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Joined: 11/30/2010
Msg: 926
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He offered me a massage because he new life was kicking my ass right now..and he had no ill intention.
I accepted because I trust him.

That's big boy and big girl stuff
for two hearts that had grown  too tough...

to be vulnerable.
Joined: 1/4/2011
Msg: 927
Child's Play
Posted: 4/10/2011 6:51:24 AM
we are all vulnerable
no matter what the world does
Im still like silly putty
in the hands of those
that remember how to play
with a little ball of plastic
flat on a comic strip
stretched to into I dont know
and mushed to bounce again
kinda like my heart
knowing it is still young...
Joined: 3/15/2011
Msg: 928
Child's Play
Posted: 4/10/2011 9:11:16 AM
when he gets done rubbing your back
send him my way
can I go be a famous dancing girl?
what is this you say?

My kick isn't high enough
my knees don't look all that tough
and they have to be
for all the begging
you do
when you
become a dancing girl...

What the **** ever
I need a whirl
of a massage
are you?
Joined: 11/30/2010
Msg: 929
Child's Play
Posted: 4/19/2011 4:01:24 AM
Thanks a bunch for stoppin' through and sharing, Ladies :) Sorry for the delayed response...

in adoration
I watched the growth of a man
that I did not like to keep my hands off of.
I did not like the way that we both confused touch with love.

We did it anyway.

Who am I to rob him,
although a victim he would not be.
I could not rob myself...
could not be a victim of "me"

Who am I?
a human being a being, human,

.a spirit bound by time
a beat with an occasional rhyme.

A thief in the night.
A stealer of hopes and dreams.
One who gives, readily,
although happiness it seems.

Do you remember?
Can I forget?
My cup, it runneth over...
My mouth: already whet.

And drinking...

The fountain of life.

(Ethics and Suppressed Desires)
Joined: 8/28/2005
Msg: 930
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Child's Play
Posted: 5/22/2011 7:41:18 PM
there's this girl that i know
dug through all the glittery gold
to find the riverbed silt it had waited in
to be discovered
to be fashioned
into something fabulous
and she thought
if those molecules
could escape that fat guy's sweaty neck
or be relieved of that gawd awful 3 karat canary diamond
and just sit in that silt
they might remember what it was like
to just shine

hope you're well ladyfriend
Joined: 11/30/2010
Msg: 931
Child's Play
Posted: 5/28/2011 8:33:41 PM

Love it...thanx for stopping through Ms. Monster...please do come again, when you get a chance...

The writing bug is so random nowadays...and life on life's terms is wonderfully exhausting at this point :)

When I can bake up something tasty, I'll drop it in the cookie jar!
Joined: 8/28/2005
Msg: 932
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Child's Play
Posted: 6/7/2011 5:19:54 PM

they gave me this little coin last night
and then i got your write
an aptly timed
bouquet of gratitude

when it flows, it flows. much love to you, my friend
Joined: 11/30/2010
Msg: 933
Child's Play
Posted: 6/9/2011 6:43:24 PM
Awww maaan that's awesome :) Congratulations!!
Joined: 11/30/2010
Msg: 934
Child's Play
Posted: 7/3/2011 7:54:17 AM
he spoke the words of my poems

the ones that he had never read

I was going to tell him that he was meant for me

but I watched him walk away instead

we have matching scars yanno,
and if you truly love someone you have to let them go.
Joined: 8/28/2005
Msg: 935
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Child's Play
Posted: 7/9/2011 2:38:48 PM
all love
truly flows

release of the self
from the self
is the truest love

love thyself
to thine own self be true

Joined: 12/28/2009
Msg: 936
Life's Painting
Posted: 12/22/2011 1:52:46 AM
Life's Painting

Salty tears fall down like rain
drown out the sorrow erase the pain
understanding eyes pierce the night
invisible soul searching without sight

paint me a picture of innocent times
long before words had rhythms
a looking glass reflecting truth
with the brush stroke of genius and smiling youth

paint me a picture of how it feels
to kiss the other side of ‘real’
to love the person inside today
capture this moment that never fades

make it abstract with colors sublime
hide all the flaws with the passing of time
an eternal substance without a doubt
heaven on canvas spread all about

“Paint me a picture to get lost in
Paint one that leaves me always wanting more
Show me how to use pastels while painting hell
Paint ME - a house in a field with an Iron door”
Joined: 11/30/2010
Msg: 937
Life's Painting
Posted: 12/31/2011 11:24:13 AM
the chords to my heart were being pulled in so many directions that I felt that I didn't have a complete heart to love with. but I did it anyway. the only sure way to cure sadness, that i have found, is to reach out and help others. there are children and homeless that need love, and no matter how small my love is it is more than they had before. i have a friend who needs a ride to the store. giving to others my time and my love is the greatest gift i ever gave myself. learning how to say "no", in order to love myself, is something that i am in the very process of learning. giving without possibility of praise, loving those who could do nothing for me, it is only by giving it away that I can fully keep what i have. "Dear Lord, make me an instrument of your peace...."
when drowning in the ocean one can fight the current but the arms soon grow tired, and no real progress is made at all. i chose to float, pray, and reach out a hand when my life-boat came passing by.....i can't know all the answers, so i stopped using ALL of my energy to ask "Why?"

"Where are your feet?"
once i simply concentrated on doing the next right thing within the very moment and upon the very ground on which i stood, i found that the moments added up to minutes, the minutes added up to hours, and the hours added up to days. it is how we spend our days that defines us. i try to spend mine, helping another, and giving myself a break for being human. when i find that the noise is too loud for me to do such, i call on a friend to love me until i can muster up the courage to love myself again. at all times, with baby steps, i dig deep. A paradox, perhaps? Certainly. You ever seen a baby climb a mountain?

Hey ya' this ....

[happy new year! ]
Joined: 8/28/2005
Msg: 938
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Posted: 1/4/2012 5:58:41 PM
pretty little bird
blessed me with her sorrowful song
a gift of loss shared
a calm within a tempest

~so wonderfully glad you are well my friend! thanks for dropping that nibble in the jar. congrats on your magic marker!
a recent facebook status of mine: the real world is far to busy a place for me to spend time in a virtual one. ...
isn't living life a way better option?
the past few months have been stupifying with my father's passing and helping to care for my mom until permanent care is in place. at the same time, i have been present for all of it. even though i'm shattered most of the time, i am glad that i am capable of being there for my family. haven't quite got the balance thing down yet. i don't do new year's resolutions. but, i really am determined to get back into my life. crisis mode sucks. you inspire me!
much peace and love be yours this year!
Joined: 11/30/2010
Msg: 939
Life's Painting
Posted: 1/11/2012 11:00:07 AM
Aaahhhhhh....balance....A friend of mine refers to balance, jokingly (?), as "that thing we swing on to get from one extreme to the other" ;) I'm still "tweaking" it, that's for sure...Wish I could help you with that full plate over there, my friend. I'm sorry you are having such a hard time, but I find peace in knowing that you are ALWAYS in "the care of." As for real world and virtual world, there just aren't enough hours in the day!!! *sigh* Much love to you..*back to wrk*

the new girl some skills
and she will teach me
how patience is supposed to feel...

Whether I like it or not


Peace out girl scout!
Joined: 11/19/2011
Msg: 940
Life's Painting
Posted: 1/11/2012 2:34:32 PM
Hey there home skillet southern belle~
good to see y'all postin'

tribulations provide patience
patience experience
and experience hope~

may you be blessed with all
Happy New Year!
Joined: 11/30/2010
Msg: 941
Life's Painting
Posted: 1/12/2012 3:57:27 AM
:) wassssuuuuuppppp!?!?!

Good to see you,too...I hope you have a wonderful New Year!! Thanks for stoppin' through!
Joined: 8/28/2005
Msg: 942
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Life's Painting
Posted: 1/21/2012 12:33:40 PM
remember how we used to love to walk along the curbstones
like balance beams
with arms out
and backs straight
all aspiring gymnasts

every now and then i fancy trying that again
but today it's all hedges
or fences
and scalloped edge blocks
i am no contortionist

so, i go along the road's edge without blinders
trying not to watch my feet
or get distracted
and veer into trafic
one among many travellers

thanks for your thoughts and love. glad to see you well within "the care of". the best thing about love is that the more it flows, the more it grows. i draw much strength from friends like you.

you know that only time things get hard is when i decided they should be different. little girl is hurting. i have to let her hurt for the right reasons or she'll just find some other, wrong reason to feel hurt. this too shall pass. i just have to let it.

keep smiling and sharing. you're inspiring!
Joined: 2/19/2006
Msg: 943
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Life's Painting
Posted: 1/21/2012 6:47:28 PM
wow, I had no idea babe...much love to you. You're still blowing me away with your writing.
Joined: 11/30/2010
Msg: 944
Life's Painting
Posted: 1/27/2012 11:47:53 PM
Brizo, I'm confused :) (forgive me, please, some days it doesn't take much).. Were you talking to myself or the cookiemonster ? Either way, it's good to see your face...

I've got a couple of lame excuses for poetry that I've been scribbling on at wrk in my spare time, but I've yet to have time to get on a real computer to put them on here (I'm usually on my phone...the wrk computer blocks most web pages)
It's no coincidence, I'm sure...both writes have yet to sit well with me...I swear I feel like my brain has been rewired, lol..

Anywhoo...I'm off to do a haiku or's 3 a.m. and I'm laid up with a heating pad on my neck (ugh)

Peace out girl scouts
Joined: 2/19/2006
Msg: 945
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Posted: 1/28/2012 8:36:02 PM
Oh, can' t read my mind?? lol

I went back to the beginning of the thread. I had no idea...makes you even more special.
Joined: 11/30/2010
Msg: 946
Life's Painting
Posted: 1/30/2012 2:49:54 PM
I'm not sure that I understand, no idea of...

I'm not sure that I know what makes me "super special" either, lol...I guess if hafta been on the outside looking in to get that. I almost didn't reclaim this thread when I came back, just bc so much about me has changed. Damn near's a trip how much one can change in a span of a couple of years....

Anywhoo....waiting in the doc's office...Sooo I may go and hit up the haiku thread..
Joined: 11/30/2010
Msg: 947
Life's Painting
Posted: 2/6/2012 8:39:29 PM
a little lunchtime reading today as I sat pondering my glycemic index....
(the latest round of neuralgia meds has mucked up my metabolism in a major sorta way...)

An Awkward Comparison
by: Rumi - as translated by Coleman Barks

This physical world has no two things alike.
Every comparison is awkwardly rough.

You can put a lion next to a man,
but the placing is hazardous to both.

Say the body is like this lamp.
It has to have a wick and oil. Sleep and food.
If it doesn't get those, it will die,
and it's always burning those up, trying to die.

But where is the sun in this comparison?
It rises, and the lamp's light
mixes with the day.

which is the reality, cannot be understood
with lamp and sun images. The blurring
of a plural into a unity is wrong.

No image can describe
what of our fathers and mothers,
our grandfathers and grandmothers, remains.

Language does not touch the one
who lives in each of us.
Joined: 11/30/2010
Msg: 948
Life's Painting
Posted: 2/9/2012 1:47:54 PM
just breath

when I want to scream from the pain
I remind myself again....and again...

"just breath"

(waiting in the doc's office trying to distract myself...and remind myself)
Joined: 8/28/2005
Msg: 949
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Posted: 2/16/2012 4:12:30 PM
the girl with the kaleidoscope mind sighs
oneness... if only...
and the rats race round and round
while she waits at the optician's
hoping to correct her visions

that back scratch
was more like a jab
and that crack of dawn
it gets pretty dark

no doctor's prescription
can make her more
or less
who she is
Joined: 11/30/2010
Msg: 950
Life's Painting
Posted: 2/17/2012 9:51:43 AM
I adore this ^^^^
Thank you for sharing that here, cookie monster :)
Again, my mind is stuck on something...I try to write, but nothing comes out to my liking...And again, I say "I feel as though my mind has been rearranged" - I do believe that some of that can be attributed to the meds for my head (trigeminal neuralgia makes a migraine seem like child's play). I finally found one that dumbs the pain down some, and doesn't make me a complete zombie, but I'm sure it is affecting my thought processes. I don't like's disheartening, even...but the pain is much more than disheartening. So, I read more than I write & listen more than I talk nowadays. Not a bad trade I suppose, but I still wish with all my heart that I didn't NEED any medicine. Needless to say the last line of your write up there was "right on time." Again, I thank you for sharing.
It's a beautiful Friday here...I hope it's the same your way :)

A little lunchtime reading..

How Should Someone Drawn To You Act?
By: Rumi - as translated by Coleman Barks

Today we pull you back.
You swore you wouldn't come,
then you broke that vow.
Now you're keeping it again.

You give us this love.
It's the ocean that makes a flounder flounder
when it's not in the ocean.

How should someone drawn to you act?
Completely submissive.

Does that frighten you?
This pearl of silence is not for sale.
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