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 WeAre1
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all I heard was a silent and invisible sigh
as if the air had been released from the sky
as if the oceans and rivers had all run dry
but our heavenly world did not just die
instead it began to grow and multiply
with a level of consciousness ever so high
 himynameisSarah
Joined: 5/27/2009
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Posted: 4/18/2010 7:54:17 PM
with a level of consciousness ever so high
can you take me there?
please hold my hand
I might be scared
to drip past places
I've never seen
can I live in the real and still be me?

OH shit, just realized I wasn't posting on a regular thread...
 60to70
Joined: 7/28/2008
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Posted: 4/18/2010 8:44:39 PM
But all I heard was a silent and invisible sigh
(miscalculation)
You heard a child being born
you heard mud smearing this face
you even heard a silent sleeping..
then you heard despair
then you hear a kick! Loud.
each one dying, is just one less than you.
 60to70
Joined: 7/28/2008
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Posted: 4/18/2010 8:49:08 PM
...sorry. wa1..you and then somebody else posted...oh well.
with a level of conscousness ever so high
I think I was four.
I am outside, I am a target of sunshine.
I am body, nothing more. I feel good.
During my dirty thirties, something escaped this scene.
Mind is less than matter.
 WeAre1
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Posted: 4/19/2010 4:40:07 AM
no apology needed, 60! it happens often with overlapping, just not so much lately...
attempting to patch them together...not sure it will make sense....


'can I live in the real and still be me?
each one dying, is just one less than you...
mind is less than matter'....

so what is it we're after?

living in the real is beyond the chatter,
when the ego dies is what we're after
releasing us to the stillness...

where mind does not so much matter
body stops trying to run faster
heart keeps loving forever after
 FineAndCuriouslyTrue
Joined: 10/15/2009
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Posted: 4/19/2010 5:27:53 AM
Heart keeps loving forever after
Always joyous & revelling in laughter
Echoing down the corridors of the mind
Special fragmental moments captured in time
 Thorb
Joined: 7/15/2005
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Posted: 4/19/2010 8:30:24 AM
Special fragmental moments captured in time
edited in photoshop then posted on line
a caption to go with some twisted thought
may make some laugh and others get hot
all in the wink of a digital eye
to your previous life say goodbye
 FineAndCuriouslyTrue
Joined: 10/15/2009
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Posted: 4/20/2010 3:21:14 AM
To your previous life say goodbye
Sing it to sleep like a long-lost lullaby
As it slips away like a whispered sigh
A faded footprint lost in the sands of time gone by
 HAMAZING
Joined: 10/21/2007
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Posted: 4/20/2010 7:50:45 AM
A faded footprint lost in the sands of time gone by
A spark of imagination gets me high
No laminate, wonton soup
winging a broken scene
Fly'n the blue skies, where the clouds taste of marshmellow white
Glide'n Island to massive lands, Oh, the demands....

Rolling waves, tiding their flows
Sand corrupts the footsteps hole
An imprint left of carrying force
A pick me up, loading this course....

Lovers, Friends, Companions of Sort
We take our turns
The Habitat we've become accustomed to stale our air
Pushing beneath, a gust comes
Soaring past a retrival of reprieve....

Can't you see?
FORUMS validiaty is a wealth of its own
a hunger that most crave
for a direction
a determination
appreciation



The Views ARE Down


(side note: Give Us the FORUM link BACK.....Thanking You in advance....... No, No, I'm not starting a flame war or being a rebel, just expressing I kind of miss some of the havoc with newcomers?!!!!)
 xlr8ingmargo
Joined: 7/28/2009
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Posted: 4/20/2010 8:19:29 AM
(we have one, its under the registration tab~ then it comes up. Heck of a place.)

appreciation
in a days rest
from playing too hard
with my buddies
even though I dont drink
therefore make beer runs
and win at poker
only to buy dinner
cause I feel bad for
taking their money
when they do so much
if I can keep them
sober long enough
 Thorb
Joined: 7/15/2005
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Posted: 4/20/2010 9:18:58 AM
sober long enough
now that life ain't tough
we can let it slide
have fun and abide
boncing off all the guff

with that summer sun and a party hat
the fires are burning in the park
people sit round making discordant sounds
when not trying to peel off birch bark

maybe someone will remember the words
to that ole tune that's stuck in our heads
strum a uke while I blow this harp
stop hiding amd pretending your dead
 60to70
Joined: 7/28/2008
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Posted: 4/20/2010 11:02:06 PM
stop hiding and pretending your are dead
Why?
Pretend that you are alive.
It really takes the cake.
Walking the walk
talking the endless talk...
holding up a sinking sky.
Excuse me...who really is alive?
 ...rosie...
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Posted: 4/20/2010 11:12:34 PM
excuse me...who really is alive
mindfully in the moment
floating on waves of foreverness
or
yearning to be free
 FineAndCuriouslyTrue
Joined: 10/15/2009
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Posted: 4/21/2010 5:37:03 AM
Yearning to be free
For all of eternity
Who we may be
Laughing with glee
Instead of unhappy
 hthrfthrhd
Joined: 1/1/2010
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Posted: 4/21/2010 5:40:44 PM
Laughing with glee, instead of unhappy,
like a greeting card, that is so sappy.
If life is lived but to seek out great joy,
would our other emotions, us, destroy?

If pain is relative how would we know,
great joy if it, too, submits itself so?
My pain is like winter buried in snow,
my joy is like spring, God, let yourself show!
 WeAre1
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Posted: 4/22/2010 3:36:14 AM
my joy is like spring, god, let yourself show
in every face i can see your glow
your beauty surrounds me in all that we grow
from feeelings of passion to souls that know
each blade of grass creates the meadow
 FineAndCuriouslyTrue
Joined: 10/15/2009
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Posted: 4/22/2010 5:40:09 AM
Each blade of grass creates the meadow
The carpet we walk on - a gift to bestow
When our legs are aching & feet are tired
But our inner passion is burning & has been fired
Up into an awakened state - never to hesitate
 hthrfthrhd
Joined: 1/1/2010
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Posted: 4/22/2010 5:22:18 PM
Up into an awakened state,
never to hesitate, that’s fate.
Don’t sleep much or you will be lost,
a life not lived, will be the cost.

Let my life on earth be well spent,
keep me on course, as if hell-bent.
Count me still among the living,
my heart still has joy for giving.
 60to70
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Posted: 4/22/2010 9:10:21 PM
my heart still has joy for giving
amounts to a hill that cannot be climbed
easily, a heart that has been tested..pausing
related to a mind that is stalled.
giving is akin to receiving
should you be on a colder side
hunkered down, pretty words lose
more than meaning. They make no sense.
Somewhere, someone..is in the dark night that is the soul.
 ...rosie...
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Posted: 4/22/2010 9:25:57 PM
somewhere
someone
is in the dark night
that is the soul
aching
for solace
a chance to be free
to offend and to pillage
plunder to sea
spiraling
out of control
our of mind
spending much of life... not
living in time
 Thorb
Joined: 7/15/2005
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Posted: 4/22/2010 10:14:49 PM
living in time
with twisted line parts
found in the heartland
across the sands of rhyme

who's picking who's mind
with so little designer fashion
a bit too much bashin' the id
who ya tryin' ta kid this time
 60to70
Joined: 7/28/2008
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Posted: 4/22/2010 11:25:39 PM
who ya tryin' ta kid this time
every id has a poison masquerading
as truth. There can only be so much truth.
Plink. Plop. What you have been given.
Is like a first dawn, exactly abstract
lingering until ground is clear.
 FineAndCuriouslyTrue
Joined: 10/15/2009
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Posted: 4/23/2010 3:09:37 AM
Lingering until ground is clear
Can see the way without any fear
All the obstacles removed from obstruction
Instead of + problem now working on reduction
While re-building a brand new construction
 knightwhosaysnih
Joined: 4/2/2009
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Posted: 4/23/2010 4:21:42 AM
While re-building a brand new construction
It’s important to use the original plans
The repeated collapse of structural pillars
Must not be interpreted as evidence
Of a completely failed design
Simply trust that the billions
Pilfered from the public pantry
Will successfully anchor the new economy
Once again resurrected from the rubble
Rigid irrational and unbending
Same as it ever was
 WeAre1
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Posted: 4/23/2010 4:42:40 AM
same as it ever was
yes, maybe, because
in the place of no time
there is this fine line
where everything happens
at the same time....

where time's just a grid
we created to rid
ourselves of the chaos
on this slippery course
that made sense in a mind
filled with egos, super-egos and the id...

without labelling here
created from fear
if we step out of that mode
into the infinite abode
we might catch a glimpse
of the purpose of our existence....
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