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 Inicia
Joined: 12/21/2007
Msg: 176
beginPage 8 of 11    (1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11)
INto the REd morning
Sun we walked
my Son and I
talking gently
HE cut me free
to be me
By lunch the
Sun of the day
had intruded
beautiful and bright
indeed however disturbing
bringing, light upon the subject at
hand, In the shadows under
the trees below my roof I set
Him free cutting all tethers to me.....
 Inicia
Joined: 12/21/2007
Msg: 177
begin walking
Posted: 12/23/2011 8:47:37 AM
I cracked his toes
to make sure he
was alive, waking
with the sound
of knuckles pulling
past cartiledge
I remembered
Mother's demise
and the Lost
connection
when we let go
and I touched her
TOE
 Inicia
Joined: 12/21/2007
Msg: 178
begin walking
Posted: 12/23/2011 10:08:06 PM
toe step left than heel ball
back arch up and high
strike the toe step right
follow your path four
times round and you
have found a square
Dance....
 Inicia
Joined: 12/21/2007
Msg: 179
begin walking
Posted: 12/23/2011 10:12:06 PM
follow the straight and narrow
INto an abyss or celestial skies
or on the horizon walk on Man
For man was made for waking
and Walking the eyes on earth
Wide and ever seeing what we
Have Wrought.....
 Inicia
Joined: 12/21/2007
Msg: 180
begin walking MISS I ON
Posted: 12/24/2011 7:43:52 PM
Negatives and positives don't come together
Negatives show us the inside and positives show us the outside.
I understand me and I understand YOU want me to do what you desire
Yet often desires are kicked curbside by Curs, miss, interpreting understanding
for subservience.
They bark carelessly and loud when understanding barks back they shy
away and shut down... by far a bark much worse than bite
but the threats and attacks, on who I am leave me cold,.. to under stand
the rage they feel....I am here and I do not fear your bark, or your
teeth bared in a growling manner: But, I stop because I understand
our inability to stand under anything other than own
opinions.....
IF a different opinion' is vociferously and passionately
expressed insecurities rise in those of us
who are here and hear
the snaggling bite....of teeth that bit into an apple that promised
them death and separation fromdivinity and now rot in the past and
future...hoping to glimpse a piece of "paradise by the dashboard
lights" and find day old meatloaf rotting in the fridge instead.....
Promise and hope have escaped many
The hearts that do bleed for eternity in heaven.
 Inicia
Joined: 12/21/2007
Msg: 181
The world
Posted: 12/26/2011 11:59:42 PM
ATLAS SHRUGGED
The weight of the world

I do exploit it
These worldly burdens
know my mind is there

Act like you steal it
but break it apart you may
for the price you pay

I hold to my free~
objectivity ~Will ~do?
am better than who????

Shrug a broad shoulder
and drop a boulder because
Isn't reel to reel

Nice, for the script read
we think twice and give advice
no roll of the dice

That's what I call
victim of circumstance
or Chance...

Dear Atlas,
Your Mama is calling....
 Inicia
Joined: 12/21/2007
Msg: 182
The world
Posted: 12/27/2011 11:40:44 AM
Bipolar Earth( N/S)

In our days of old grasp the foothold
Surety is found questions unbound
Feet trapped in the muck
And sewage of rotting youth
Its stink hides all but the truth
And with any luck
You won’t give a ****….


I have a mental illness
So what????
I am a hazelnut...

a fruit loop tells the scoop
several trips and slips of the lip
Round the bend for sure lend
utmost respect for my position...
so excuse the verbiage
For you expect my contrition
and see this as camouflage

But I really say so what~Do you want?
So what! to bare rest my insanity?

Is it that you needed!

To see who healed and recovered -
Or who had failed to recover-
Or who was still bleeding or bleating?
Like lost goats in a field of sheep
Sheared and guided with a steel rod???
Drinking from the font of lithe springs..
Or who had sharpened their ram's horns
On the restrictive fences of conformity...
Regurgitating tin cans and garbage fed

Through a system of punishment and reward...
Sheep find fields and grass~and goats
find barriers and rubbish.....
Do not ask for some fine story of glory-
How deep seeded
to understand the desire to be spoon fed
personal stories like a lover,

Filling the holes in our souls with each reading.
As I write, I remember the past and leap
Beyond the memories, holding to my God.

I know it doesn't matter what each line brings
For all I have known is how the world scorns
As I hold my God~I find love and little self pity.
 Inicia
Joined: 12/21/2007
Msg: 183
The world
Posted: 1/13/2012 11:39:41 PM
the dirt under my nails
darkens the new growth,
like a sliver of the moon
eclipsed by the death
of the earth, overturned
soil falls as loamy clumps:
A night crawler writhes
moist and glistening, exposing
its separation, pulled~
Disturbed and restless
From it nestling into the bright
daylight, comes the rain
fall leaves a swollen,
Distended carcass
Curved in eternal rot,
On puddled pavement:
Children splash, dancing
With rubber boots and
Rain coats, slapping
The water, spatters
As silvery pendulums~
Minute affects chilled
Over ice, the bourbon,
Brown and clear, clinks
In a thick bottomed tumbler~
We swirl, through visions
Found digging
graves
Of Civilizations
Forever Gone...
 Inicia
Joined: 12/21/2007
Msg: 184
The world
Posted: 1/30/2012 5:01:18 PM
Tools sit trapped tightly inert.
Plaster cracks beneath ages
That deeply reveal a child lost
in a corner, curving to find
Chips and breakage in the paint
Of the wall, where
A youngster's eyes land
in forced silence, the barrier
stands and love seeps, splitting
A chasm of two paths
That creep into feathers...
Each trail disintegrates,
As the ceiling embraces
The corner; its facade drops
To either side supported
By divergent walls, lopsided...
The foundation sank,
Underneath the weight
Of unused tools, lacking
animation from life.
 Inicia
Joined: 12/21/2007
Msg: 185
The world
Posted: 2/3/2012 12:40:29 AM
Two tickets to paradise
By the dashboard light
Eons in the rear view
Mirror,
Eternity in the head
Lights.
Roadkill carrion
On the center line
Cruise by on the
Curbside.
I found my ride
with a hitch of thumb
the digit that links
Man to human
Carrying in blood
The birth of all
that is reasonable
A cracked windshield
Below eyesight
Mars the view to see
Through the looking glass
anything pristine.
In dark fields striped
With beams of you and me
We see light from them
Separate the landscape;
As we travel into
A future obscure
On paths
Worn smooth with the
wheels of everyone ,
Who used a vehicle to
transgress this time spent,
In range of radio signals
Playing a familiar song.

( credit given where appropriate to Eddie Money, Meatloaf and ani difranco)
 Inicia
Joined: 12/21/2007
Msg: 186
The world
Posted: 2/3/2012 11:24:52 PM
Desire dry lips
Pursed in anger
Disillusionment claws
from under skin slack
with wanting
Honey words fall
In the Bee's sting
of Promises broken
Ice cold flesh, cries
Blood courses and pounds from
Within never heating
The surface, aching in longing
For the warmth of your
touch, spidery frost touches
My mind, my heart and soul
Cigar smoke pulled in to choke
Off emotions that drive me
Carmel hued coffee push me
Through the daze of time
Left in waiting for you
To notice my hands busy
with work, idly avoiding
My carnal knowledge
Of the devils playground
That you erected when you
searched me in Passion,
Frisking all my hidden
Pockets to disarm me
Incarcerating me
In your choreographed
Dance of rules and regulations
A Game piece played to overpower
The soul that found in your eyes
A partner in eternity,
You test and taunt me,
Resurrecting every scar, buried
In your heart, to convince me
You walk alone on your island;
Relentlessly Sending SOS signals
Sulfuric flames, burning hot in
Eroticism a facade, fizzling ,
Falling dully on the waters
Strewn with the collection of
Pictures penetrated by the
Wagging tail of friendship used
To validate your self worth
A ship sits on the island
Manned with understanding
and acceptance the helm
Held in Love's ghostly hands;
The knuckles bursting through joints
In a death grip weathering
Your Assault , mast raised
In the ready for the storm
Of stories of past, waiting
For you to see the wind
Of Today, let the rudder
Down and sail free from
The tether you tied,
In greedy isolation to
The anchor of a one man island,
Killing love over and over
For the brief winds that
Rustle and die
In the sails, acquaintances
That drown in the waters
Off your shore.
 Inicia
Joined: 12/21/2007
Msg: 187
The world
Posted: 2/14/2012 5:30:02 PM
The first break
ushers in life
bathing always
a seed that cracks
moist fertility
burgeons through,
opening
the primal feminine
earthen orifice;
a masculine stem
erect~ supports life,
as the cycle
Of ejaculatory wet
death...
Unto dry soiled rebirth
Of the soaking
Rain- fluted yellow daffodils
droop near freshly turned
brown dirt behind the gate..
 Inicia
Joined: 12/21/2007
Msg: 188
Water Rituals
Posted: 2/18/2012 10:33:24 PM
Return to the newness
The place of solitude
Where all thought is free
Become one with self
Hands feel flesh,
the hair and imperfections
silky
Temperate, cease
Separation of senses
All External Stimuli
Dulled
Internal Perception
Connected...
Honed to total
Self Care
All else
Washes down
the Drain....
 Inicia
Joined: 12/21/2007
Msg: 189
Water Rituals
Posted: 3/1/2012 2:27:56 AM
Up early or is late?
Eyes rest at will,
Waking to wait
Clatter of dishes
A welcome thrill
Gramps always said
"It only sanitizes"
But I insist on leaving
Little surprises
Left over wishes
From conversations had
Over meals planned
Early in my head
Instead scoop, retrieving
The bits of garbage
From food only bland
Remnants of a promise
Fate sealed in our kiss...
 Inicia
Joined: 12/21/2007
Msg: 190
The Green Luck of Four Choice Leaves
Posted: 3/17/2012 10:10:11 PM
In honor of our Pal St. Patrick
We might say that He was called
To squash the human will of choice:
Pelagian heresy so enjoy your drink
And done your green garb mauled
Not by the pinch of those who think
St. Patty a lucky charm whose voice
Rings of freedom and glory's fun trick
For His death was in honor of Mercy's
Kindness releasing our bondage keys.
Our choice abandoned at the gate where
Free will became the legacy of heresy
St. Patty is a leprechaun with green hair
At the end of rainbow a pot of gold you see.
Happy Saint Patrick's Day....
 Inicia
Joined: 12/21/2007
Msg: 191
To Draw a Line
Posted: 3/31/2012 9:27:16 PM
Obsession
Love begins and Ends
Somewhere in this place
Without interest to know
Everything....
You find nothing worth
Holding to O tightly
I grip the one I love
Spasms wave through me
Shocking in revelation
Exposing the core of being
Together dis clothes sure
Until Fully aware
that every hair counted and
known does not belong
to the one I love...
In essence surely God
obsesses over us as he
numbers and counts every
hair on our heads knowing
full well as each one falls
scattered in evidence
For those in unknowing,
Souls finding real love
Sourly tainted on lips
washed of residue....
 Inicia
Joined: 12/21/2007
Msg: 192
To Draw a true Line
Posted: 4/17/2012 10:02:26 PM
lies fly
as pink cotton candy
swirl and whirl
wrap around a stick
you find no satisfaction
truth betold
it all unfolds
sweet spun sugar
melts in your mouth
spew sticky goo
don't know
what you want
greed for bountiful
bevies, legs and cheeks
Pressed to meat
not now for you
are here, so no
rise for I am
also here,
relegated to serve
not be counted.
you find nothing in me
to press into and I am
lost in the misty stickiness
searching for a reality
that doesn't leave
traces of bubblegum
on my fingertips
marking my heart
each time I reach out
to touch evidence
of your love...
 Inicia
Joined: 12/21/2007
Msg: 193
To Draw a true Line
Posted: 4/18/2012 8:20:05 AM
WONDER WOMBAN

You know that costume
You like?
That body plied in shimmering
Spandex-
Doesn't fit me comfortably..
In fact you like it better
On other women,
and My lasso of truth
Isn't a movie prop?
I wonder all the time
And I am truly in character
When I fly in my invisible
Plain-no accoutrements
to present a fantasy fetish-
It is exactly as it is...
Nothing can keep me from
soaring Into the abyss
of Discovery- I revel
In uncovering all that is
hidden: I search for
A truly wonder full man
that wears no costume
There is no costume I like
For I don't play dress up
I don't hide behind fake kisses
And ego strokes , tossed into
the air like loose change hoping
to hit the shot glass of love's
liquor- causing you to become
drunk and stumbling over desire
to be high on love-
A game you play with everyone
For I am wonder womban
While you search for wonder woman
An unfinished product of your
Imagination.. A vessel that is
Incapable of producing Any
real life.
The wonder woman you desire
Finds love in lies and costumes
Succumbs to the drivel of a script
to present herself as an object of desire
Caught in Hollywood never to be
realized... So you keep looking
And I keep wondering about:
The birth of love, the giving of life
that began in my womb, when I understood
I was not a vessel or vehicle empty
Cracked from within my light and life
flows freely- A womb capable of supporting,
and bearing life and in its toxicity
When vile seed is planted that contains
noxious elements, it repels rejects and refines...
A womb of such wonder and fullness it refuses
Falsities- and the golden ring placed around your
spear of self justification leaves it flaccid and capable
of responding only in truth...
The truth is I am not your wonder woman...
But oh how I wonder why you bother
Pretending....
As I slip my golden cuffs
off my wrists and place them
On the bedside table
to embrace you...
 Inicia
Joined: 12/21/2007
Msg: 194
To Draw a true Line
Posted: 4/29/2012 9:29:29 AM
Posted in Ethics of suppressed Desire... April 29th 2012
Freedom
Choices
I make them
I live in them
Cognitive dissonance
When the pain comes
I stay in the comfort
Wait for the lightning
Strike of reality that
My suffering is the state
I choose,
To let go in atonement
Free from the curse of Sacrifice
Stretched out on the Cross
Of a Doctrine of unworthiness
And find within myself
Honesty to accept the blessing
Of my freedom to choose
My happiness on the crossroads
Tears of grief strike
As the tethers of bondage
Die:
I am left flailing, gasping
For the breath of my love
My light and my chains
To him, my freedom
empty and shattered
For no longer am I at
Peace, controlled
By others' desires and wants,
In my belief that sacrifice
Is a testament of my capabilities To LOVE.
Ah sweet Freedom's scorpion sting,
The gaping maw of a Cobra
Swallows whole the victim strangling
On the consequences of Freedom..
 Inicia
Joined: 12/21/2007
Msg: 195
To Draw a true Line
Posted: 4/30/2012 1:17:52 PM
Opinions on a topic
create a parabola
The focus lost in
The curve from
the Points...
 Inicia
Joined: 12/21/2007
Msg: 196
To Draw a true Line
Posted: 4/30/2012 2:39:08 PM
I try to sit silently
Immobile, reacting not
Intrigued I am drawn to Respond,
react really, Simmering and bubbling
Live lava, hidden In a mountain of silence
Throw me just one untainted, unsoiled word to satiate
My jaded center, But in lieu I erupt
From my hiding, Oozing and seeping
molten rock onto Pastures
in time, It cools, producing
Glossy, jagged jade, Colored remnants
Treasured by a hand that uncovers the aged,
Glistening memory of my reaction
The detailed results shine in the sunlight
Evidence to the observant eye;
Watchful and discerning,
The beauty of volatility Cold, hardened and scattered
Pieces collected in Peace...
 Inicia
Joined: 12/21/2007
Msg: 197
Full Circle
Posted: 5/30/2012 7:30:15 AM
You hid from me, what might have been, Shared,
of this I found curiosity, did bring
Death of the **** cat...However, I
in all your nakedness, could see You know
loss of love, shaming you; For you knew your

Flesh Nature, actions with words as fig leafs
Create
A salad of confusion
I picked at the leafs,
Nibbling on bait for a playboy bunny,
Hungry for meat and fruit of spirit. You
Set your hook deep in the mouth
Of A big c*ck sucker adept at the art
Of swallowing the bait of deception
Hook and all, ruminating through the lies
To find some truth in the jerk of your pole:
Do true fisherman use it all? from
dynamite to a pitchfork just to land that
One huge fish that cannot be satisfied
With a fig leaf salad: To Feed a Fish
Of this Nature One must strive not contrive
For it feeds on dark dirt dregs and the fat crawlers
Of the night that always find the way
To The Deep, for it lives there
never surfacing for Air.....
 Inicia
Joined: 12/21/2007
Msg: 198
Full Circle round and round we go
Posted: 6/4/2012 10:50:47 PM
Ultimatums
give them oh so freely
Let one outcome become
Your reality.. as the other

Is left at a funeral parlor for regrets
Soon the choice given decomposes

As flesh rotting on the bone of contention
Somehow the ultimatum lost its effect

Understood words of malcontent
Guide the corpse of love's spirit :
Lost forever is the flesh of passion
Yet we grieve and move on...

Dare not cross the road to find a companion
Only stagnate and replace, as if objects of possession
Easy does it, Love is real and free, entrapment cages
Sometimes...you get what you pay for. a whore....
 Inicia
Joined: 12/21/2007
Msg: 199
Full Circle round and round we go
Posted: 6/4/2012 11:29:09 PM
I have waited
Paused, thought
and contemplated
What I have been taught

Torn between what I see and What is
Heard, your words say much
Read between lines etched in stone
Oh the rock and hard place feel secure
Under the pressure of your thumb
Grind out visions in my eyes, we lie
Heads rest on feather pillows, whispering

Yet screaming to be heard, mumbling
Out disparaging words, actions of love
Under represented- live in such high
Regards of self...

Satisfied - I am satiated
Here we come to naught
In deed needs always tainted
Thought I could be caught...

If it please you to be free than
Need be walk away, You

See I am always free. The prize
Eased through sticky cracker jacks
A little surprise, a treat, an extra
Reward for buying the box of sweets
Can't be anything bought, for I
Have no desire to put a price '

On my head
For

To see me as anything more
Reeks of desperation
Unwilling to be placed in situations
Terminal to my freedom, I do choose
Happiness always found by my own hand...
 Inicia
Joined: 12/21/2007
Msg: 200
round and round we go deja vu
Posted: 6/5/2012 2:29:30 AM
I do have a dream
You, clear and empty
Hobbling from one hole
To the next hoping
You find unconditional love

Love as it were something
YOU taught it to a dog
A dog instinctively poses adoration
Drooling and slobbering , over a bone
It adores, it pants and begs to be'
fed, stroked, and entertained.
entreat its edification...
A dog is what you seek..,
You claim manhood
A boy who lost his puppy,
Pictures of the owner
About town
Demand the dumb dog come home
Everyone knows the owner,
He is a wild wooly character
But they never saw the dog...
insignificant and obedient,
they were all the same, easy come easy go
Throw em a bone and they come running
more dogs than you could ever identify
anyone else tags the dog as stray
For you refused responsibility
Even when your dogs bit you....

The dog wanders wondering how to find
Home, waiting for your sweet voice to call
Its name, but you never gave it a name
To offer respite from its lonely travels
and scavenging through garbage.
This matters not to such a big man
-you only cared to strut around town
showing you a new dog on a leash
how easy it was to come by
appealing and complementary
To your stature, reaffirming your power
ego centric whims
Of a boy....refuse adulthood
disregard the dog's welfare.
You wish to impose your will upon
A loyal ****, and any one will do
Swing by the pound and pick up a stray
Chain it and train it to meet your needs
And if you tire of it, abandon it..
That is your unconditional love....
Switch puppies cause you don't want
A partnership with anything that walks without a leash
For pities sake you think if you love a human
they are replaceable. WTF....
I have a dream that one day you will understand Love
To free yourself from offering interchangeable dreams
to the hell's flesh eating carnivorous **** minions until then
Go get you a dog, you can't handle a woman...
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