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Post by anirbas on Dec 14, 2007 21:06:31 GMT -6
we write,
deep and late into the night.
some of us stating,
we do not believe in love anymore.
on that subject, we have closed the door.
we swear we do not, trust strangers.
nor see men as knights in shining armor,
chivalric; but, instead as they are,
rotten to the core.
and yet, we write of men,
who are heroes and salvationers,
princes and high kings.
now i wonder,
who is fooling whom?
are we fairytale spinners,
or are we really at heart,
just fey romantics?
shaking our fist at love,
as we wink at it?
7/20/2004
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Post by wistfuldragon on Dec 14, 2007 22:05:15 GMT -6
I recall this one and yet it still rocks me...can't feel like I did the first time I read it...that I am just as she wrote...writing of what I don't have and wanting it to no end...all the while trying to say I don't need or want it...when in truth bare...I do and I do...
You are most wonderful...as you have always been...
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Post by anirbas on Dec 15, 2007 5:02:26 GMT -6
as are you...wonderful...came across it, last night pilfering through the archives and remembered being inspired to write it just for you and me...the ladies that so enjoyed typing up fairytales and such...so, popped it in here, just for you...
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Post by wistfuldragon on Dec 15, 2007 12:39:38 GMT -6
Thank you dear friend...it was an awesome gifting for me to reread this gem of your's...and I do believe has inspired me to write something of it's kind...lol...more fantasy...mirth and love's quest...
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Post by anirbas on Dec 15, 2007 16:43:02 GMT -6
Thank you dear friend...it was an awesome gifting for me to reread this gem of your's...and I do believe has inspired me to write something of it's kind...lol...more fantasy...merth and love's quest... Big ;D You're so very welcome...Mirth and love... Giggles and hugs...What makes the world go round... |
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Post by wistfuldragon on Dec 15, 2007 17:10:26 GMT -6
yeah...and it would help if I could remember to spell right...LOL...LOL...tired from all the drama here in mishland...yeah thats it...giggle...
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Post by anirbas on Dec 18, 2007 23:18:42 GMT -6
hope drama in mishland has calmed down...didn't mean to seem to be correcting your spelling...honestly, didn't phase me, you'd misspelled...just when I retyped it, as I loved the sound of the words together...merth and love...it just came out mirth and love, automatically...
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Post by wistfuldragon on Dec 19, 2007 13:19:32 GMT -6
No biggie as it ws I who realized I had mish-spelled the darn word afore I took notice of how you had wrote it...hehehehhe...
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Post by wistfuldragon on Dec 19, 2007 13:44:40 GMT -6
Mixed signals...confused woman...strange split...duality...
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I write of love
in the form of unyielding...intoxicatingly
passioniate...whole hearted...soul mending...
I write of men
beautiful...strong...bold...wondrous
saviors of forgotten women...
Though...in my accepted duality
I write of hate
the blackness of lost love
pain riddled heart ceasing beats...
I write of betrayal
mixed with lies...cheating
all out damaging bloody ways...
Even I can see how it appears to most...hell...even to myself...
Writing on both sides of the coin
using the form to express the needs
and the desperate desire to not need...
Lost in some realm unknown
I stand stranded with only my
thoughts...split as they are...crying while laughter erupts...
What drives the duality...fear...fear of loving one who can not or will not love me in return...fear of never being enough for the one
About the needs...I have them...I am a healthy woman in that...
Of the hate...self loathing when it comes to choices...not good...
I do have hope
love may yet find this
wicked split woman...
I adore men
their touch...tastes...smells
the way they capture my attention...
Yet I am like my sisters in this...they scare the hell out of me too
So yes...I write of love
in varying states of being loved
I am human...I want it...need it...
And yes...I write of men
in all forms of dress...station
I am woman...I lust...desire the touch...
And trust me when I say...I feel sorry for the next one who takes my heart...he's in for one hell of a ride...passion...fear...dark...light
I am human
I am woman
I lost the faith but not the hope...
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Post by anirbas on Dec 19, 2007 15:01:34 GMT -6
*CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!*
Ah, yes...This is one that exemplefies, mirrors my own thoughts...
We long and yet we fear...Perhaps, we are not so different from the rest
of our species...Just open enough to speak of it, to explore it
through the written word...Honest enough to speak of how
that coin flipping through the air, has two sides, afterall...
Perhaps, we're just plain daft in the head...
And the waking world is really a dream...
And dreamtime is really reality...
Or some such near rot and philosophical polyglot...
Who knows? There aren't any answers in either tarot cards
or crystal balls...And divinators, are only given one possibility
of what the future could hold...Past, present and future, are fluidic...
Time isn't linear, but phonic...Not a straight line but a winding road
that can and will double back upon itself, at any given time...
ARgh...Where in the world I am going with this word voodoo?
May you meet he whom holds all the right moves, for you, sooner rather than later...
"I am human
I am woman
I lost the faith but not the hope..."
~fragment of Mishian poeming.
Iknowthat'sright...
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Post by wistfuldragon on Dec 19, 2007 15:18:04 GMT -6
Thanks lovelet...probably one of the most honest pieces from this woman in a while...even sorta hurt to write...but so true...all the more real than the face I see in the mirror...so it is
Love ya sis...just do...thanks for your wishes and praise...means the world...
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Post by anirbas on Dec 19, 2007 15:20:53 GMT -6
sometimes, the things it hurts us most to write, are often our best offerings...
gotta run into what's left of the afternoon...Love ya back...
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Post by wistfuldragon on Dec 19, 2007 18:11:34 GMT -6
very true...very true...
hugs...
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Post by Sam on Dec 20, 2007 12:37:45 GMT -6
"What's all this talk about love?"  Sam |
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Post by anirbas on Dec 22, 2007 22:22:59 GMT -6
hehehehello, Sammyantha!!!!!!! ((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((Sharon))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))) Merry Christmas, beautiful! Where ya been keeping yourself, pet?  ?? Hope all is well with you...Ivy and I are sick...But, we'll survive...Just dosed us both up and am about to head to bed, so, hopefully I can make it to work, tomorrow...At least part of the day...Got to...Just got to... Love ya, my southern bell seestor...Cause I just do...Sabrina |
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Post by wistfuldragon on Dec 27, 2007 2:47:25 GMT -6
I bow sweeping low to my Ladies...with respect and love...
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Post by wistfuldragon on Dec 27, 2007 3:04:36 GMT -6
Yes I am back
writing late into the night
About those mixed signals
Yeah that sums it up
just like me to do just that
All over those mixed signals
Imagine a tall dark strong
somewhat wicked wild leading man
Then follow through with
his love of a Lady as unbendable steel
More mixed signals inside the plot
She watches him sway
through the throng of players
He smiles as he feels those eyes
lingering over the sweeter parts of him
Toss around some unsuspected turns
She has to marry another
one not of her choosing as she is but a pawn
He angers at the thought
of a spirit as she carries broken then saddled
Mixed signals...yeah that's right
The battle engaged as she states
"I've a mind about me of my own...I shall follow it!"
The chase begins with a startled cry
as the slap is heard over the crowded parlor
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Tis no small thing
to run...leave a pauper...begger
Tis no small thing
to trace her steps as she flees
.........
Will they meet again
should they find each other
What of the mixed signals
love...fear...need...caged...completeness...freedom...
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We shall see
I suppose we shall indeed
If that Lady unshields
if that Lord takes her in
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Yeah this me these mixed damn signals
and me spending some more bonding time
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Post by wistfuldragon on Dec 31, 2007 15:01:12 GMT -6
My life has lead to this
all those actions
mixed with all those words...
Imagine who'd I'd be
without the love given
mixed with the hate raging...
I might have been a fool
yet I was not the only one
no...you were one yourself...a time or two...
Mixed signals
confused desires
running in circles...
Haven have mercy
when you teach this child
that love is real as it comes to her...have mercy...be kind...
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Post by pegesus on Dec 31, 2007 16:05:47 GMT -6
oh my....what mixed signals can do to us....oh my...the truths we unleash...oh my
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Post by pegesus on Dec 31, 2007 16:11:33 GMT -6
lashing out at the world for what you have done to me
i am angry at being a woman yet the power i hold
an illness so strong yet so demanding of my life
his weakness so demanding of his time as well
coming together yet pushing apart....
what are we doing to each other
just to get back at the world
lashing out in anger i leave
unable to deal with both of us
looking for what i do not know
just looking for something
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Post by anirbas on Dec 31, 2007 22:56:45 GMT -6
the worst mixed signals
that can be received
are the ones
we send ourselves...
ggglgggl...
~*~
Jose' Cuervo
you were a friend
of mine...Tonight I stepped
out on you buddy and found...
Patron is far, far smoother than you...
Goes down easy like a fine wine...
Doesn't burn the back of my throat
or leave my tongue tasting
like a burned shoat...
Ooh-la-la...But, baby
I'm back home
from my roam,
and Jose' Cuervo,
I'm still your girl...
Cause you're a lot cheaper
than that tiny bottle
of high dollar
tekillya...
Next time,
someone asks
me what I want
for my birthday,
I'll not hesitate
when I say...
I want a bottle
Patron...
The Dom P'erigon
of tequila...
ggglgggl...hiccup...
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Post by pegesus on Dec 31, 2007 23:00:54 GMT -6
where you sleeping tonight.....bed or couch? ? |
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Post by anirbas on Dec 31, 2007 23:30:45 GMT -6
my sweet
cause it's neat and small
twin mattress in the floor...
not where I'd like to be sleeping...ggglgggl...shutting up...
'fore I get myself in trouble or start talking dirrty...sheesh...
I'm wasted...I'm a wastrel...no, I'ma wasted wastrel...ggglgggl...
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Post by pegesus on Dec 31, 2007 23:36:24 GMT -6
good heavens. lady nir....if one glass does that to you.....WOW....wasted wastrel you be......oh rats
been sneezing all day and night long....either allergy or cold coming on.....rats...rats...rats
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Post by wistfuldragon on Jan 2, 2008 3:21:21 GMT -6
My dear lovely Ladies of the quill...you delight me...in all things... bringing with you a most wanted smile gracing this dragon face... ;D  ;D ;D ;D |
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Post by pegesus on Jan 2, 2008 10:29:03 GMT -6
yessss.....another smile...mission accomplished....another smile
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Post by anirbas on Jan 2, 2008 11:44:03 GMT -6
ggglgggl...yeppers, a wasted wastrel was I the other night...
a bit of Patron and I was weaving down the road in my truck...
as luck would have it, I got the wheels straightened up
just before I crossed the bridge...as three coppers
came flying over the bridge, lights blazing
and sirens blaring...and home, I made it...
blessed and good I live so close...
but, I chased that bit of high dollar Patron',
with a sip more, or two, perhaps it was three...
of Jose' Cuervo, after I entered my cave
and shut the door...
suffice it to say...
this lady isn't much of a
drinker, anymore...
doesn't take much
to make me fuzzy
as a navel with lint in it...
I remember, back in the day,
having the ability to down
scotch, neat...no ice, please...
glass after glass...
happy and blessed
I can't do that, anymore...
drat...mini-me still isn't out of bed...
and it's almost twelve...that little rascal
is under the impression she's sleeping beauty...
giggles and grins to my ladies, M and M...
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Post by wistfuldragon on Jan 2, 2008 14:55:25 GMT -6
echoing those giggles and grins to both of you as well...
TAG YOU'RE IT...however is next to post...
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Post by pegesus on Jan 2, 2008 15:55:06 GMT -6
i dont want to be "IT".....he's all hairy and short......
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Post by anirbas on Jan 2, 2008 17:14:56 GMT -6
hehehehehe...not cousin IT...
not and never you...
tis like when we were kids...
playing tag...and screaming TAG!
YOU'RE IT, at the person next touched...
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