral effect
Bright light, bright light
Golden thoughts;
Warmth and...something
Pull, nay float...
Unsure of what could be
The black...light
Future feared,
Can I try again?
The stars-
Are they gone yet? | |
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Posted: 6/3/2008 9:42:43 AM | Truth
Love for life beyond all pain
Is not to happen
No will
No freedom gained
From nothing
What once was
Was never there, never to be | |
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Posted: 6/3/2008 9:46:36 AM | A spark from a thousand years past
Is me and I forgot
Who I am
Amongst other parts of me
Swirling motes of sentience
In a mass of senility
Where are the people
To put me back
Together again?
Oh It's me | |
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Posted: 6/3/2008 10:10:14 AM | | ^^^ indeed! beautiful poems. truly beautiful. | |
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Posted: 6/4/2008 12:55:39 AM | | Thank you....I do feel humble in the midst of so much talent, but now I feel inspired to be more than I think I am.... | |
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Posted: 6/5/2008 9:18:03 AM | Absorb all pain
Feel it within
Pray for it's absolution
For life passes
In stroboscoptical effect
Definitions of oneself
Altered and confined
Beyond the limits of
Perceived insanities
Perceived ineptitudes | |
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Posted: 6/8/2008 7:13:10 AM | From the Heart
She was so hot,
Man.....what a dish,
No one would ever believe,
I met her on Plenty of Fish.
I was clappin my hands,
And clenching my fists,
When much to my surprise,
She put me on her favorite's list.
We were gonna meet,
Damn...I was runnin late,
I was late for our meeting,
She insisted it was a date.
She said she had a few extra pounds,
I never thought she was a liar or faker,
But man....she was so big and round,
I was faced with a deal-breaker.
And now I am wiser,
Of my decision I am fond,
I pulled anchor.....packed my Budwieser,
And started fishin in another pond !
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Posted: 6/8/2008 7:20:59 AM | The Mill Girl
She was the prettiest thing I'd ever seen,
A totally natural beauty queen.
She was a blonde.....of course,
I have no remorse,
She was looking so fine,
I just had to make that babydoll mine.
She said she loved me as she sipped on her beer,
Something seemed very unusual here,
But then she kissed me,
And my thoughts dissappeared.
We made love until dawn,
On her parents front lawn.
I really loved that girl,
I wouldn't trade her for the world.
Then a look came over her face,
One I will never mistake.
I felt kind of sick,
Was this some kind of trick?
She looked at me and smiled with her special look of love,
I said prayers and thanks to the heavens up above,
Then she clasped my hand and drank her Guiness Stout,
She laughed and ran away and said "I'm the **** your mama warned you about!
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