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Joined: 8/16/2005
Msg: 435
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Heya Blitz:)Hope all is well girlfriend.I just dropped by to say hi and to post a poem I just wrote a few minutes ago.Hugs,Kat

My heart is billowing in the wind
Like a lone leaf upon an autumn branch
Will the song play on once more
When long ago in love we danced
It happens in the quiet moments
That arent so hurried through
Alone in velvet darkness
With the mirrors we look through
The fleeting of the time
Can never steal away
The precious veiled hours
That are somehow here to stay
Ill cloak them with my soul
And keep them safe and warm
Until outside heavens gates I stand
When from my body my soul has torn
When all the words Ive waxed poetic
Somehow burned in my hearts page
Will breathe with life again
When we meet like dancers on a stage
The scene will be set with angels
As we begin to sway
My heart has waited a lifetime
For us to dance again this way
Joined: 7/17/2005
Msg: 440
Prose Garden
Posted: 4/13/2006 1:50:23 PM
hey blitz, love ur thread as always, lol

just here is a write that i vented out.

Thinking about the facts
Of a relationship and it's past
And all the problems that were caused
And why it didn't last
You were a jerk
And not to mention a prick
Could you not think of
That thing you call a d!ck
You paid more attention to you
Then you did to me
So I am glad you are
Nothing but a fading memory.
Joined: 4/11/2005
Msg: 443
The Sacred Act Of Story Telling
Posted: 4/14/2006 12:58:58 PM
Let me tell you of a game I played
A couvade,a charade of my birth
Would you trade your death for my life
Would you scortch your soul in the sun
Necrophilia I want to feel you
slipping through hands of lost souls
You are lost

Cigarettes conversation
Concrete consecration
Walking through suburb streets screaming
Thick in the peremeter of plot
Which boarderlines thought
I think of death,disease and dieing
Malaria the movie
Instruction films of mosquitos

Chicken wire over windows
Chicken scratch in the notes and notebooks of Lavern.....
Joined: 4/11/2005
Msg: 445
The Sacred Act Of Story Telling
Posted: 4/14/2006 10:15:24 PM
thanx blitz you are much 2 kind . Everything that I have been writing on here is from my book called The Punk Monk of Funk Poems I wrote from the age of 16-about 23
thats why I gave the book that title more of a rebelious rock and roll feel to it. A few of my friends that play in a band really liked my words and are helping me put down music tracks
Kinda a William Burrows type spoken word rock lol
Joined: 4/11/2005
Msg: 448
Trial Sobriety
Posted: 4/16/2006 1:24:51 PM
Sober and somber wakefully slumbering dreams
Seams supporting fabric
Like beams that support ceilings
Pillars of modern Roman justice
That stand like columns of men
Holding up disinigrated values
That appear similar to collisiums
That incite ancient rites of sacrifice
Displayed publicly for the masses
Who cheer whole-heartedly
For the half-hearted habitual crucifixion
Of the martyred whole
They love to betray

Ceasar put on your face
So you might run through
The gauntlet of reserrection
To be crucified twice
You are the Christ
The conjectural czar

Faces of death eachone with their own expression
Bury me in the Artic abyss
So I may rise again in the cryonic crypt

Doubters are Toms
That have no rhythm
Of caring hearts
Unity has given way to the seperation of minds
That no longer think together but conjure
Individual kingdoms who want to rule and control
They have given up freedom
So they may serve empires dire gods
Gods of stone and carven bone
Who sit on thrones absolutely unknown
and completely alone
Who serves no purpose
But the vanity of mankind
Who want to create their creators
So their souls have to answer only to graves
Dug by brothers
Slivers of gems
and rubied men
Whose eyes stare in contempt
Joined: 4/11/2005
Msg: 449
Trial of Sobriety
Posted: 4/16/2006 1:27:13 PM
i forgot the of in the title
Joined: 4/11/2005
Msg: 452
The Sacred Act Of Story Telling
Posted: 4/17/2006 8:03:23 AM
Hello page in the poem obove trial of sobriety one line is wrong They have given up freedom is supposed to read They have given up their freedom for fire.
In order to serve empires dire Gods.
Deitys of stone ...........
Joined: 4/11/2005
Msg: 454
Haten Satan
Posted: 4/17/2006 11:04:24 PM
This is a song more tongue and cheek

Rolling paths of wondering hills
Toiling drafts of pondering daffodils
Still life rotting on the window sill

Tell me,what is left that is not to rotten to be painted
The fumes have got to me again
What life is left that is not to rotten to be sainted
The tombs are rooms I am held within

Buried alive I felt the weight on my chest was lifted
Trying to survive the ultimate quest which persisted
Once sane and alive but now I am resisted
From ever rising up again

Tell me,what is left that is not to rotten to be painted
The fumes have got to me again
What life is left that is not to rotten to be sainted
The tombs are rooms I am held within

Just hanging around
waiting for the revelations
I am not joining a cult
Not even the United Nations
I will never bow down,pray to, or worship
Any of their idol creations

Just lying around closer to hell then I want to be
Way under ground I can`t yell or even see
Wondering where my soul is bound for eternity
I will be haten satan waiting till I run free
Joined: 7/17/2005
Msg: 456
The Sacred Act of Story Telling
Posted: 4/19/2006 2:23:18 PM
I Miss You

Whenever the sun is shining
Without a cloud in the sky
Thats when I think of you
As a tear falls from my eye
For you're no longer with me
There's nothin i can do
But to live one day at a time
Until the next time I see you

I miss you next to me
I miss your hugs n kisses
I miss your smiling face
And I miss your sparkling eyes
How I hate to see you leave
Because I miss you so

Watching you walk away
Without turning around
Causes tears to slowly fall
Without making a sound
I look at you and wonder
Why you had to leave
Was it something I said
That you couldnt believe?

I miss you next to me
I miss your hugs n kisses
I miss your smiling face
And I miss your sparkling eyes
How I hate to see you leave
Because I miss you so
Joined: 4/11/2005
Msg: 458
The Sacred Act of Story Telling
Posted: 4/20/2006 10:55:46 AM
wonderful poems everyone, with as many great poets that are out there we could rise up and take over the world... lol

Torches illuminate
The castle walls
The languid halls
Casting shadows
Of illusionary corridor dungeons

Conjured through the minds of magicians

Mumble, mutter, murmur
Beneath our breath

Lyrical incantations

Blood a rancid taste
Of whiskey and liquor
That spells murder
And kills everyone eventually

I drink until I can no longer stand

Sir Epicure
Perfer a drink
To think
A link
To a sensationalist, who walks through the weather
watching the son rise: evaporating essence
collecting in clouds preparing for a coming reign
That will be pouring from the saturated skies
Joined: 4/11/2005
Msg: 467
The Sacred Act Of Story Telling
Posted: 4/25/2006 11:01:06 AM
nice writes everyone poet what can I say that u haven`t said already lol, and lucent absolutly love that piece hope to hear more and blitz always a pleasure to read your selections

Adjacently adorning
Blatantly imploring
In the past
Complacently mourning

A dirge on the verge of lamenting
A verse well rehearsed
Can be unrelenting
From the grave to the stage
He has risen
An essence with much vision
With no further ado, presenting
The Vapid Souls
With a selection
From their new requiem `God`s Soles`
A new song `Our souls are the bottoms of God`s feet`

Web of woe
Moon below
Reflected above in a sea of stars
Intricately entangled
concentrically angled

Star strangled Banner
Displayed in the manner
Of furled flags, flown instead
Were the peoples rags
Tatored tailored suits
Blue collored and binding boots
That step in stride
With rubber soles
Bounding on endless strools
Through life and under death

Swimming in placid pools
Were those of us
Considered fools
Whose feet were
Free and clean
Who could march
Without our souls
Except the ones
On the bottoms of our feet.....

I kinda like this one but it is more experimental and probaly needs to be revised a little
Joined: 4/11/2005
Msg: 470
The Sacred Act Of Story Telling
Posted: 4/29/2006 10:19:14 AM
What is the gender of our soul?
Watching noctral flames
consuming puritys
controling vein
wanes the weather
wanes the wind
convert the energy
not your friends....
Joined: 7/17/2005
Msg: 471
The Sacred Act Of Story Telling
Posted: 5/9/2006 1:37:52 PM
I miss your face,
And the way you kiss my lips,
I miss your arms,
Wrapped around my hips,
I miss your voice,
Saying how much you love me,
I just miss you,
When the nights get so lonely.

You brought me joy,
When others made me sad,
You brought me calmness,
When others made me mad,
You brought me warmth,
When the weather was cold and windy,
You told the truth,
When others have lied to me.

When you come back,
I will never let you walk out that door,
When you need love,
I will devour you with passion and so much more,
When you are sad,
I will comfort you with all that I know,
When you need me,
I will always be there quicker then the wind can blow.
Joined: 7/17/2005
Msg: 517
The Sacred Act of Story Telling
Posted: 6/12/2006 3:45:11 PM
When days get so bad
You find it hard to make it through
That's when you stop and ask
What would Jesus do?

Would He quit when things got too rough
Or throw His hands up and say "I've had enough?"
No, He would stick with it no matter how tough it seems
Performing miracles beyond our wildest dreams

Raising Lazarus from the dead
And making a blind man see
Are two miracles He did causing
People to celebrate in one big jubliee

When you hit a tight spot in life
Trudging slowly through
Just ask your self
What would Jesus do
Joined: 8/16/2005
Msg: 548
The Sacred Act of Story Telling
Posted: 6/24/2006 8:51:27 AM
Hiya Blitz:)The writes in here are simply exquisite I love your words girlfriend
Joined: 7/17/2005
Msg: 551
The Sacred Act of Story Telling
Posted: 6/24/2006 1:06:19 PM
Love is eternal,
Never to be blind,
When two hearts are one,
Their worlds combine,
Leaving nothing in their wake,
And no stone unturned,
Living each and everyday,
Feeling so unconcerned,
What the future brings,
Could be laughter or tears,
But they don't worry,
Their love has no fears,
It constantly grows stronger,
Nothing could ever break it apart,
Even in death they will remain,
Together forever in each other's heart
Joined: 8/16/2005
Msg: 554
The Sacred Act of Story Telling
Posted: 6/25/2006 12:04:04 PM
^ gorgeous

In a diamond mine of thoughts
Pressure creates brilliance
With colours the envy
Of any artists pallette
Love holds hands in brilliant pink
Keep on painting and dont think
Feel the softness and gentle lines
Dont worry if this work of art is refined
By anyone elses definition
Its your life ,your painting
No need for revision
It may be Imperfect in someone elses eyes
I start to paint a lullabye
With satin amber glow of contenment
A line of antique roses represent
The fragrant blossom days I spent
Rocking my daughter to sleep
Ill paint that moment robins egg blue
The paint is soaking through
The paper,kissing the edge of
Your tender cheek,I wont speak
Brush by brush stroke
its all conveyed on canvas
As I paint a watercolour version
Of my life in poetry
You may never see what I see
A multiplicity of hues
Sometimes out of balance
Yet the way the shades blend
In this life is so fantastic
Time for the final touches
I wonder where my brush is?
But instead I reach for you
Now it seems in crimson blush
My cheeks are painted too
Joined: 8/16/2005
Msg: 556
The Sacred Act of Story Telling
Posted: 6/25/2006 9:52:30 PM
^^Happy Birthday
Joined: 8/16/2005
Msg: 559
The Sacred Act of Story Telling
Posted: 6/26/2006 8:21:23 PM
Just poppin in to see whats new:)

Winter has stolen the leaves from the trees
iced over our childhood memories
made footprints stand still on frozen paths
brought a chill to the day
as the world fades to black
The seasons they twist and they turn so fast
But summer returns and the warmth is brought back
Our footsteps are quickened
Were lively and free
With the world dressed in green
We can taste destiny
Joined: 8/16/2005
Msg: 578
The Sacred Act of Story Telling
Posted: 7/16/2006 10:17:18 AM
Heya Girlfriend(Waves at everyone) How are things?I realized its been a while since I dropped by for a visit.Hope all is spiffy.Mesmerizingly amazing stuff in here as always.Love ya,Kat

In a diamond mine of thoughts
Words are blinded by the sparkle
And the brilliant promise
Of so many tomorrows
I imagine what I wouldve said
if I had the chance to change
The way the words fell
From my honey covered lips
Comfort sometimes brings
And conversations
Of our deepest fears
I draw myself in closer
To my thoughts
Expand my horizions
Broaden my mind
I draw myself in
Color outside the lines
Others tried to draw for me
Even when I was a child
I always had
Such a questioning mind
Your sparkle blinds me at times
Your brilliance
My tiny corner
Of the world
And your heart speaks volumes
To my inner child
Joined: 7/17/2005
Msg: 580
The Sacred Act of Story Telling
Posted: 7/16/2006 5:53:33 PM
Her eyes sparkle like two diamonds
Reflecting back the love she knows
For the one man who has her heart
Her world can finally begin to compose

She sleeps so peacefully
With her face full of smiles
So deeply in love she remains
Knowing she has to face so many trials

Marriage is the next step she will face
And she refuses to even look back at her past
Even though she has nothing to hide
She looks forward to the future at long last

He looks down at her and kisses her lips
Knowing he found the one for his heart
As he takes her in to his arms for a cuddle
This is where he wants to stay never to part
Joined: 8/16/2005
Msg: 582
The Sacred Act of Story Telling
Posted: 7/19/2006 11:38:16 PM
Hi Blitz:) I love dropping by here late at night and catching up on the latest I hope all is well with you...and om ,pickles and angelpurrs too You guys rock,Kat

In memory of my mother

Antique roses bloom sublime
Enchantment of another time
A memory awakened by fragrant air
Of the flowers flowing in your hair
The ones you used to wear
I can almost see you standing there
I had muddy feet,but you didnt care
You would still so lovingly carry me
To a place as warm as poetry
Chocolate chip cookies and cinnamon smiles
I long to talk to you a while
And tell you how Ive been
But the rose garden days too soon wore thin
Your eyes they would illuminate
The childhood darkness when I stayed up too late
Hiding from monsters beneath my bed
Upon you I would always rest my head
Your heart would beat beneath my ear
Somewhow it lulled me and cast out the fear
Just knowing you were near
The world was bright and clear
The sweet stemmed roses
Are in bloom again
Reminding me of the books we read
Beneath the summer trees
I miss the way you read to me
With a boquet of roses
In her tiny hands
Im amazed at all I understand
As my daughter reaches out for me
She too feels safe and warm as poetry
As my heart lovingly beats beneath her ear
The day seems bright and clear
As it did when you were near
Joined: 7/17/2005
Msg: 591
The Sacred Act of Story Telling
Posted: 7/30/2006 7:26:44 PM
Ships in the Night

Love is always afloat on the waves
Even when they tend to be rough
Like ships floating in the night
With hulls that are tough
Never to fail or fall apart
Even at hurricane force
Being led during the toughest storm
By an offshore light source
Never changing direction
Constantly going straight
Like ships in the night
To let their future await
Joined: 7/17/2005
Msg: 596
The Sacred Act of Story Telling
Posted: 8/3/2006 6:54:26 PM
Looking at the man she once loved
Trying to figure out what went wrong
That special place in her heart
Now seems like he doesn't belong
A hole now remains in her heart
Where his love once resided
But one day it will heal
When the pain has subsided
She kisses him one last time
To see if that spark remains
But it vanished and she walks away
As her heart tears from all the strains
She can't stop the tears that flow
And she can't bare to turn back
Joined: 7/17/2005
Msg: 598
The Sacred Act of Story Telling
Posted: 8/5/2006 12:49:04 PM
Unwanted and alone
She sits crying in the corner
No one seems to notice
As she thinks about her life
And all the pain she went through
She gets up off the floor
With tears flowing down her face
She grabs a knife from the kitchen counter
And says "ending my life would end the pain"
As she looks at her wrist
Her heart going thump....thump....thump
She takes the blade and cuts her wrist
Feeling the sharp pain that followed
The blood pouring from her wrist
And the darkness closing in
Her breath begins to slow
As she collapses on the floor
Her heart beats one last time
Her eyes closed in a forever sleep
Never to wake
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