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do my dogs count? They smile when I feed them.... Last week I didn't have to pick up my grandson Gage from Headstart, but I missed it....I missed his smile and his chatter while I drove him matter what kind of mood I'm in, he always makes it better.....thanks for dropping by Erik, it's always nice to see you, and I think WWACD will be my theme, I like that!


for my presence is the cure
what ails you hon
what troubles your heart
my golden one
my lovely one
my pride and joy
at the thought of you
at the sight of you
in all your jumbled flaws
and graces
the beauty I see
unknown to you
am I your mirror
you shine nearby
and I
reflect you back
as you could be
if only you could see
the treasure you are
to me

LS 2/3/07
 ink and scars
Joined: 2/21/2007
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Posted: 3/13/2007 8:44:49 PM
hey brizo,we touched on a subjest you broguth up in my tread a few days ago lady,not that I am saying to spill it out,but there are like minds lady that feel your pain
Joined: 2/19/2006
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Posted: 3/13/2007 9:40:33 PM
hi ink, took me awhile to find what you were talking about.....I figured I probably knew, but wanted to be sure......I don't have much I can find that I wrote about that, but when I find it I'll post it on your Ravin said, there are sooo many people who share the history of being molested, and it causes so much shame and pain. I've been to counseling, and I'm a lot better now, making better choices......I remember what my counselor said when I saw a drawing on her wall obviously made by a young child. I asked her how she could take listening to their pain .....she said she listened, and then sometimes, she went out and smashed her cup against the wall.....

This is for my best friend, I met her when I was nine, shortly after the second person..........37 years and going strong.......

Linda 12/10/07

and you helped me find
that I still had worth
and it wasn't centered in my body
and honor was in the soul
and it wasn't centered in purity
and life was worth living
and it wasn't centered in pleasing others
we were nine
37 years later
I still thank god for you
and you didn't even know.........

 autumn fantasy
Joined: 2/6/2007
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Posted: 3/13/2007 9:53:52 PM
Brizo I can't sleep
it is almost past dreaming
of a warm fuzzy blanket
the wind dancing with the curtains
it's way too alive outside
I want to play
but I have to go to work today
 ink and scars
Joined: 2/21/2007
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Posted: 3/13/2007 9:56:10 PM
if you wnat to share thenit is cool and if yuo don't it is ok,god makes us suffer.

It is the purpose of this skin,it is meant to hurt. So when the day comes for you to let it go you willhabve no problem doing so,he brings us to him as ****ed up as the method may be
Joined: 2/19/2006
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Posted: 3/13/2007 11:16:03 PM
Ink, I posted something on your thread, kind of dark, but it came from after I was raped and the post traumatic shock....for a half year or so, nothing is safe anymore, your whole idea of "safety" has just been turned ass over teakettle...and you realize how easy it is to die......

Autumn, nice to see you here, you're in a playful mood tonight...I always wonder if my trees are going to bud and then happens every year, it's a wonder they even leaf....

Posted: 1/3/2007 somewhere...

Unseasonable Days

Thank you to the maker
for the beautiful two days
for blue skies and plentiful sun
instead of solid grays

This January seems like March
or even April with the wet
I only hope my trees don't bud
and leaves refuse to set

I wonder if my bulbs have got
the required amount of cold
I love the unseasonable warmth
but we need to return to the old

Joined: 2/14/2005
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Posted: 3/13/2007 11:29:04 PM
brizo, I'm so glad you started your own thread.

I've been reading it the last two days, haven't had any time to post, but certainly will later. Really enjoying your brave and open writes.
Joined: 2/19/2006
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Posted: 3/13/2007 11:37:03 PM
Thanks, Rory....I was just going to email you today, to see if you were okay, but I noticed you were posting, so figured you were just taking a break from writing....

First Line, Last Line
Posted: 12/31/2006 159 PM

Rutting Hour 12/31/06

Juniper of julys Angst
fresh water sluice the summers skankst
breasts rise in appreciation
core heats in anticipation

watching from beneath my lashes
tractor making endless passes
shirtless farmers gleaming muscles
daydream of erotic tussels

sweetheart, throw a glance my way
lay a blanket on the hay
your field can wait another hour
surrender to the rutting power

Joined: 12/24/2006
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Posted: 3/14/2007 12:07:45 AM
Now that is a song for any" dusty old farmer out workin' the fields."
Perfect! Just Perfect.
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Posted: 3/14/2007 10:28:55 AM
Ravin There was a farmer in Pioneer OH that would ride into town on his red tractor, shirt know that Canadian poem about the cherry pit in the throat? Yeah, like that....his faded jeans and workboots........ (I have a serious workboot and carhartt fetish) his wife must have thought so too, they had a passel of kids......

This is one I found last night when I was looking for something for Ink's thread....

Final Appeal

Old friend,
I have no admiration for the quality
of your rage---
only dismay and a
wary observation
of the return of violence
(a nodding recognition of that
which is in myself)
into a life
gently rebuilt
on the fine qualities
of tolerance
and restraint

Fire needs air to live----
don't let it up
to breathe
and it will die
of suffocation

LS 9/92
 Erik Brush
Joined: 6/1/2006
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Posted: 3/14/2007 12:59:57 PM

Don't make me spank your teddy bear
For that would be so darn unfair
The little bear did not do nuthin'
So lets not whack his hind end stuffin'!

I think I''l turn my eye to thee
And coax you over my flat knee
It's not that I am near upset-ish < ---- Yeah yeah, jealous that you didn't make that word up before I did! hahaha!
It's just your legs that fuel the fettish!

- Erik -
Joined: 2/19/2006
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Posted: 3/14/2007 6:32:14 PM
You're right, Erik, I am jealous.......but I owe you one for the made up word in the ode to salsa I left on your thread...."dotely" I think it was.....I have four jars of salsa in my pantry, and I'm happily eating myself into an ulcer and another size pants....well, happy about the eating, never happy about a wider bottom line...

bringing it home from first, last and Alyosha's anti-Bush thread

brothers 1/06/07

none knows of our essential unity
distancing themselves with impunity
makes me long for worldwide mutiny
just to spite Big Brothers scrutiny

pandered to by advertisers
talked down to by supervisors
underpaid by management
working hard won't make a dent

standing with their palms held out
they'll get paid without a doubt
if we don't have any left
after all their corporate theft
we can't depend on government
to help us out on paying rent

but many times a friendly neighbor
will do someone substantial favor
it's always met with stunned surprise
and thankfulness within their eyes

I love that we still help each other
accept the fact we all are brothers
held under by anothers hand
share cropping in our own land

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Posted: 3/14/2007 8:12:36 PM
bringing it home from first, last and Age of Innocence.....

coyote 1/15/07

for just being you
all browns and golds
meeting my gaze
rare here
but returning

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Posted: 3/14/2007 8:26:12 PM
bringing it home from penpal's and Age of Innocence.......

those lucious petals 2/18/07

plant porno
has arrived
with reverence
I glide
retinas of color
the lightless
slug inside
I dare to dream
flowerbeds of order (har!)
bushes fill a border
my rings of marker
greedily assertive
my lists divertive
my true task
shoveling snow
slips further down
the list below

 Erik Brush
Joined: 6/1/2006
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Posted: 3/15/2007 7:20:48 AM

Lustylicious lovely and long < Made up another! hehehehe,...
Look in thy garden bush
Playing with petals smooth and strong
Fragrance that give me a push

Danceiocity grows on the wings < Okay that one's mediocre hehehe,...
Of the wild butterfly
Spreading the petals to lick up
The nectar of flowers dry

- Erik -
Joined: 2/19/2006
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Posted: 3/15/2007 9:10:50 AM
Erik, have you ever read the poem about the bumblebee wearing pollen pantaloons? I always thought that was a great poem, and a great line.....


Homesick, homesick
homes not native
melancholy malaise
long to drive Seabeck Highway
and Hanahan Road
coastlines East and West
Atlantic House brunch
Pacific House dinner

ache to see sunrise
over delta marsh
the surprise
of Brothers Mountain
at continent's edge
to see horses
run the curving coasts
of Washington
watch lowcountry alligators
startle herons

crave the overgrown beauty
of Hoh rainforest
and Magnolia
similarly different
filtered green canopy
sponge earth smell
mushrooms, ferns and moist things

my tinkers heart
resides with farmer feet of clay
always feeling fired in.....
a piece of broken, overlooked ceramic
clinking against the edges
Knowing if I traipse again
I pine away
for hearts of kin
and plot of earth
in the land of bland strangers

LS 1/04/07
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Posted: 3/15/2007 9:34:20 AM

soul's raindrops
nurturing growth
from roots
of pain
and knowledge
into flowers
of love
and compassion

LS 1/17/07
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Posted: 3/15/2007 9:52:05 PM
made me doubt myself

made me doubt myself
made me doubt myself
and what will I do
without myself?

your cutting words
made me stop in my tracks
I was having fun
now I reel from your axe

I avoid certain people
our styles don't mix
they think I'm a sheeple
while they run in cliques

I try to be honest
without looking for pity
guess I'm not an artist
'cause my outlooks not shitty

made me doubt myself
made me doubt myself
and what will I do
without myself?

let me put it bluntly
not to be so outre
you may think that you know me
I like it that way

done things for a living
that'd make your brows rise
I do lot's of kidding
that's what you despise

I've spent time on barstools
I've spent time on streets
now I spend time in preschool
and being discreet

made me doubt myself
made me doubt myself
and what will I do
without myself?

I told you a little
most I've forgot
I'm really not able
to tell you a lot

they won't put me under
because I'm not ready
they don't want to blunder
until I am steady

and I guess I'm not ready
'cause I've forgotten about it
I live my life happy
and try not to doubt it

made me doubt myself
made me doubt myself
and what will I do
without myself?

the sins of the fathers
have been handed on down
worshipped at the wrong alters
and at the wrong nightgown

because I still love them
in spite of the history
I've learned to forgive them
it's really no mystery

they've been sinned against
and suffered some damage
and this is a chance
to get rid of our baggage

made me doubt myself
made me doubt myself
and what will I do
without myself?

I don't own my whole life
others own it as well
and if I create strife
I could make their life hell

I've lived longer now
than my past looms behind me
how long to allow
those feelings to haunt me?

made me doubt myself
made me doubt myself
and what will I do
without myself?

so if I seem too cheerful
well I guess that I am
I'll leave a shrink with my earful
and my thread with my spam

and I can have lust
and find my release
as long as I trust
and feel I'm at peace

made me love myself
made me love myself
going to pull my baby
above myself...

LS 3/14/07
 Erik Brush
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Posted: 3/15/2007 11:03:00 PM
Negative dear,... what is the Buzz on the Bumblebee poem?

- Erik -
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Posted: 3/16/2007 9:50:45 AM
very famous, but I can't remember his name.....I know I've read it somewhere, just not sure if it was on here or when I was looking for Ezra Pound and William Carlos Williams.....a very pleasant search.......

1991 12/10/07

There was a time
when I was smiling
and sore
and ridiculously happy
just making

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Posted: 3/16/2007 10:05:40 PM
The real deal 12/12/07

but this time with someone real
perhaps the magic just may last
Sometimes I don't know how to deal
with smoking wreckage from the past

I want to trust in future plans
when faith exists it's easy
but failures mentioned by my clan
make me feel rather queasy

but I step forward anyway
I have to trust and live with heart
not for me the pinched and gray
with wonder I will make my start

who loves me best will let me be
the spirit I have always been
and give me freedom to be me
a game of love we both can win

So I can read, and post and spend
a lot of time with those I love
and satisfaction won't depend
on timely dinners with my stove

I hope he'll love me anyway
when blurry I look up from book
and see the day I let go by
and food that I forgot to cook

I'll write a poem just for him
and light some candles by the bed
the sweetness in that darkened room
will have to feed instead

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Posted: 3/17/2007 8:40:33 AM
hindsight 12/13/07

Shall we go on dear?
I don't think so
I knew you oh
so long ago

my heart has healed
it left a scar
you played the field
up at the bar

you asked my friends
to talk to me
What you intend....
just let it be

it ended
fifteen years ago
I'm mended
so let's let it go

you say to call
give them your phone
you have some gall
leave me alone

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Posted: 3/17/2007 1:20:50 PM
I could not find the bumblebee
I could not find the poem
But here is something loverly
I hope it takes you home. . .
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Posted: 3/17/2007 1:31:22 PM
"I pine away
for hearts of kin
and plot of earth
in the land of bland strangers."

Beautiful line, Brizo.
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Posted: 3/17/2007 2:24:42 PM
a certain slant of light
weight of air on bone
tells you are home
even if you have never been there
before, or ever again

gladness of eye
body's ease
heart's home

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