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 Brizo
Joined: 2/19/2006
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Joshua, 954 was so true, we need to keep it in front, lest we think the holocaust could never happen again......because it has......
 triplebp
Joined: 10/6/2005
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Posted: 6/19/2007 8:33:51 PM
He comes to me a fleeting dream
A vision nothing like I’ve ever seen
A burning bush or bolt of light
Never burning or losing sight
These great feats…images paint
Something bold and never faint
Carried throughout all of time
Heaven’s ladder for one to climb
To bring them closer to the one
Closer than the burning sun
Or is it all just a dream
From the sun's burning beam
 triplebp
Joined: 10/6/2005
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Posted: 6/25/2007 7:54:08 PM
The desert sun heats the mind
Burns in memories the ties that bind
Walking late into the night
Cool and gentle losing sight
Traveling cross the deserts sands
Through the guiding of his hands
Hardship teaches lessons taught
Memories stored the mind has caught
Teaching us the way that’s true
Guiding us through the morning dew
Over the horizon into the light of day
A beautiful sun…a beautiful array
Presenting to us the Promised Land
Far beyond the desert’s sand


P.S. Niave and Cash thanks for your praise I am truly humbled
 triplebp
Joined: 10/6/2005
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Posted: 7/9/2007 3:09:57 AM
Sun breaks the morning dawn
Birds sing their morning song
Never to bed by the morning dew
Even though the morning is new

Lost in the night’s desire
Brought on by the night’s fire
Time to bed the nights complete
Take in the day of the night’s retreat
 winstemar
Joined: 10/11/2006
Msg: 910
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Posted: 7/19/2007 9:13:21 PM
In morals I dwell and pride I sit
Biting on tongues of guilt
Holding back tears of sadness and pain
A downpour of empathetic rain
And when the wind blows my heart swells
And when the sun sets glory and beauty fall into
me and in my heart joy does dwell
Love and light, day and night, wrong or right?
Crucifix hanging on the wall, reminding me of ancient songs
and stories told, I should heed, pacify my selfish quests and cease to fight
And you my shadow,
Living in a land where God no longer reigns
Not knowing the human cry of sorrow
For the other that lays in pain
Nonetheless, your dance is beautiful
It is steady, without all the bumps of joyful,
sorrowful, guilt-ridden, and regretful
You inflict pain,
yet are calm just the same
How are you not divine?
Aren't we the same?
Are you more divine than I for releasing what I claim?
 winstemar
Joined: 10/11/2006
Msg: 913
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Posted: 7/20/2007 6:41:00 PM
Aqua sheets that fold and furl imperfectly.
Dishes always set clean to dry on their rack.
The corners where the floor meets the kitchen wall need cleaning,
Each day a new knot clenches along the spine of her back.

Floral dresses that crease and fall provocatively
between tired legs, it's fabric tightening across and
between thickening thighs,
Dry, craked heels split deeper and wider with each laborous sigh.

Every day she's dying, every day she cracks a little more.
Her hair is frizzing at the hairline,
it's not as smoothe and kept as years before.
Her hands are cracked from dishsoap and javel
And her belly just aint the same around her navel

But like those old thick trees, she gets stronger as she goes
There's something raw about that power
Chills to the bone
But she keeps it as a gift for those passing thru her home.
 winstemar
Joined: 10/11/2006
Msg: 914
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Posted: 7/20/2007 6:42:20 PM
Thanks for all the inspiring writes! They're a pleasure to read and think about ...
 winstemar
Joined: 10/11/2006
Msg: 953
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Posted: 7/30/2007 7:00:41 AM
I can still feel you inside of me
Like the serum of poison ivy itching
Uncontrollably underneath my skin
St. Michael would know what to do with you

But, alas, your poison is sweet
A hot intoxicating treat
That calms my body, enraptures my soul
And drives me mad, all the way back to you again

Rationality slaps me silly, telling me I’m a fool
Reality pierces my heart until I loose it all over you
Soul mates in some places beneath the sheets
Head resting on your chest…

A dangerous liaison when the day breaks
You are my sanity driven to incredulous places
My heart often clenched between your teeth resting
On your lips that speak to me words that inflate and squash me

Dearest of predators, stalking the sweet
Suckle my honey ‘till I’m bone dry
One day I won’t need you anymore
But until then, soul mates in some places beneath the sheets
Between love and hate, violence and rage and sweet nothings of nurturings that leaves me
Hungry and weak.
 winstemar
Joined: 10/11/2006
Msg: 957
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Posted: 7/31/2007 5:34:12 PM
NW- thanks, i guess i had to get some stuff off my chest.
Casheyesblond- your writing is very peaceful :)
 winstemar
Joined: 10/11/2006
Msg: 966
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Posted: 8/4/2007 5:56:08 AM
Shadow- buried in the leaves of the fallen oak
lies the wisdom of a million dead warrioirs- I love this thought...
Joshua- it's nice to read you again- i love the story element in your poems!!! They always take me for a ride :)

From infinity to physicality…

The seasons change from joy to sorrow
From fragrant lilacs to heavy snow
Amidst the death and the growth
The ebb and tide must go and go

And I along with the larks and loons
Migrate towards those distant shores
As the climate changes with each new Moon
And my vessel glides on the stroke of oars.

Then one day…

Our young are born to follow our lead
Until they can flock in pursuit of their dreams
Yet, for now on us they shall feed
Like the soft green moss on the rocks by the Sea.

And the sun keeps on shining in from the West
When the late afternoon comes crashing to rest
To endure the painful glare of the high Sun’s test
While we wait for the promise of the evening’s caress.
 winstemar
Joined: 10/11/2006
Msg: 971
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Posted: 8/5/2007 8:08:08 AM
He was a child of war
a runner is what they called him
carrying dead bodies afar- to safety
So they could be burried
Revolution hung thick in the acrid air
guerillas incognito in the night
By day he sat in his classroom chair
Hounded by visions of fright, of righteous battle
A child soldier with grandiose dreams
Sandanistas en poder!
Were the soulful battle screams
Man, woman and child- hecho la mano
revolution come an go
What was the fruit of all of this violence
his children now want to know
Dispersed among different countries
Fatherless they grow
A brokedown man always at war
Love is a dream he'll never know
REVOLUTION
His children now broke a little too
without ever watching a bullet fly
But as the years go by they too shall cry
How many times have women tried to mend his ills
Nurturing the child within
How many times he keeps dodging their wills
And running again and again
His comfort comes from knowing the truth
That a legacy he'll leave behind
No matter if they suffer or prosper
Their existence is enough to ease his mind
Child of revolution, man of sorrows
Laugh away your pain
Rhum on the tongue is just as good
As the Lord's torrential rain
 winstemar
Joined: 10/11/2006
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Posted: 8/11/2007 5:17:25 PM
Two shadows dance on the wall
As the blue candle wax burns
Flickering flame praying
Whispers frame the shadows and fill the room

The water glistens in the candle light
Sweet grass and other botanical brews
Healing the child while he dances with his shadow on the wall
The burning sweet grass transporting us through time

Whispers and prayers cutting the silence
Rituals a veil of hope
Tendrils of incense smoke form a crown
Above the infants head

Unknowing the urgency of these ritualistic pleas
He tries to catch the smoke with his fist and laughs
It is not just a candlelit bath
It’s magic
 winstemar
Joined: 10/11/2006
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Posted: 8/15/2007 5:05:26 PM
The women gazed out over the hills
While they sat in the creek to stay cool
The little girls were keeping their eyes out for crocodiles
While the women picked shrimp from underneath the rocks

To themselves, they laughed loud and free
Sari's eye blackened by her husbands last bout of childish rage
Her sister's healing touch stroked her long black hair
While talking stories and making jokes they were engulfed in the light air

In the distance the shadows of men could be seen on the hillside
Prying to recognize, a face or better yet the silhouette of legs or the flash of a breast
The women noticed and giggled, peering over the majestic hillsides
Where the men worked the plantations

This land was theirs as far back as their stories would go
An eternity with a pending death
A way of being encroached with the deforestation of the hills
And the flooding of the plains.
 winstemar
Joined: 10/11/2006
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Posted: 8/24/2007 5:46:14 PM
From the ashes you came back
In one solid breath
An inhalation, revitalization
Reality back to fantastical illusion
In those hours before the dawn
Nothing more sweet is to hear your song
Marquis de Sade,
Mais sure que le jour
ta joie est ma torture
If only the jasmine wouldn't wither or fray
If only the night could conquer the day
If only my body beside you lay
If only everything gold could stay
Si tu etais ici, ton corp tout pres de moi
Si je pourrais un jour me coller sure toi
Pas dans mes reves, pas juste aux mots
Mais vifs, tout nues joint de peau a peau
My mind is not the same as yours
Those twisted games you play
My hand is open
I can live on the road I say
If we could only know the truth between
the misconceptions we misconstrue
From the reality we bleed
Lover of souls and flesh and life
On the tips of our tongues we could pass the day
What a lovely courtship until the strife
Of the wicked games your nature does play
 LyricMuse
Joined: 6/25/2007
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Posted: 9/7/2007 8:23:27 PM
Ah, but once there was a man
he came and saw all that he could see
or so he thought
just when it seemed a dream
reality came
and threw him another quandary

can you live in peace
surrounded by the anxiousness
of reality

too fast now
it's all too fast

spinning in circles
trying to slow down
all that is taught

trying to glimpse
some truth
in
real
time
 winstemar
Joined: 10/11/2006
Msg: 1062
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Posted: 9/8/2007 5:59:03 AM
Shadowwriter- your last post made me think of this..

Attempted Flights

A cripple left his body in a weightless flight
To perch as a transparent gauze
Over the statue of David;
Redeemed.

The joyful cry of an infant
Whaled through the air, it's miraculous beauty
Captured in the colors of a monet

Strange and mysterious cycles
Caught in abstract
Spoken in parabels
Unidentified by logic
Praised too late by the average butterfly.
 LyricMuse
Joined: 6/25/2007
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Posted: 9/10/2007 10:11:11 PM
round all about
i say
pushing
pulling
screeching
embrace all that isn't meant to be
embrace all that is meant to be

standing on a mountain
cool wind
rushing river
calling

there are spirits there
if you just listen

spirits
pushing
pulling
screeching
embrace
the
unknown
 LyricMuse
Joined: 6/25/2007
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Posted: 9/10/2007 10:17:59 PM
ether
aether
call to me
call to us
bring us into
eternity

do not
forget
us

ember
slow
dying
calling

mesmerized
by
fire
slowly
dying

the wind whispers
ah that whispering
it
is
a
chill

down the back
of my
understanding
 winstemar
Joined: 10/11/2006
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Posted: 9/12/2007 7:45:11 AM
Hi again! Hope all is well. I've really come to find some kind of comfort here...very nurturing place..

This is life
So obscure and tangent
When the phone rings and the planes take flight
My heart shudders with the confusion
Of your arrival
Life has changed
The globe is small
So easy to live at a distance
Between that space and time
So many things have changed
Babies were born sick
Girls grew into women
And the bohemian gypsy girl stiffened
Into a warrior prosecutor
Dreamy optimism hardened to realism
To practicality to functionalism
What happened to Marxism?
What happened to liberlism, dyonisianism, shamanism?
It all does not seem to fit anymore
They are not whole anymore,
They are flawed, looked down upon
What has shifted
When the plane lands
With your bag slung across your shoulder
And you come to rest in my kitchen again
I soften and I am once again that gypsy girl
Without a care in the world
You bring the music and the laughter
And I shall bring the wine
And this humanity will be transformed divine
And that warrior woman will talk gentle and kind
Until perceptions shift
And your plane lifts
And absynthe drifts away
And all thats left is the cold in my bones
And the power lines that drone
And the abuse on local and global scale
The ones that present such a sweet
Tempt and treat
And then quickly retreat
When the cancer has taken over to stay.
 triplebp
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Posted: 9/16/2007 9:33:34 PM
A butterfly’s wings open in flight
Tender beauty all colours in sight
Floating delicately through the air
Left in my mind, gently I stare
At the beauty of this world’s grace
Soaring in time as if to gently trace
The path to the south of desert sun
Glistening light of gold bullion
Taking the day into the night
Showing us how tender the flight
The earth moves as such each day
Ever so gently in beautiful foray
 winstemar
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Posted: 9/20/2007 5:56:24 PM
The aloe shoots up from the earth high and wide
Her light green stems full and ripe
Her medicine plenty, its beauty inside
Once held in esteem but now seen as tripe

The plantain’s leaves could heal broken bones
Cut garlic cloves to disinfect cuts and bites
These were your cures, your knowledge but now you jones
Always passing your ills as cultural rites

The trees in the jungle shoot up to the sky
Your caretakers knew her inside and out
A sacred flower that only blooms an hour before it withers to die
Now, you live cooped up and angered, the neighbours hear you cryin’

Torture us all to justify the genocide
Pin us all down to fill the cracks in your pride
Stand tall Mesquito before you wash out with the tide
Captain Morgan had it right before he disappeared to hide.
 triplebp
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Posted: 9/24/2007 11:13:41 PM
What if you could stop and pause
And freeze at that moment of tremendous loss
When your memories flicker across your view
And twist the fate that has come to you
As the moving pictures string along
You start to wonder what went wrong
A second seems an eternity
Your thoughts turn to insanity
You seem powerless…caught in motion
Moving slowly amidst commotion
But what if you could stop and pause
Turn the moment and end the chaos
Could you change life’s destined fate
Rewrite your path upon your slate
Or would that be your destiny
Locked in time for eternity

 triplebp
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Posted: 10/2/2007 2:19:59 AM
Emotions lifted near heavens soar
Floating on wings, on to explore
True essence of a flowers scent
Long to lost of love’s last lament

Emotions elevated toward heavens gate
Bequeathed to one…detained in fate
Life’s a journey a winding course
Love’s destiny a tremendous force

Lifting emotions sound on eagles wings
A beautiful sonnet of the heart it sings
Carried through the test of time
Left in the heart of love sublime

These are the emotions conceded in mind
Carefully selected and tenderly designed
Blessed to a heart so tender and true
Lost in the love that is given to few

 winstemar
Joined: 10/11/2006
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Posted: 10/2/2007 4:22:43 PM
People That Don't Feel

Are they more evolved?
Isn't their life much easier and free
Nothing really matters but to be happy
Thinking in thee and only me...
Twindling their thumbs with no regrets
Taking life slow, enjoying every sunset
While others keep the clock and money roll
Nothing ever takes a toll!

Is it this to be truly free?
Imagine no sadness, remorse or guiltiness
Life is just a mesh of experiences
Taken in objectively,
Is it this to be free?
 winstemar
Joined: 10/11/2006
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Posted: 10/2/2007 6:38:14 PM
The people are sitting, waiting for the show
The room is quiet and full
Backstage is a hustle of laughs and cursing
Prudence and politenesss nill

Push up my breasts and puff up my hair!
Zip up my dress and hike up my underwear!
Bobby pin that hole and put a rip in my tights
Put on my fake lashes, I'm gonna blow this night

Are the guys ready? Did they call us on?
Rushing so high we bust down the door...
Rushing up the staircase and onto the floor
The lights are strobing the music is soundless

My hips are swaying, body moving
5,6,7,8
Finally, my partner comes into sight
Everything's on cue, we're gonna hit it right

We're smiling, we're laughing the room is empty and soundless
The audience is watching as the beats are smashing
Bodies are thrown up into the air
Perfect, cuerpaso, shoes and hair

Costumes rip off and some fall off cue
Lambada, lifts, hit the bongo and chello
Studded bras fall off, keep the tempo
It's all a bordello

Drink it all up, this freedom is fierce
Live it once, jaded and pierce
Through the night back into sanity
This kinda life only leads to insanity

But, oh those smiles sing sweet like coco
drink it all up rhum and jojo
Sleep it all off on the beach in acapulco
Everybody knows life's heaven in el bario
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