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Just for a Moment

I saw you today
I glimpsed the real you
The self you hide away
The heart you keep from view

I saw you today
Thrice before I’ve seen your soul
Have chanced to see the way
You really are, true and whole

I saw you today
A glance amid the clouds
The self you won’t portray
Hidden beneath misty shrouds

I saw you today
I saw your heart in truth pure
Not the you, just for display
Just for a moment I was sure

I saw you today
In that place where you dwell
A bright light amid the grey
Before you retreated into your shell

I saw you today
But then you were gone again
Even as I willed you to stay
Vanished in the mists of rain

I saw you today
But then as quick you withdrew
Your emotions not to betray
The high wall was built anew
Joined: 1/13/2007
Msg: 97
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Posted: 4/3/2008 2:51:22 PM
Not new but it came to mind when i read your latest..


senses mirror messages, shells of every sound, going judged by distance up or down
images from irritants flow into the sea,while the filters from our fantasies define me
training for the marathon of making it all real, we run from trading time to a final deal
chaos sends an answer , a roar of sound and light, we blink between believing its alright
framing of the fiction to a shaping of the load, will progress plod or epiphany explode
complexity consuming all til oversight is over, melts the mission down find a lover
Joined: 1/13/2007
Msg: 103
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Posted: 4/8/2008 7:19:32 PM
crossing the line between a collection of ideas , stiff straight and slightly leaning
to the place where the knot of skeletal and deeper responses are exposed nerve endings
picking softly away at each one , playing her own song and making you listen
the best of what she does asks not for anything but a chance
offers more than she is willing to share but just a little less than all there is

that promise of more is the greatest of all
Joined: 7/24/2007
Msg: 109
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Posted: 4/11/2008 8:26:28 AM

And it will take the right man
To understand its reason

Marry a butcher get no meat
Marry a sailor that'll be a treat
Marry a baker get no bread
Marry a barber you'll get ahead
Marry a preacher if you dare
Marry a senator don't go there
Marry a driver go round the bend
Marry a postie your love he'll send
But marry a doctor that beats all
Sit at home while he make house call ...

Maybe a physio with soft hands ...

Joined: 1/13/2007
Msg: 111
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Posted: 4/12/2008 11:17:05 AM
we can take it all apart, stare at the pieces
never see what made it live..made it real
the gestalt of greatness never gets measured
except by the size of the hole it leaves in your life
we all struggle to get smart enough to see it as it grows
hold our hands around the tiny flame of it
blow gently giving attention,concern
carving out a space hoping
the knife won't turn in our hands
it only takes once to know
nothing else will do
once to know
you can
Joined: 1/13/2007
Msg: 113
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Posted: 4/17/2008 12:36:18 AM
ive seen the doubles of people wandering the streets
I hope the genuine article is sitting at home
kicking back relaxing
these robots drive 5 miles under the limit
seldom look left or right,
pull up next to you , song changes on the radio
might just as well be a mullah calling us to pray
no something,
change the station
robots get on my nerves
Joined: 1/30/2008
Msg: 118
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Posted: 4/18/2008 2:17:16 PM
Oh how I ponder the profile posts of the people here...

If you are a minion of Hitler be proud.

If you hunger for the days of segregation rejoice!!

If you harbor ill feelings of hatred due to a lack of understanding; shout it to the world.

It is bewildering that women wont put their hatred in their profiles... But hope for someone to be HONEST with them?

Karma, my love, return to those who ache for you...
Joined: 1/30/2008
Msg: 121
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Posted: 4/18/2008 6:57:44 PM
They say knowledge is power...
They also say that power corrupts...

So... does knowledge corrupt?
Joined: 2/20/2008
Msg: 122
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Posted: 4/18/2008 7:28:04 PM
(answering the sexy one's question .. "Does knowledge corrupt?") .. well, not so much 'corrupt' but the answer to whether knowledge is to our advantage...

"...based on Darwin's principle of natural selection. The idea is that in any population of self-reproducing organisms, there will be variations in the genetic material and upbringing that different individuals have. These differences will mean that some individuals are better able than others to draw the right conclusions about the world around them and to act accordingly. These individuals will be more likely than others to survive and reproduce and so their pattern of behavior and thought will come to dominate. It has certainly been true in the past that what we call intelligence and scientific discovery has conveyed a survival advantage. It is not so clear that this is still the case: our scientific discoveries may well destroy us all... ~Stephen W. Hawking, from his book 'A Brief History of Time, from the Big Bang to Black Holes'
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Msg: 124
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Posted: 4/19/2008 4:49:15 AM
I think Hawking might be expressing that an open mind sees all possibilities, admits the truth that might be.. before making sure it never comes to pass.
The age of specialization has made the deepest of understanding by any one individual possible in only a few areas.. The physicist plays with breaking bonds that hold matter together while the geneticist alters the nature of organisms.. each can fear the other and be right to do so.. each walks the edge in their own element and acting on what they know faster than a concurrent understanding of potential negative outcomes, risks a lot more than an individual's ego.. our society is fluid ,a semi precarious edifice of counterweights and balances.. the potential to create change doesn't come with a guarantee that it has to be positive.. thats up to us to insist on as a prerequisite, but lets face it..if it makes a buck..

one thought to ponder.. is the person best suited to make a discovery also the best suited to understand what happens when we use it?
fear and curiousity, what a mad mix we are....
Joined: 1/30/2008
Msg: 125
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Posted: 4/19/2008 5:57:28 AM
Sexy one??? Oh you have the sight of the GODS, for you see what no one else can, sweety!!! Homer would have loved you. But thank you...


pressure packaged inside a crystal hour glass
asserting itself upon my conscious and unconscious walls
my subconscious steals a glance in the direction of the time keeper
and cringes with each grain of sand that falls, falls, falls...

i press on diligently, applying my mettle
but my psyche deliberately meddles
forcing each grain of sand upon me like metal
my goal now seems unattainable
but my soul focuses on the medal

stress to achieve

is stretched by minions of deceit

i cant compete, im partially incomplete

for within im without, saplings begin to sprout

from a million seeds of doubt

i want to do this, i must do this

i cant do this, to struggle is useless

i falter, i stumble

finished before i begin

even the mighty oak bends to the will of the wind

im just a tool of the beast and success is a sin

should i give up before i give in

should i stand and fight

like the sun against the night

the knight versus the ogre

or just remain mediocre

i want this, i need this

i breath this, i bleed this

so if success is a sin

open up the gates of hell...

and let me in!
Joined: 9/19/2006
Msg: 132
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Posted: 4/26/2008 8:05:25 PM
Authenticity in clear cellophane,
warped conceptions ignited
by blissful encounters,
untranslatable data consuming
mental energies of phsychotic
ministries, truth, untruth,
illegible documentation
of fractured ramblings,
held together by a thread,
the unholy grail
unstable with it's dust
blowing in the wind.
Joined: 9/19/2006
Msg: 141
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Posted: 5/3/2008 2:55:26 PM
I am!
I have lived!
and I will die

when I take
my leave,
my departure


my expression!

my life is a finger print
like no other.

there are those
who will love me

and those
who will hate me.


what's even sadder!

there are those
who do not know me!

and yet,
still come
to say goodbye!
Joined: 1/13/2007
Msg: 142
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Posted: 5/4/2008 12:02:24 AM
More than just a moment we can grow into the time
where every second swells ,engorged with the knowing
that focus narrowed to an atom leaves so many eternities
open to our touch..

memories made from magic , hard won skill in soft surroundings
mind above and below the will .. til nothing matters but it all
the night lost to sunrise ,.. still the seconds flow like silver
shimmering against our skin

can the best become better, is that where we go next
the turning of our bodies fires the molding of one mind
to share between us as we slowly find our centers shift
closer to the binary nature of the dream

we make real
Joined: 1/30/2008
Msg: 143
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Posted: 5/5/2008 10:55:43 AM
where have you gone
i stare into the darkness
regardless of the sun's magnificence
trying to divide my additional products
and disregard the differences

but there's a hindrance, an obstacle
a blockage in my path
i know not which way to turn
i know not whom to ask

the spiritual is addictive
the mental, so unforgiving
the physical is just the physical,
despicable excuse for living

once; entranced by your presence
once; enchanted by your smile
now; infuriated by your distance
and your resistance to the Nile

once you were a Queen
regal and majestic
now... jezebel
self maimed and disrespected
proclaiming you don't regret it

so i refuse to fertilize your seedlings
afraid the fruit may fall near your roots
and grow in the direction you have
becoming obstacles in the paths i choose

so i linger on in misery
as the paths of my past
overgrow and degrade
i pray for the shepherd
to come to pave the way
Joined: 1/13/2007
Msg: 145
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Posted: 5/5/2008 1:16:59 PM
You have seen the vision , chased the phantom
saw the scene in too intense detail to follow any one thread
its the push against your will that matters and how hard and long
you push back ... remember,
you pushed back

next time that it matters ,when challenged by circumstances
what once was unlikely is now squarely in your wheelhouse
your will to will has lifted the weight and run the miles
said yes til no died right in front of you..
you pushed it back

Now to keep the balance.. sharpen the discerning eye
and the mind that lives behind it
Scary thought for the day...
remember some of the historical figures that had unreal wills
out of proportion .. the Hitlers ,Rasputins,Stalins ...
maybe a side of soul with that will.....for the rest of us
Joined: 1/30/2008
Msg: 152
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Posted: 5/7/2008 4:41:37 AM
is it me, or you?

time heals all wounds
that's what i once was told
but actually with time
psychological wounds grow

and you can offer assitance
religious or otherwise
but remember not to forget
this malignance excels in disguise
Joined: 1/30/2008
Msg: 154
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Posted: 5/8/2008 8:22:17 AM
Lost in Translation

nonchalantly i watch you
i spy on your soul
a gesture just to masculine
a bit too bold

you glance at me by happenstance
and i stutter, i stammer
it seems i cant demand or command
this is elusive English grammar

you walk away, go on your way
back to your life without me
and you'll never know, i love you so
and i blame it on society

i have so much to say, that im afraid to say
because our hues differ
so it ends before it begins
and my heart paints itself bitter
Joined: 1/30/2008
Msg: 155
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Posted: 5/8/2008 9:09:48 AM
but i see you
i rejoice in that sight
you are as irrelevant
as the ocean
but i notice that
but perception is not perceived
it's achieved
and i thank you for that gift
unbeknownst to you
i grew from your self imposed dwindling
strong as a redwood with sight beyond sight
you were not the wind beneath my wings
you are the wings that carry me upon the wind
i stand because you stood
i grow, for you had grown
i know, since you understood
i live, due to you... well, rest in peace
Joined: 1/30/2008
Msg: 156
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Posted: 5/8/2008 12:44:18 PM
Liar !!

how can you expect me to ever believe you
when every waking moment you are lying...
either on your back or on my face
on the coffee table, on the kitchen floor
on my desk between the "in" and "out" trays
behind the pulpit, in the shadows of the moon
in the ultraviolet of the sun, in good times, in bad times
lying, lying, LYING!!
and why do you second guess me?
how can you doubt my support
i stand firm in my position to nurture you
my rod, my staff shall rigidly comfort you
i explore the subterranean cavities of your existence
feed upon the flower of your passion
devour the innocence of your guilt
while i allow you to scale the heights of my summit
and plummet to my spheres of life
gorge yourself with life's essence
just lie about and lie about me
so i guess i wont allow myself to believe you
because i want you to continue to lie...
Joined: 7/24/2007
Msg: 164
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Posted: 5/16/2008 10:54:41 AM

"How are you feeling?" asked my friendly neurosurgeon Dr. Alex Gol as I lay in my
hospital bed in the rehab hospital at 3:30 P.M. after a torturous day in therapy. I could
not yet utter a single word after sustaining a severe traumatic brain injury (TBI) at the
age of 19. So I nodded as if to say, "OK." Dr. Gol then calmly replied, "That's nice," and
quickly left the room with a smile.

As he was leaving I thought to myself, "Dr. peaceful." I tried
to reposition myself in my bed as the door closed behind him in order to get more
comfortable, but something was not "right" in the hospital hallway as I heard a great
commotion coming from there. (True, I could not yet speak; however, nothing was
wrong with my hearing and there was plenty of screaming coming from the hall.)
I wondered, "What was the problem?"

I soon found out the cause of the chaos: it was sweet, serene and calm Dr. Gol who
was causing it.

As soon as he left my room he erupted:

The nurses had never seen Dr. Gol act like that. In fact, they had never heard him raise
his voice. They quickly got me out of bed and put me in my wheelchair until 9 P.M.

I was miserable. I wanted to get back into my comfortable bed - well, it was not so
comfortable but it was much less uncomfortable than my wheelchair or any kind
of chair, for that matter.

As I said, after therapy was over at 3 P.M. I wanted to get straight back in bed;
however, throughout the following weeks and months the nurses did not want to
face "the wrath of Dr. Gol." Therefore, after therapy I remained in my wheelchair
in my room until I went to sleep. Being in the wheelchair for so long was agonizing!

I hated Dr. Gol after that eventful day when he asked me that seemingly simple
question while I was trying to relax in bed. However, years later I loved him as I
realized Dr. Gol was only doing what was in my best interest.

When I returned to college after being out for so long, my professors, after learning
what had happened to me and realizing that I could no longer read as quickly as before
I was hurt, were more than happy to say, "Mike, it's ok. Just read what you can and
we'll test you on that material." However, one professor did not say that. Dr. Sheldon
Ekland-Olson, a sociology professor, said, "Mike, I understand you have difficulty
reading. I've had many students with many visual problems. For those students, I refer
them to "Recording for the Blind." They have access to many textbooks or cassettes.
Here's the phone number..."

I "hated" that statement as I wanted to take the "easy way out." (My feelings of "hate"
were very similar to those I had for Dr. Gol on that eventful afternoon in the hospital.)
However, I have since learned that the "easy way" is quite often the "wrong way."

Sometimes everyone needs a "push." Even I, recently, had to be reminded to push
myself as I had gotten "lazy" at the gym. However, a "stranger" reminded me to use
my right hand. Even though it was difficult, I thanked him for the reminder.

I have learned that the difficult things in life are often the sweet things in life. One
cannot experience "beauty" without experiencing "bitterness." Remember, "push"
yourself to "get through the thorns of the rose bush, to experience the beautiful
flower of the rose."

Every time I think of some difficult thing in life, I close my eyes, see Dr. Gol, and smile.

Michael Segal

Shot in the head during a robbery, Michael Jordan Segal defied all odds by first
surviving and then returning to college. He then earned two degrees with honors,
married his high school sweetheart, Sharon, and became a father to their daughter
Shawn. Mike is a social worker at Memorial Hermann Hospital in Houston and an
author (currently he has two book projects he's working on: an autobiography and
an anthology of his short stories). He also is a popular inspirational speaker sharing
his recipe for recovery, happiness, and success. Please visit his site at:
Joined: 9/19/2006
Msg: 167
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Posted: 5/16/2008 9:00:43 PM
Final Evening

The night sky was ours,
Full with the warmth of love,
I felt your hand in mine, yet
a hundred miles away.

I searched your eyes,
and fell on an empty field
of longing, wondering
where you were....

The silence spoke,
and my heart heard you
through the silence,
"are we alright?"
and you spoke!


The next day came,
standing at the airport,
looking back one last time,
my tears whispering,

I will never stop

loving you!
Joined: 1/30/2008
Msg: 179
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Posted: 5/22/2008 10:45:39 AM
Oh, what a magnificent pond. It's sparkling, effervescent waters, so clear, reach out to commune with the rough terrain of its embankment. And there, in the southwest corner, it rambles and tumbles into a smaller, yet equally translucent, pond. They both are teeming with a plethora of piscine morsels, but none seem to be edible or at least not sufficient for a diet such as mine... Woe is me. Fish, fish, everywhere but there's not one fish with which to dine.
Joined: 1/30/2008
Msg: 183
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Posted: 5/22/2008 10:20:57 PM
The ocean, huh, Tropicalgrl? Mother Ocean! Such variety, but also such notoriety... I'm from a little place called Miami and I know the swells of her tyranny. Yes, the variety is more bountiful as well as more poisonous, more deadly. I am drowning in a shallow, translucent pond. I can not venture into that undiscovered country. Yes, yes, yes... the greater the risk, the greater the reward. But also the greater to penalty, right? Some may venture to ask what greater penalty is there if you are already drowning? The horror of being swallowed whole while drowning immediately comes to mind. Or, to have one's limbs eaten away terrifically, while in the death grip of Mother Ocean. Call me Ishmael or perhaps the old man and the sea... but never, never Poseidon or Neptune, for it seems I can not persuade the water nymphs and Sirens to hear my song. Eros and Aphrodite shame on you both.
Joined: 1/30/2008
Msg: 184
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Posted: 5/23/2008 1:36:48 AM

sometimes, i sit and think of you and minutes fade to hours
i contemplate the future, yours, mine and ours
and possibly my velocity is highly unrecommended
but slow motions not a notion for a heart that's ill-contented
and maybe, just maybe proportions are being blown
but lately my visions hazy so it's hard to see what's shown...
but maybe you can help me, but be careful, be fair
for a broken heart is heavy, and its weight i cannot bear...
i want to talk to you, but then again, i don't
because if i speak to you, what if to me you wont
rejection is not lessened by semi-anonymity
a mere reflection distresses the ego to infinity
but for a chance to get to know you
and show you my identity
I'd sacrifice ridicule and vanity
to advertise the man in me
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