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Brian_Thorn

Joined: 9/7/2006

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The Daily Poet (EXTRA! EXTRA! get your daily muse here!) Posted: 2/14/2009 3:38:23 PM
Tonight let's run away To the old neighborhood Speed past the traffic Looming and booming Going nowhere fast Till we feel sparks in the air Tainted no longer still By the fallow piles of yesterday Tonight let's run away To the old neighborhood Remind ourselves where we've been And where we've yet to be

Brian_Thorn

Joined: 9/7/2006

Msg: 4517 (view)

First Line, Last Line (Part Deux) Posted: 2/14/2009 3:30:56 PM
Uphill battles make the slide down a breeze Despite the bruises and banged up knees Collect what is due then pay your fees Look around and you'll see lots of these Meander the mire cast doubt on the fire Make not buy it all if but to fuel the pyre As flames lick the sky burning ever higher Play the part twist the plot to your desire When ash is ash and at last dust is dust Just sweep it away as you know you must No matter the cause no matter how just Ride the railway hard to oblivion or bust

Brian_Thorn

Joined: 9/7/2006

Msg: 4503 (view)

First Line, Last Line (Part Deux) Posted: 2/13/2009 1:53:39 PM
Why can't we just be this way forever Foot loose and fancy free Living day to day week to week Not for the timid nor the meek Living the endless drive Enjoying the open road Never caring where we are Nor where we are like to be Why can't we just be this way forever It is simple to see if you look Once you hit the Mississippi The tolls start to be collected Taking toll on our freedom Taxing the spirit slowing the dance Were there still the chance Perhaps things could be different But for now they are as they are Clock punching brown bag lunching Cogs in a machine drones to the hive Till the whistle blows and we come alive Living for the weekend savoring the moment Squeezing life into a 48 hour box

Brian_Thorn

Joined: 9/7/2006

Msg: 2488 (view)

\\\ 6 Lines or Less /// Posted: 2/12/2009 9:23:38 PM
Through open fingers fall A moment now forever lost Though gone and soon forgotten It will be forsaken by some And treasured by fewer still As the fingers form the fist (sorry folks but the bloody word parser insists I add this drivel in order to post)

Brian_Thorn

Joined: 9/7/2006

Msg: 4495 (view)

First Line, Last Line (Part Deux) Posted: 2/12/2009 6:49:58 PM
Under the hardships of those years I shudder to think of the wasted tears Time spent but a greasy spot that smears Wavering only so as to finally face our fears Despite the beckoning call of our mired peers To stand still whilst our future disappears

Brian_Thorn

Joined: 9/7/2006

Msg: 4486 (view)

First Line, Last Line (Part Deux) Posted: 2/11/2009 10:40:53 PM
I can't get enough of you So I shall sate myself instead With that which you give Freely and truly ever more Kindle in an unlit bonfire Till such a time that I shall find My heart forever consumed Ignited like ether sparked By something as simple as your smile

Brian_Thorn

Joined: 9/7/2006

Msg: 4456 (view)

First Line, Last Line (Part Deux) Posted: 2/6/2009 10:14:06 PM
Then again If not now when? She inquired from the mote unjumped To which he haphazardly replied: Best should I instead put off all for today That which can be easily be put off again tomorrow Perennial procrastination has it's virtues Despite the portentous pundit's prognostications Should tomorrow never come and I have no guarantee The hours filled with moments unfulfilled Will never be the cause for anyone to worry As worry like the rocking chair takes you nowhere And I have better places to be with the time I have left So in therein lie all the meaningful moments answered Left to spend today within forever more and again

Brian_Thorn

Joined: 9/7/2006

Msg: 5761 (view)

LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA Posted: 1/10/2009 5:55:06 PM
Now my heart is riddled with holes Unfixed so the rain comes in A nowhere man in a nowhere land She came in through the bathroom window Leaving quickly by a different door Like all the lonely people where do I belong I would be the Walrus singing kukukachoo Were I not instead the Wallaby or Paul

Brian_Thorn

Joined: 9/7/2006

Msg: 1223 (view)

The Daily Poet (EXTRA! EXTRA! get your daily muse here!) Posted: 1/10/2009 5:48:34 PM
Pure ambition is the slave driver that cracks the whip Beating away the disguise I would foolishly have others see It is a peculiar feeling to be seen as you truly are Stripped naked of your pretense and inhibitions By one who has no contempt for such simple things Yet even devoid of this familiar friendly facade Now cracking and falling away under extreme duress She will still hold me and spur me on harder yet Such is the allure of ambition in her purest form So each and every morning I shall awake anew Blindly prepared to enjoy the ride and what it brings

Brian_Thorn

Joined: 9/7/2006

Msg: 4201 (view)

First Line, Last Line (Part Deux) Posted: 1/9/2009 10:39:19 AM
In this writers' sanctuary Words swirl upon a wind of change Notes plucked from the siren's song Like cherry blossoms in the breeze Fitting fodder for the muse to use anon Fingers feverishly stroking keys Like a lover who squirms at the touch As honeyed words fill her ears A once blank parchment now fulfilled Given purpose in a study choked by smoke The rose of a cigar the only light In this writers' sanctuary As one last thought is put to bed Before returning to a lovers touch

Brian_Thorn

Joined: 9/7/2006

Msg: 5743 (view)

LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA Posted: 1/8/2009 12:35:46 AM
Of seeing and being with love Above all else alone Craven hearts cling To desire not of their own Persistent yet resistant To the warmth that joy brings In which love kindles It dwindles above all else alone (bloody word parser is having it's way with me again..many pardons)

Brian_Thorn

Joined: 9/7/2006

Msg: 4192 (view)

First Line, Last Line (Part Deux) Posted: 1/8/2009 12:30:48 AM
Where are we to look for truth in this place In hushed silence of words misplaced Shadows loom despite the light Moments stolen in dark of night Forsaken fevered fingers roam To places they shall never call home Touching all yet still feeling nothing more Than the numbness of nocturnal play a fore Sweet by disposition yet soured by discourse Ignoring the common astride the high horse Nose to the air seeking that which cannot be seen Throttled compassion with intent to demean How are we to look for truth in this place With eyes that will not see despite the face

Brian_Thorn

Joined: 9/7/2006

Msg: 4127 (view)

First Line, Last Line (Part Deux) Posted: 1/2/2009 12:46:44 PM
Plunge deeply and awake In waters still albeit unknown Stroke ever harder against the tide Amidst a deluge of delirious delusion Reticent refuse strewn cast away aside Promise ever fleeting with daylight meeting The dusk cloaked in shadow and doubt Sunrise to the East setting to the West Alive and awake deeply sleeping hearts In waters still albeit unknown Seek a path of least resistance Bringing you where it is you need to be

Brian_Thorn

Joined: 9/7/2006

Msg: 5689 (view)

LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA Posted: 12/31/2008 10:42:43 AM
It's as they say, no pain, no gain Stretch your heart strings till they break Tug at the cord of emotional exuberance Till it spasms well worn from the workout Knotted muscles herniated by twisted sighs Strained pleasurably in decadent delight Keep pace in the place your heart most desires This race isn't won by the fastest but by those most determined

Brian_Thorn

Joined: 9/7/2006

Msg: 4107 (view)

First Line, Last Line (Part Deux) Posted: 12/31/2008 10:27:01 AM
Now it's time to fly higher Spread wings long left molting Rise high above the clamor Looking down on only those You wish to give a hand to So that you may raise them up To a better place and time Dare to dream dare to live Soar amidst the clouds anew Touching grace as it once touched you Before the fall that pride demanded

Brian_Thorn

Joined: 9/7/2006

Msg: 2335 (view)

/////\\\\\ 6 Lines or Less //////\\\\\\ Posted: 12/28/2008 11:22:27 AM
Some gifts you can easily exchange for money so their value is fleeting by nature Some gifts are fleeting by nature which makes them all the more valuable Like a smile, a hug, a child's laughter, and that come hither glance Those gifts I wouldn't exchange for all the money in the world

Brian_Thorn

Joined: 9/7/2006

Msg: 4084 (view)

First Line, Last Line (Part Deux) Posted: 12/27/2008 2:13:09 PM
But in truth it surely rang Whilst so often lost in a plethora of words It resonates loudly through the discord Like snarls deftly knit into the fabrics of fate But in truth it surely rang Clear as a bell and smooth as glass Easily seen if you are of a mind to see it Mistaking it not for other than what it is But in truth it surely rang Echoing through the ages like a bull amidst china Forsaken by some if only in a moment of doubt Hope is what you make of it or make not of it

Brian_Thorn

Joined: 9/7/2006

Msg: 5635 (view)

LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA Posted: 12/22/2008 9:22:15 PM
I never find lyrical harmony Amidst the discord that is life Bang the keys if you must I've tried Seek sense in the cacophony and you'll fail Such is the nature of foolish artistic endeavors A simple melody once played yet unheard Meant only for the ears of one forever lost Amidst the discord that is life

Brian_Thorn

Joined: 9/7/2006

Msg: 4053 (view)

First Line, Last Line (Part Deux) Posted: 12/22/2008 9:12:51 PM
A heat within time respecting edges of mind Obscuring little as little so often does not Bending without breaking ties bound by another Basking in shadows cast by gentler giants of fortune In another time and another place much the same Respecting little else but the edges of mind A heat within time whistles the kettle to boiling Roiling in little more as little so often does not Nothing less than ether to cloud tomorrow with

Brian_Thorn

Joined: 9/7/2006

Msg: 4011 (view)

First Line, Last Line (Part Deux) Posted: 12/18/2008 12:35:10 PM
She was afraid she had given it to another A heart not hers to give A soul not hers to barter with A life not of her own A dream not hers to live She was afraid she had given them to another Her illusion a gift given in haste Her delusion a scatter minded state All nothing more than crimson To whet the appetite for the blade

Brian_Thorn

Joined: 9/7/2006

Msg: 5592 (view)

LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA Posted: 12/18/2008 12:24:34 PM
Its only sex and then an ex Change for common ideals Pennies for thoughts never spoken Bells ring and the drawers slide open Dispensing bills for service rendered Pretending what is is or is not matters little Some can count to eight quite freely Others require their fingers and toes

Brian_Thorn

Joined: 9/7/2006

Msg: 5586 (view)

LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA Posted: 12/18/2008 12:00:21 AM
I'm finally free Free of the illusion Though still trapped by the delusion Of what freedom truly means Fore go the cage of iron For a simple chain of time Bound betwixt the then and there By decisions never mine (text counter is not lovin' me yet again, so pardon this blurb -BT)

Brian_Thorn

Joined: 9/7/2006

Msg: 4006 (view)

First Line, Last Line (Part Deux) Posted: 12/17/2008 11:54:33 PM
We are as we have always been And will always be What came before goes before Like moths to an eternal flame Consumed by our attractions Engulfed by our passions Scorched by our disbelief Ignorant of the conflagration Dust then settles at last And with it the past We are as we have always been And will always be Evolving albeit unchanging Despite the constant rearranging Some things remain the same Some things seem the same In the hindsight of tomorrow No matter the day before

Brian_Thorn

Joined: 9/7/2006

Msg: 3933 (view)

First Line, Last Line (Part Deux) Posted: 12/10/2008 3:39:46 PM
Can't remember the game But then again all the same I wonder what's in a name The time before last is past Nurturing nature arrives at last As yet another die is cast Dispelling disturbing trouble Whilst I hate to burst your bubble Curses made shall visit you double In the end all will end the same Despite the reason despite the game No matter how you call it by name

Brian_Thorn

Joined: 9/7/2006

Msg: 2267 (view)

/////\\\\\ 6 Lines or Less //////\\\\\\ Posted: 12/3/2008 6:22:16 PM
May it stay and last all through our night Till comes the dawn and what comes after Clarity in the light hidden by the night Foreseen and forsworn albeit for a moment A glimpse within fading shadows comes truth Filling empty moments with meaning anew

Brian_Thorn

Joined: 9/7/2006

Msg: 3878 (view)

First Line, Last Line (Part Deux) Posted: 12/3/2008 6:16:28 PM
For all from the powerful to the weak You know of that which I speak Inherit the wind or inherit the earth Such is that which is yours from birth Lead us not once more into trepidation But instead deliver on to us an easle So that me may repaint our trespasses Divinely forgiving the self proclaimed meek You know of that which I speak Those content to contend with less Rather than be more than is their lot in life Striving for nothing and achieving the same Content to contend with less rather than more Until time passes and the powerful pass them by Forgiving and forgetting all in the same breath For all from the powerful to the weak You know of that which I speak

Brian_Thorn

Joined: 9/7/2006

Msg: 1214 (view)

The Daily Poet (EXTRA! EXTRA! get your daily muse here!) Posted: 12/2/2008 10:39:06 AM
Bells chime out once more in the wilderness They echo through the chasms of my memories As the sled dogs of hope move ever closer still Yet now as before too far away for my salvation Unlikely to pause or be cause for my redemption Despite the harried hurried whip of their master Icicles fall stabbing at old wounds in new snow Leaving only scarlet ripples behind in their wake One way or another in spite of the desire the cold sets in Chilling me to the bone on yet another wasted Saturday night Left alone buried in an unrelenting avalanche of emotion Frost now covers a photograph of you despite your warmth Free radio plays only songs that remind me of you Betwixt the pop and static of intermittent icy regret Changing the dial does little to change my state of mind The best damn fool can see that change truly brings nothing Only foolish hope that hopelessly harangues the naive The cold hard truth leaving nothing but a frostbitten heart

Brian_Thorn

Joined: 9/7/2006

Msg: 5481 (view)

LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA Posted: 11/19/2008 9:03:58 PM
Life with a renewed sense of purpose Devout in its decadent deliberation Albeit pious in presumptuous pretending Wickedly wanton whilst still idling wild With the capricious glee of a wayward child Home is where they shall hang their hat Douse the lights and then put out the cat Moments lost in repose belie the life renewed

Brian_Thorn

Joined: 9/7/2006

Msg: 1212 (view)

The Daily Poet (EXTRA! EXTRA! get your daily muse here!) Posted: 11/18/2008 6:05:24 PM
Blood on the streets slick and overflowing with crimson Of a love once more beaten to death like the proverbial horse It matches the futile apathy emblazoned within her wilting heart Much like the knock off hand bag and those designer shoes She now casually tosses into her empty everything box As she makes her way to the door one last time yet again "You don't own me" she yelled before her last return "Take a picture it will last longer" the bitter jilted lover spat And with that she was gone until the next time rolled around Hints and allegations being what they are mean little to nothing They are words found only between passion and condescension The only thing for sure is that there will again be blood on the streets To match the futile apathy emblazoned within her wilting heart Until the next time rolls around and she finally finds me gone for good Such joy only found in the silence of one heart beating true to its intent And my intent is to remain silent until I am surround by joy once more

Brian_Thorn

Joined: 9/7/2006

Msg: 3741 (view)

First Line, Last Line (Part Deux) Posted: 11/14/2008 10:01:48 AM
Enjoy the taste Savor the moment Relax in comfort Knowing all there is Yet nothing of consequence Feel the heat bask in its warmth Heart throbbing heaving heavy Sighing long before the tears Falling fading before your fears As they again consume you Burning away all that was All that can ever be Leaving nothing behind But Ashes and Dust Over long before it began A chance taken but never given A hope made yet never held dear Enjoy the taste Savor the moment Tomorrow may never come

Brian_Thorn

Joined: 9/7/2006

Msg: 5450 (view)

LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA Posted: 11/14/2008 9:53:21 AM
When he tells me how he ripped her lace In a whirl I turn to slap his handsome face But he likes it in fact he loves it as the smile shows He tells me more than any woman has a right know Head spinning as round and round we forever go Hither thither and hereafter evermore he knows The hold he has upon me despite the glaring fact That he ripped her lace that night instead of mine

Brian_Thorn

Joined: 9/7/2006

Msg: 772 (view)

would guys date a female cop? Posted: 11/12/2008 6:05:22 PM
I am sorry but anyone who would discredit a person as a potential dating candidate based solely on their chosen profession (peace officer, firefighter, soldier etc) is a coward to say the least, and as such not worth the time of that particular person to begin with. People are not defined by what they do for a living, they are who they are, and should be appreciated as such. These are people who put their lives on the line to ensure your way of life and you would shun them as a dating candidate for it? Sorry but that is rather sad. So far as risking their lives as a concern, you are just as likely to get hit by a bus as they are to be killed in the line of duty, so that is simply a cowards excuse. Personally I wouldn't give it a second thought, and in fact it would certainly make for some interesting conversations. Sure one has to adjust to the lifestyle they lead, but if they are important to you, then that shouldn't matter anyways should it? Have fun ;)!

Brian_Thorn

Joined: 9/7/2006

Msg: 5430 (view)

LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA Posted: 11/11/2008 10:02:37 AM
Wondering who is truly out in the cold As I sit warming chilly hands by a well stoked fire The ice may melt away into but fleeting contentment Resentment over a frosty rebuke to heated inclinations Mulled cider may warm the bones but the soul remains cold Devoid of any an all that would soothe the fever raging Yet still I ponder and wonder who is truly out in the cold Those content by the fire or those who choose to brave the storm

Brian_Thorn

Joined: 9/7/2006

Msg: 3708 (view)

First Line, Last Line (Part Deux) [for mature audiences only] Posted: 11/10/2008 10:29:46 AM
Welcome to McDonald's may I take your order She said with chagrin grin over buzzing intercom Would you like some super sized fries with that More importantly why would you like fries with that Such is the extent of her Psychology Bachelor More schooling would have led a better lot in life Though book learning prepares no one for reality Quandaries ever now so tawdry yet it is all she has Time spent doing little more than fattening men ripe for naught But imaginary interludes held in the orgy that is her mind Shift ends and with it the doldrums begin anew What to do but wash the world from her back Her only perfume that of over cooked grease Her sack of leftovers warmed in the microwave As she sits down once more to feast all the more alone Relaxing to yet another tedious night of nothingness

Brian_Thorn

Joined: 9/7/2006

Msg: 454 (view)

Does having sex when you meet for the first time ruin a chance for a real relationship? Posted: 11/9/2008 10:14:16 PM
When it feels right, when you feel that real connection does it really matter which date sex occurs after? There is no secret magical recipe for relationship success. There is no guarantee of respect and trust regardless of when it happens, so there are no hard core rules that apply. Each and every person is inherently different and each couple is thereby likewise inherently different. What works in some cases won't work in others. What works for some people won't work for others. It all depends on who is involved and why they are involved with each other. It all boils down to open honest communication. I had thought this was common knowledge or in the least common sense? Have fun ;)!

Brian_Thorn

Joined: 9/7/2006

Msg: 3703 (view)

First Line, Last Line (Part Deux) Posted: 11/9/2008 10:05:41 PM
It sorta feels right to just say goodnight With hopes for an even better good morning Bed head of dread the early tassle hassle Combed coif disheveled by turning toss A flip of the switch and all is set right Black gold pouring filling filtered carafe Toasting cinnamon aroma dancing deftly Fills sleepy heads now finally come alive A brush a gargle and then hint of perfume Hands at last full we return to our room A bed no longer fit for simply sleeping heads Spending yet another ever better good morning Arm in arm lip to lip as we sip ambrosia together

Brian_Thorn

Joined: 9/7/2006

Msg: 5425 (view)

LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA Posted: 11/9/2008 9:52:56 PM
My fervent love for all things slimy Dark and damp so full of meandering mystery Devoid of light yet a plethora of decadent delight Exploring fervently testing that seen by no man before They tell no tales as such is the case for deadly men Gravely guarding chests buried whilst deftly watching wails A treasure the like of no other that I have known With a shivering timbre what a thrill for the bone

Brian_Thorn

Joined: 9/7/2006

Msg: 5410 (view)

LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA Posted: 11/8/2008 3:19:47 PM
Let love flow through as it's meant to do Let it meander the many paths to your soul Let it breathe as though there is no tomorrow For tomorrow may never come And in the end when all seems lost When all seems to cold and calculating to care Let love show you the path to much happier times As it flows through you to all you meet ever after

Brian_Thorn

Joined: 9/7/2006

Msg: 2150 (view)

/////\\\\\ 6 Lines or Less //////\\\\\\ Posted: 11/7/2008 11:16:43 PM
Languishing in idle lascivious chatter Bitter from boisterous banal banter Play the part make the play yet again Have your say then perhaps some day Preconceived pedantic perceptions Won't be left lingering in long deaf ears

Brian_Thorn

Joined: 9/7/2006

Msg: 3671 (view)

First Line, Last Line (Part Deux) Posted: 11/7/2008 11:08:45 PM
We can talk again in the morning As night fades into the ether that is day Either way or when or how Reminiscing ever more on the here and now Still longing for the here after Or what ever comes after that Seeking yet never finding Speaking but nothing binding A hushed promise betwixt a sigh A coquettish smile parts the lips that cry For more or less than none before Seeking yet never finding Speaking but nothing binding Reminiscing ever more on the here and now

Brian_Thorn

Joined: 9/7/2006

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/////\\\\\ 6 Lines or Less //////\\\\\\ Posted: 11/5/2008 12:17:18 PM
A refrain from stolen glances A chance to take some chances To live and be loved or be left alone Such are the questions we ask ourselves With each and every first breath we take Morning comes with it's own set of quandaries

Brian_Thorn

Joined: 9/7/2006

Msg: 340 (view)

Free Verse Poetry Festival -everybody welcome Posted: 11/5/2008 10:58:48 AM
Worth a shot Silverswan..... In the Light of Day The wanton feast no doubt assured Betwixt her quivering thighs endured Amidst endless hours of vexing teasing Maw meets maw in perplexing pleasing Sticky sweet the bud perspires Sated lust with gust expires Upon the wind the candles flicker And in its shadow a heart beats quicker Writhing twisting yet ever turning Salacious moaning yet ever yearning For secrets kept just out of reach To flirt with learning but to never teach As darkened corner is filled with lights A fevered lovers touch ignites That place within the light of day That no other ever can take away

Brian_Thorn

Joined: 9/7/2006

Msg: 1208 (view)

The Daily Poet (EXTRA! EXTRA! get your daily muse here!) Posted: 11/5/2008 10:41:29 AM
Crap how the hell did I miss a whole week? Sonovabiatch! I am a minority of One Exchange my soul for your name Exchange my heart for your folly A choice is made and a hard one at that Whether I elect to go for the maximum Or settle for less has been the case before I remain a minority of One Here amongst the maddening crowd Raising my voice amidst the clamor Yet still always somewhat apart Resolved and persistent in my own agenda Working overtime to stay true To who and what I have become A contented minority of One

Brian_Thorn

Joined: 9/7/2006

Msg: 5386 (view)

LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA Posted: 11/5/2008 10:19:29 AM
It all came down to I and you Or maybe you and I No matter which no matter why It will not change a thing When morning comes we wake alone Or perhaps we wake together It all comes down to I and you It will not change a thing

Brian_Thorn

Joined: 9/7/2006

Msg: 2131 (view)

/////\\\\\ 6 Lines or Less //////\\\\\\ Posted: 11/4/2008 10:03:12 AM
A definite sense of serene purpose Or a lack therein notwithstanding Against tide and time unrelenting Memories scatter amidst distant shores As a berth for both good will and salacious intent Ever the silent harbinger for what shall be and shall not

Brian_Thorn

Joined: 9/7/2006

Msg: 3643 (view)

First Line, Last Line (Part Deux) Posted: 11/4/2008 9:27:10 AM
Energy of strength joy and sanctuary Found within the embrace of a lover Entwined entangled forever more Lost amidst a pillowed heaving breast Or in tenuous arms willingly encircled Only but for a moment forgotten Are all the cares of the day the month the year Sheltered and protected in your lover's sanctuary Till life as is its way intrudes once more Tearing asunder what was for what will be Scars reopened to remind us of who we are Leaving in its wake only stolen glances and memories Till two again at last can become one Only but for a moment forgotten Entwined entangled forever more

Brian_Thorn

Joined: 9/7/2006

Msg: 5379 (view)

LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA Posted: 11/4/2008 9:16:03 AM
When we just take and not give Exhausting all hope in hopes to live Cashing in dreams despite all the sorrow No thought of yesterday today or tomorrow When we just take without giving All the petulant reasons for living Matters not to any and all although A heart left unstated has no reason to know

Brian_Thorn

Joined: 9/7/2006

Msg: 2125 (view)

/////\\\\\ 6 Lines or Less //////\\\\\\ Posted: 11/3/2008 8:52:50 PM
Pretense in all its vapid splendor Splitting hairs not meant for render Postmarked "return" despite the sender A nightcap turned to drunken bender Come hither look that marks the end or Rhythmic embrace with opposing gender

Brian_Thorn

Joined: 9/7/2006

Msg: 5376 (view)

LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA Posted: 11/3/2008 8:45:38 PM
Very dangerous and expensive toys Meant only to idle wild in high gear Keeping in tune for more intimate games Not as a replacement for what nature intended In and out twisting all about never tiring Powered on and off till sated and depleted Certainly not for most but a boon for some Because the Bunny never complains the morning after

Brian_Thorn

Joined: 9/7/2006

Msg: 3636 (view)

First Line, Last Line (Part Deux) Posted: 11/3/2008 11:42:53 AM
Through the years I finally came to the point Where there is no going back Only always moving forward Through the years I thought I could change the world Rather than being changed by it In the end I never really changed at all Through the years What did not kill me Neither made me stronger It simply taught me much needed lessons Through the years I finally learned what love meant With all its promise and fulfillment Never again will I settle for anything less

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