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 blitznboltz
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Thanx om........hope youre well

I thought my last relationship would kill me
but it didn't
flying face first
through the windshield

it never rescued me

left to sculpt
delicate misinterpreted agonies.

Chiseled river ice
rushes over the body.
Crushing spirit
no recovery.

Pain smothers weakness
rather than robbing the will to live
it lives for the will to rob.

Creates the artist in me.
 drea922
Joined: 3/30/2009
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Posted: 10/2/2009 1:50:37 AM
wow blitz..

happy or sad, absence has not been devoid of a muse *smile..

rare treat of complicated depth..

i'd say simple reawakening..not creates
"Creates the artist in me."
 Brizo
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Posted: 10/2/2009 8:00:24 PM

rather than robbing the will to live
it lives for the will to rob.


ah, love's a crime, ain't it? *hugs*
 blitznboltz
Joined: 7/15/2007
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Posted: 10/4/2009 9:44:18 PM
Ah thank you Drea and Brizo, you gals have always been so supportive
 Trulio
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Posted: 10/4/2009 10:06:17 PM
Many neolithic societies did not understand the biology of sex. According to Malinkowski, the neolithic societies in Africa did not believe that sexual intercourse, copulation, was the cause of pregnancy. The neolithic societies believed that copulation was magic and a ritual in which the gods were made happy enough so that the crops would be abundant. The simple biological fact that copulation resulted in fertilization of the woman was unacceptable to them even when these people were told this was the case. In the ancient Hebrew tradition, each time a man and woman make love, the universe is recreated and it's creation is restored in an evolutionary or cyclic sense. A faithful man and woman who are married prefer to make love on or shortly after mid-night on the sabbath. This is when Shekinah hovers over the marriage bed. Shekinah is the earthly manifestation of Jehovah, Jahweh.

So the placenta is the sed bed, the seed is what she has in the flow and the seed is the winged seed, or tailed seed that contains the humunculus, or micro-human. So why is sex like magic that can move the gods to bestow bounteous crops? Well sex is 're-creation' and that is what it is like with the right partner, it is like being in re-creation, everything is newly experienced in the flesh. It is the summa gloriosa, not the highest good, that is too intellectual, and masculine, since for the feminine only bring to creation, in the flesh is good, which for the male is incarnation. So the feminine asks for fertility, for creation, for illumination. She has a lumen for light to reflect her beauty, to radiate back in a lighter tone her offspring, children. It is glorious to be incarnate in love.
 Trulio
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Posted: 10/4/2009 10:08:52 PM
I like that especially: "she has a lumen for light to reflect...."

tragically greek
 blitznboltz
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Posted: 11/27/2009 12:51:37 PM
Sorry I hadn't commented on this Trulio....but I really enjoyed this

On the way
to market.

Long shadows
in half light.

The only items
in the sack.

Crushed integrity and
intermittent belief.
 pickles51
Joined: 9/22/2008
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Posted: 11/27/2009 1:25:09 PM
Hey Blitz...good to see you in here...I don't post too often these days but visit every day.........

 pickles51
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Posted: 11/27/2009 1:38:57 PM
I lit a candle today
stared at the flame
a fiery red and orange dance
primaeval
I found myself following as though
I were in a hypnotic trance
pupils pinpricks in the light
breathing strong, deep, in step
hand outstretched.....
I touched the flame
as it burned I cried your name
now seared within the pain
that is a memory
 hummingbirddancing
Joined: 6/27/2009
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Posted: 11/27/2009 1:50:09 PM
hiya blitz.............Hope yur holiday was more than great! hugs my friend! xo

Her eyes they remind me of her sister;
my Mother.
His face so reminded me of my Son.
His son ; the spitting image of my Son.
Her Son, with my Grandfathers ...eyes!
Is it no wonder the Holidays bring on
an array of feelings?
We should feel so blessed to look upon those
things that we love so much!
It is a message , that life goes on!
Within everybite of my Thanksgiving dinner;
I gave Thanks!
And , I cried all the way home, my belly full ;
and more Memories to keep me full another year.
Though not as clear ; so present and surviving.
Life and Blessings ; they do live on!

my holiday was wonderful. I am blessed! xo
 ...rosie...
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Posted: 11/27/2009 7:51:09 PM
we spent the afternoon
talking, him and me
sharing our journeys
through life

our paths never parallel
occasionally cross
as we stumble and fall
and get back up again

he is discovering
his feelings
something he had
never done before
'it feels good to be sad'
he shared
just learning how to cry

i share my journey
slow going but calm
'what's the hurry....
i mean, where are we going
anyway, die?'
ahhh..the wisdom of the young
 Brizo
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Posted: 11/27/2009 7:56:35 PM
Blitz, 1650 was soooo good....
 blitznboltz
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Posted: 3/20/2010 2:43:56 PM
i love you like mad and i miss you like crazy.



lets sit on the bandstand and talk about lipstick



lets go for a walk and reflect ourselves to the swans in the canal



lets drive down the road and go for a sandwich



lets drink tea and try on each others shirts



i need you like mad and i miss you like crazy



i am imbued with lunacy



i am lost in love



i am lost in love



lets go to the pictures and suffer some mind control



lets read a book and have some soup



lets listen to music and disagree about trivialities



lets live to struggle and wrestle with angels




lets go to the circus and be like those suckers



who are born every minute mr barnum would say



lets be as crazy as each other my lover my heartache



roll up tomorrow



with our fishnet stockings - cute little glimpses



and a fondle in the hay



i need you like mad and i miss you like crazy



i am imbued with lunacy



i am lost in love



i am lost in love



shut up why don't you and kiss me just kiss me



lets sit on the bandstand and talk about lipstick.


by: Martin Cooke

Posted w/pemission of (are you really an actor?) Russian block bustin English author.
 Brizo
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Posted: 3/21/2010 9:31:54 AM
it's good to see you back, I miss you when you're gone...
 blitznboltz
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Posted: 3/21/2010 11:43:42 AM
Thanx Brizo we need to to write, because, if we dont, what we compose becomes what we compost. I am so guilty of this.
 Brizo
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Posted: 3/21/2010 11:48:03 AM
ah Blitz, but most of what I write IS compost...at least the last year or so...
 blitznboltz
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Posted: 3/21/2010 12:17:04 PM
No way Brizo, its what we are, whether it comes from the heart or falls from the fingertips. Better to be humble than to, as a friend of mine puts it, believe you fart gods. =0)
 Brizo
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Posted: 3/21/2010 7:00:42 PM

Better to be humble than to, as a friend of mine puts it, believe you fart gods. =0)


ha, now you've reminded me of the shyt demon in Dogma...maybe we should all keep a can of bathroom deodorizer around...for those times it all goes to our heads...
 hummingbirddancing
Joined: 6/27/2009
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Posted: 3/21/2010 7:11:30 PM
oh Hell, I have never heard Farts from either of ya! so shut up and write! lmao
I write shyte most the time, hell if I care , if it comes from my heart ....in my book its allright! :)

One word may be a turd
but two come together and
soon its a feather ...
then wings bloom
and it flies
and l love when
when you both send
words to this Turd! :)

hugs jules :)
 blitznboltz
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Posted: 3/22/2010 6:26:21 PM
Ha ha Brizo I got my finger on the spray cap

And youre so right Jules we are all Turdle Doves



A wake with the television.

I tube the mainstream
Clocking on an off
The trouble is
You can go anywhere now
Up an owl’s beak
Landrove the hedgerow
Mummy is a bag of mice
Sugar bloat the scarecrow

Up to the ears in blood sick wound waves
Coming over rugged
The hills and fjords
The rocket tramp railways
Coming over tunnel bound
Like the ghost of storytime - Wrapping us in silk

You are all invisible
Silent like a flower
Emulsify my soul...
What is the soul - She is a word
Wasn’t it the word which began the shabbang
The big shabbang which leads to nothing
Via the gameshow
The news
And an in depth interview
With a bag of giblets?

Why do the government sanctify you?
Why do the factories knock you out?
Why do the scientists sanitise you?
Why do the lonely turn you on?

Out spews the dead fruit
Crash bang bomb blast
Moon rust cannibal
Monkey in a wet suit
Burying his valuables
Don’t adjust the contrast
Candidate the pitch
Let the dead change channels
Without the aid of a switch
Go to the jungle in your vest
Sit thee hi on a turtles nest

I’d have her waxed
But it would reflect badly
She can be at rest under the coffee table
Whilst i eat my self like curry
Let dostoevsky paint with erudition
Let the priestette stroke his dove
My wife died of malnutrition
I’m engorged on a glow-worm’s love.

by: Martin Cooke
 blitznboltz
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Posted: 3/29/2010 11:08:37 PM
We were past disheveled sheets
and taking shots in the pub
Thinking the hard part was over
expecting easy times would come

We romanced over reheated coffee
dead cell phone batteries
Our complacency grew to
the nothingness
of safety

I could not miss you
we never battled
or grieved
neither one of us
ever surrendered
 StrongBeatingHeart
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Posted: 3/30/2010 10:11:26 AM
Lips bruised and swollen
Cheeks still hot and red
My mind is now obsessed
With being in your bed

Body craves devotion
Under the perfect moon
Gods blessing tonight
A quiet sacred tune

Ancient powers charge
The soul deep inside
The wind howls me here
Where I can never hide

A place of clarity
Is what I need right now
God will guide me there
God will show me how

A heart can seem so open
A soul can seem so true
How can I trust again?
I must be born anew
 blitznboltz
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Posted: 3/31/2010 8:34:01 PM
Welcome and thanx for dropping that by, strong
 TheWoWPoet
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Posted: 3/31/2010 9:12:18 PM
Few have gone the distance...And it looks like blitz that your thread is still traveling
Christopher

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Art in Girly Shoes
23 March 2010

She was a drunken tight rope walker,
her high heels on her feet
As each moment she did awake,
from walking in a long ago sleep
When the past of beauty was upon her soul,
dressed up in heels to make her feet roll

The art of walking in girly shoes,
the paint, a brush of beauty to add
She was a girl after all,
who grew up behaving as a lad
Not that, she was not, all woman,
her heart, being reclaimed and sad

Now she stood, on her own two feet,
often clad in only tennis shoes
Or in her bare feet as she did choose
Dressed up, in high heels, and
discarding her jeans for a dress
She was adorable, and,
never looked like a mess

Waltzing, through, the world on hold,
with a tune of Mozart in her heart
She was the wagon,
the moonshine, and the ark
But most of all, she was,
beautiful, in daylight and the dark

She was a drunken tight rope walker,
her high heels on her feet
As each moment she did awake,
from walking in a long ago sleep
When the past of beauty was upon her soul,
dressed up in heels to make her feet roll

The art of walking in girly shoes,
the paint, a brush of beauty to add
Dressed up, in high heels, and
discarding her jeans for a dress
She was adorable, and,
never looked like a mess

She was a cat, she was a lion,
with the heart of a bull
And thirteen was a lucky day of birth
She was wonderful, brilliant,
and a star from the sky
All dressed up in her hour of need
She was beauty, and beauty
was her good deed

© 1995-2010 Christopher W Herbert
(a New Zealand poet)
All Rights Reserved

a poet who cares
 artist_48
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Posted: 3/31/2010 9:13:09 PM
Strong Beating Heart's Poem is quite telling of what a lot of women feel when a love(r) is known then gone.
I especially like her use of the lines, "Ancient powers charge the soul deep inside".
This is so true, and this leads me into what I would like to share.

My roots are in West Texas- the progeny of ranchers and cowboys for the most part.
I was raised among those of a nearly by-gone era. True Texas stock- including, and maybe especially, the women. The women in my family are strong, yet feminine; capable, yet tender. I didn't realize the incredible strength of the women in my family until I lived it myself. I bought a ranch in North Central Texas and it is still a working ranch today. It reminds me of riding the ranges and canyons of West Texas and helping with the ranch work, as well as spending time with my aunts, grandmothers and the women inthe family who ran a lot of the "behind the scenes" work, as well as helping the men out. Out of this West Texas clay is a place called Quitaque, where my grandmother was born and raised. To know her is to know her mother and grandmothers before them. Intelligent, Competent, Have a great sense of humor, and are great, gentle women. I always thought my grandmother didn't have the same love for my grandfather that he had for her. She is still living ( and is still a pistol), and she recently shared the story of how she and my grandfather met. Most people only met through church and social functions back then:

She was a young woman at just 15 years of age. Beautiful creme complexion, red hair, and blue eyes. Her name is Ruth.

My grandfather and his family had recently moved to town. They owned a ranch but had moved to town for the younger children to attend school, and would return to the ranch for harvest, etc.
He happened to see my grandmother walking to school past his place each day and was smitten with her. He was shy and didn't have the experience to ask her out. Time passed and they saw each other at church socials, etc. My grandfather's older brother saw that his brother had a crush and that my grandmother might have interest....

A few weeks my grandmother attended a birthday party of a friend. When she walked in the door- guess who the musician's were? My grandfather and his brother. Attaboy Tom and grandad. :)
It gets better.
They played a game back then called "Not For Love"- a rated G version of Post Office lol. The women sat in a circle and the men would draw a woman's name and would go tap her on the shoulder, and had the honor of walking her around the large room and getting to know here a bit.
Well-- my grandfather saw the opportunity and seized it. He went to the men and found all who had drawn Ruth's name and traded them who he had drawn. He got to have several "walk abouts" with her, and the rest is history.
She also shared that when they moved to the country, that she would climb the windmill tower to see when he would come driving up the road. ;)

Ya gotta love it. Ahhh- young love.
This story and information was told to share that all women have a great inner strength; that love does exist; and that your family is carried inside of you no matter where they are ( gone or living) and they instill great character in us.

I hope to write a poem to commemorate the women in my family and come back and share it.
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