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 Dorrian X
Joined: 6/30/2009
Msg: 694
Cathartic Expression of Authentic SelfPage 34 of 36    (1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30, 31, 32, 33, 34, 35, 36)
Pier Pleasure

at the deserted pier, i spot her
transversing the railing
watching the ocean tumble
as the moon guided the melee

a breeze flirts by
salty, yet sweet
and manipulates her miniature skirt

full lips, i spy, beseech me
imploring me to action
hypnotically, i approach the damsel

dismantled of reasoning
bestial Cro-Magnon appetites churn
as i kneel behind this vision

softly, i stroke my nose repeatedly
against her southern exposure
she gasps, moans, then reaches behind
not at all surprised that she entrapped me

i lap at her womanhood, feverishly
eager to nourish my being
as the ocean cascades beneath us
over us and within us

an urging pulls at my center
as she curtsied to reward my chivalry
i lay mesmerized and dazed
as the ocean erupts from within me
emptying my reservoir
filling her vocal canal

sensational satisfaction enveloped us
and ran barefoot across our skin
but, oh, satisfaction is merely an appetizer
to her, this was a mere prelude

she enchanted me to nudity
deftly, without resistance
we uncovered and discovered simultaneously
the perfections of our unification

beneath the lunar cherub
i watched her take that what is mine
and made it hers, completely
a vigilant conductor
i skillfully maneuvered her passageway

woman became man, man became woman
both became many, and many
became becoming
 Dorrian X
Joined: 6/30/2009
Msg: 695
Cathartic Expression of Authentic Self
Posted: 11/10/2009 7:31:47 PM
Wamphyri!!: A Breed Apart

spawned of a different ilk
still i cant contain my ire
veins ablaze with metamorphosis
the change, the fire
for i am Lycan and Vampyre
i am both
yet i am neither

i possess all their prowess
but not one strand of their deficiencies
i am the future
the new breed
the most resilient disease

the bloodlust infests my every cell
as well as the Lunar affliction
i embrace the craving, the hunger, the thirst
although for me
it's not an addiction

i often stalk my nocturnal brethren
i spy them take their prey
oh, how they feast upon the humans
but they, too, shall have their day
and what a day it shall be
when demons rush to pray

no coven has my affiliation
no clan do i endorse


a blight upon their existence
i ride the pale horse
i shall sever their lifelines
extinguish their life force


for I am WAMPHYRI!!
Go read anything from Brian Lumley
 Dorrian X
Joined: 6/30/2009
Msg: 699
Cathartic Expression of Authentic Self
Posted: 11/19/2009 9:25:49 PM
Khai of Khem is nice, but read his Necroscope series first.

Who are you?

i spy the green eyed man
in the far corner of the diner
he pretends to read the Wall Street Journal
one page in one hour, yeah right
i know who you are

i eyeball the waitress
in new white shoes
she continuously asks to refill my damned coffee
but I'm barely sipping
so it's only half empty, humph
i know who you are

i keep close surveillance
on that cheerful, courteous bus driver
he keeps checking his watch
and then looks into the mirror
spotting me, watching him
i know who you are, mister

as she dresses into her immaculate attire
the pro lifts the money from the dresser
i notice her glance into the vanity
looking at me over her shoulder
she grins and then departs the rented room
i know who you are

as she closes the door behind her
i stare into the vanity mirror
naked and spent
i look down at my wedding band
i don't know who you are
who the hell are you
 Dorrian X
Joined: 6/30/2009
Msg: 705
Cathartic Expression of Authentic Self
Posted: 11/21/2009 10:10:27 AM
Thanks dantwice... But no, I'm not picking up on Malcolm X. However, I was using the 'X' as an unknown factor. Dorrian is a character in a series I am writing and I like the name.

Solace... thy name is Woman

i could not look upon the morning sun
knowing you gazed upon it in another's arms
every breath i took
'twas like breathing in clusters of broken glass
embedded with thorns

oh, how i longed to rid myself of that involuntary action

i was foolish enough to beguile myself
believing that you completed me
when you only reinforced me...

i complete me
it is only thyself that can

loneliness reached out
caressed my face
with the innocence and curiosity
of a newborn
shattered my ego
like the cunning voice of a dastardly female

i gave in
i possessed the strength to resist
but the will was on the wane

until now
when he in the looking glass spoke
mouthing his allegiance
"I shall never leave you"

now i dance in the light of dawn
singing the songs of hope
and i know that i am well
alive and complete

he can have you
and all that you have become
 Dorrian X
Joined: 6/30/2009
Msg: 706
Cathartic Expression of Authentic Self
Posted: 11/21/2009 10:19:50 AM
Hey thanks E... but what do you mean by there are so many like that out there? Make sure you start with the very first book in the series. It's at least 13 in the series.

the sound of branches...

branches screeched
as they tried to purchase handholds
against smooth plated glass

northeast winds bullied them against my window
time and time again, repeatedly
throughout the night

sleep came, but it was a fretful slumber
filled with dead things and overturned graves
and the moon
like the dying eye of some great beast
a solitary specter
noosed to nothingness
left a trail across a calm black sea

and upon that sea sailed a small craft
an awfully tiny blue vessel
sat upon that black sea

sounds of whimpering floated from the vessel
intermingled with the screeching of the branches
and transformed into my brother's voice

"He's gone," he said
and he and I stood in blessed silence
listening to the closing of the grave

i said goodbye to my nephew
in a tiny blue coffin
as waters from that black sea
cascaded my face

many winters have followed many summers
yes, sleep still comes
and it's not as fretful

but, sometimes
i still hear the branches
Joined: 6/27/2009
Msg: 708
Cathartic Expression of Authentic Self
Posted: 11/21/2009 2:28:39 PM

"He's gone," he said
and he and I stood in blessed silence
listening to the closing of the grave

In lifes silent vessels
we float ; silently.
It is all that makes us;
yet, all that breaks us.
We hope for all ,
yet we reach for more.
If only what we had,
could be enough.
Yet time is never enough;
we are left silent.
Hoping for more ;
Deaths dark tide rolls
upon us like a blackend shore.
We needed more.
 Dorrian X
Joined: 6/30/2009
Msg: 710
Cathartic Expression of Authentic Self
Posted: 11/23/2009 5:25:16 PM
The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly

they say they want good men
well, there is no blame for that
but why they choose these ruffians
says more to the matter of fact

they say they want a pleasing man
but that is such a lie
what they really, really want
is a man pleasing to their eyes

and yes, women, men know this
so they treat you as they do
but you don't understand
because you wouldn't behave
the way you do

women, you utterly kill me
with this distortion of truth
and you wont realize
until you've lost your use

and then you search frantically
for a man of outstanding stature
but he has long since outgrown your type
you're simply not what he's after

then you grow wiser, but bitter
you camouflage your shame
and due to YOUR terrible choices
you say ALL men are the same

then innocent young ladies hear that
a countless number of times
from countless women like you
that nourish them to be blind

now the cycle is renewed
and THEY think all men are the same
so they try to pick the prettiest of these
the ones that may bring them fame

not caring that he doesn't cherish her
respect her, and befriend her
she is simply content
to be bedridden with a pretender

many good men go alone in their journey
with no one but themselves to console
because they are not that beautiful...
not as beautiful as their souls
 Dorrian X
Joined: 6/30/2009
Msg: 711
Cathartic Expression of Authentic Self
Posted: 11/23/2009 6:56:45 PM
Ha!!! sunshine, you utterly kill me
with this distortion of the truth
 Erik Satie
Joined: 12/26/2009
Msg: 728
Cathartic Expression of Authentic Self
Posted: 1/28/2010 10:17:49 PM
okay i agree
so many things can go wrong
but it doesn't feel weird
there is a connection
i feel comfortable

And yes if i hadn't done what i did
we would be college Grads in the 21st century
but the past IS the past and we all have to move on
but moving on for me means moving forward
learning from my mistakes
repaying my debts
following my heart
as well as my mind
the art of growing

So yes i can be your confidant
your companion
best friend
but when i asked God himself
for you by my side
i will do whatever it takes
to prove to you
i am here for the long haul
and mean what i say
say what i mean

what i truly want is a fresh start
recycle, renew and reuse
everything that awesome about me
will always be
everything that sucked
has already been and will not repeat
yeah i may have cussed
but you should have stood up
and someday soon she will see
spices go here
and utensils stay in the drawer
Joined: 1/13/2007
Msg: 729
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Cathartic Expression of Authentic Self
Posted: 1/29/2010 3:34:55 AM
time lies more in water dripping
than beating against a single chest
everything a perception pushing
nerves strung across mere music
stroked by afterthought until
better leads to best

path to pathway steps across
running down the crawl
preparing for the end of everything
the beat stops at
the shore of inner sea
poured into words

now free
Joined: 3/18/2008
Msg: 730
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Cathartic Expression of Authentic Self
Posted: 1/29/2010 4:03:42 AM
stepping lightly
been here before
crossroads leading
to the same shore....

one path heart's bleeding
one path shimmers with light
still crying, with delight....

day becomes night
waiting for sunrise
warning of blinding
really not minding....

looking anyway
straight into the sun's ray
letting it burn within
fire awakening passion....

wonder freed from traction

night becomes day
familiar cycle
like riding a bicycle
re-learning again....

returning again
Joined: 6/27/2009
Msg: 732
Cathartic Expression of Authentic Self
Posted: 1/29/2010 12:16:57 PM
I have banged on the door
never opened
as the floor opened up
swallowed me
I am still
to believe
I am stronger
for thee
and the night
shines a glow
covers up
every hole
in my

:)verrrrrrrrry nice poetry sistah!
 Erik Satie
Joined: 12/26/2009
Msg: 733
Cathartic Expression of Authentic Self
Posted: 1/30/2010 4:22:35 AM
Wow Ms. ~tropical~ you are very inspirational! you are most definitely and undeniably young in spirit and wise in mind, we all are so fortune to have you share with us!

I'm made of bones of the branches and
While my feet are the trunks
my head is the canopy high
And so my fingers extend to the leaves in the eves of the bright sky


Chetco Water, hears my true love's call
Hear her holler above your water's fall
All that I could, with clipped wings in hand
could i cross your nest and rest my breast about your amber ring

Brightest day leads to a tidal wave
Was a baby abandoned
Entombed in a cradle of clay
hers was the name we now praise
And it gave her the form of dawn to inhabit the day

Now It's my day
And you

Chetco Water, you loom so deep and wide
I would cross over if you would stem the tide
I'll build a boat that I might ford the other side
To reach the farthest shore where my true love lies in wait for me

Having removed this temptation that has troubled her innocent mind
this river is deep to the banks and it's flow is wild to the depths
and the wanting comes in waves
while the horses shiver and bite against your side
grey river, your waters ramble wild and your tide rises high
But I will cross only if your by my side
Though the angels cry you will drown if you tempt this place

and on my return
if your calm, and let me pass
You may render me a wreck when I come back
So calm your waves and slow your churn
cause you may have my precious bones on my return
Joined: 10/23/2008
Msg: 734
Cathartic Expression of Authentic Self
Posted: 1/30/2010 9:29:38 PM
they say
the grass is always greener
on the other side
but I think
its like pushing daisies down

when i was two
i climbed up the steps
i wanted to get higher
leaving the steps

a snow is enveloping
a white dusting on an unused region
buds curl
waiting to unfurl
deep inside the trees

i want to go back to the grass
i want to climb that first step
i want to see spring
and know
that it is coming

i cried in the new grass
i cried on the first step
i cried when
the leaves changed colours.
and deeply, i moved...
 Erik Satie
Joined: 12/26/2009
Msg: 735
Cathartic Expression of Authentic Self
Posted: 2/2/2010 11:29:01 PM
I was a blind fool
singing in the rain
never complained
I was the one with the world at my feet

Just had to create a battle
leave it up to me
where it is and where it stops
nobody knows

I tried to give you a life
that you never chose
i wanna leave
but the world won't let me go
 Erik Satie
Joined: 12/26/2009
Msg: 736
Cathartic Expression of Authentic Self
Posted: 2/2/2010 11:29:17 PM
Do i pose a threat
or does my proposal
make you feel right
do you think you'll have regret
things between you and me have changed
relight broken candles
ignite the flame
no shame for the passion we claim

i may be crazy with dates
and crazy for redoing mistakes
but never have i felt
like loving you came with any bit of doubt

i want to show you a love no woman has known
something to sing about when your feeling just right
at night alone in the shower
while you gather you thoughts
let the hot water massage out the knots
let your troubles
disappear in the bubbles

HEY JVA hope you have a good 1st Wednesday xx
 Erik Satie
Joined: 12/26/2009
Msg: 737
Cathartic Expression of Authentic Self
Posted: 2/11/2010 9:22:34 PM
This is the first day of my life
I swear I was born right in the doorway
I went out in the rain suddenly everything changed
They're spreading blankets on the beach

Yours is the first face that I saw
I think I was blind before I met you
Now I don’t know where I am
I don’t know where I’ve been
But I know where I want to go

And so I thought I’d let you know
That these things take forever
I especially am slow
But I realize that I need you
And I wondered if I could come home

I thought it was strange you said everything changed
You felt as if you'd just woke up
And you said “this is the first day of my life
I’m glad I didn’t die before I met you
But now I don’t care I could go anywhere with you
And I’d probably be happy"

So if you want to be with me
With these things there’s no telling
We just have to wait and see
But I’d rather be working for a paycheck
Than waiting to win the lottery
Besides maybe this time it is different
I mean I really think you like me

Jason W. Henderson © 2010 All Rights Reserved
 Erik Satie
Joined: 12/26/2009
Msg: 738
Cathartic Expression of Authentic Self
Posted: 2/12/2010 9:14:21 AM

wedding gown brown
twenty four hours
what a difference a day makes
from a warm home that is doting
love as true as the soil on my shoes
to a bed that is moldy
in your cold heart
share that box
with the bum by the ocean
make your mother proud
hide behind fears
like a shroud
head high in the clouds
you tell me the truth
why not be honest with yourself
you see the parallels
never compare
i am in love
and he is a thief in your lair

Jason W. Henderson © 2010 All Rights Reserved

very confused and struggling to keep my smile!
I don't know what i did, but i want you to be happy!
 Erik Satie
Joined: 12/26/2009
Msg: 739
Cathartic Expression of Authentic Self
Posted: 2/22/2010 11:34:00 PM
The longer we wait around
The faster the years go by

It's not too late
To feel a little more alive
Make an escape
Before we start to vaporize

Reluctance, we've been through this
So if you want to follow me you should know
I was lost then but I am found now
I don't doubt the way things should go

When common fears start to multiply
We realize we're paralyzed
Where did it go, All that precious time?
Did we even try to stem the tide?

Why should we waste it on
Buying into the same old lies?

So I wonder in the night
my heart wanders in the light
free and open in this dream
air clean and water pristine

Rankle voices call

"Come on and get the minimum
Before you open up your eyes
It's all being served in your hands
Are you one of us
Come on and get your open doors
Collected at the borderlines
free up you space
release the tension in your face"

I go down to wait all night
She's bound to run me out
The rest of nothing new of any how
To each his own
The garden has been sorted out
She curls her lips on a bar
i don't know if you're read
can you figure what I talk about?

Jason W. Henderson © 2010 All Rights Reserved
Joined: 10/23/2008
Msg: 741
Cathartic Expression of Authentic Self
Posted: 2/24/2010 8:40:08 PM
Tropical, I loved the poem, "hearing with your inner ear".

For Cam...(autism)

I know you know you are different
I feel it in your eyes
I hear it your voice
I hear it when you say
"Mom, there is something wrong with my brain."

Preciousness is perceived
with miniscule points of matter
I wish I could reach you
cool away dwarf stars
my radiant beautiful sun/son

I refuse to lose you to this disease
that sets you apart
and worms into your brain
your delight in the new can shatter the world
with breathtaking vibrancy

You are like
the sun rising on the Serengeti
perfect snowflakes in Canada
the warmth that reaches my bones
the soul song of patience and learning

love beyond all reason
love beyond all fear
tattooed on my heart
you come to me and ask
yes, Cam, I will give you a massage
Joined: 3/18/2008
Msg: 744
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Cathartic Expression of Authentic Self
Posted: 2/26/2010 3:30:17 PM
oh e....a parting blessing for you.....
may your spirit soar as you explore all that's to be as you fly free
and may your writing continue to create wordscapes so exquisitely!
from one who felt your inspiration gratefully,
Joined: 11/1/2010
Msg: 745
Cathartic Expression of Authentic Self
Posted: 9/24/2011 8:09:29 PM
loved especially message 869..... great thread all around
Joined: 5/12/2006
Msg: 746
Cathartic Expression of Authentic Self
Posted: 9/25/2011 12:17:11 AM
I ain't got a clue what's goin through your head, darlin.
None. No clue why you're goin through the archives.
This is totally a chic thing. You havin fun?
Joined: 11/1/2010
Msg: 747
Cathartic Expression of Authentic Self
Posted: 9/25/2011 3:38:28 AM
um, well, i am a chic!

yeah, i'm having fun!

guess you gotta be an old fart like me to understand why.

it's just pleasurable coming across threads where there is all this really really great poetry. i like poetry. and i really appreciate people who do it well, with sincere thoughts and insights.

some one else started doing it, NOT me. then someone else did it and the person who was gone for a long time came back - Mandrake, isn't he wonderful????? so i did it and casheyesblonde came back, albeit she only said hi, but maybe she'll reconsider and start posting. I loved marisam's thread, it was just so mesmerizing, a person's life and soul was there, it meant something to me, her thread was simply a wonderful experience, like this one------.i guess it just would be nice if some of the poets who still have active profiles came back, they had so much to add, i think they wrote good poetry. i guess it's all very personal ------. i'm a lonely stupid old lady and have nothing better to do. so sue me, this time i branched out to someone who isn't around anymore, it's still a great thread, has great poems with a unique voice. sigh. oh well. i'm not trying to annoy you yanno?

warning, going to keep looking back, there were so many people in these threads who were just amazing. Sunnoir (spelling?) comes to mind, lots others
Joined: 6/27/2009
Msg: 748
Cathartic Expression of Authentic Self
Posted: 9/25/2011 9:34:29 AM
comfort is a place
unusual to me
I spend my time
alone; where only
I can see.
So hidden in the trees
my life flies by like rain
unseen by memories
it all seems so insane!
I wonder what it is;
I am doing thats so wrong.
I feel perfectly sane,
I feel amazingly strong.
All of the outsiders;
those that call me friend
Think I am deranged ;
cuzz messages i dont send!
I have so much to do myself;
I rarely ask for help.
They wonder if I'm cwazy...
but I just dont like to yelp!
My life is just how I want it,
lots of modifications goin on.
I am trying to get it all emerged,
but I seriously wonder myself!
Someday It will be all spit and shine!:)
I will have my art room, and practice kung fu!
Until then just give me time to grow...
I am like a fungus...
you know!? lmao :)
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