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Post by amycando on Dec 21, 2006 21:58:34 GMT -6
Here is the last one I did right apparently before they were deleted: jolly, helpless, midnight, sunshine, rain
In the day, I love sunshine, at midnight rain tapping a random rhythm on my roof While I lie helplessly in your arms my heart so jolly it feels like it may defect from me and float away on a dreamy remembrance of loving you.
door, shut, hover, contact, pace
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Post by Sam on Dec 22, 2006 10:07:28 GMT -6
door, shut, hover, contact, pace If you want to make contact, don't hover around the door, come on in and shut it behind you. At the pace we were moving we would still be looking at each other this time next year. The mistletoe is just inside. Sam happy, loving, children, smiling, joy
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Post by amycando on Dec 23, 2006 17:38:42 GMT -6
happy, loving, children, smiling, joy
Happy children, smiling with glee full of joy this is the sight I'll be loving at the Christmas Pagent tomorrow night.
purple, lipstick, garden, sneak, creak
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Post by soulfir3 on Dec 29, 2006 0:56:41 GMT -6
purple, lipstick, garden, sneak, creak
Should I sneak, into your garden of green and hear the soft creak of the gate, counting under my breath to the number ten, until I was assured, I was alone once again with lipstick in hand I would outline those horrid statues you claim too adore, in this most hidious shade of purple
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revenge, cold, sweet, defiant, child
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Post by amycando on Dec 29, 2006 21:07:42 GMT -6
revenge, cold, sweet, defiant, child
Revenge is cold and never sweet, those who engage in it are defiant to life like a child, but not in an endearing way.
vibrant, sunshine, gloves, piano, soak
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Post by soulfir3 on Dec 29, 2006 21:42:07 GMT -6
vibrant, sunshine, gloves, piano, soak
Too lay back and soak in the vibrant rays of sunshine ebbed only by the ever persistant, but weary clouds of nochalant whites and tinged greys swirling with unpromised tears for the earth, so thirsty below with glove cloaked hands, fingers shall stroke the ivory bound keys of the grand old piano thrumming with it's harmonic charm calling the rain to fall in it's own hypnotic rhythm
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honey, apples, tea, fingers, flowers
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Post by amycando on Dec 30, 2006 20:04:27 GMT -6
honey, apples, tea, fingers, flowers
As I leaned in to pour her tea the aroma of apples wafted up from her hair She giggled as she made a mess dispensing the honey that had her fingers quite stuck together whenever she is around my mind is transported to sunshine and spring flowers. A delightful presence can be such an oasis in this churning world.
bend, night, timbre, nutshell, green
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Post by anirbas on Jan 2, 2007 23:17:55 GMT -6
in a nutshell i bend my ear to the timbre of the evening... straining to hear it... listening for the sound of growing...
did you know green things and flowers grow, not by the harsh light of day, but at night? In the glimmer of moonbeams and starlight?
~*~
rigid*day*dissonance*auditorium*red
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Post by amycando on Jan 4, 2007 14:47:54 GMT -6
rigid*day*dissonance*auditorium*red
I said to her,"is it my dissonance or your own that has you so troubled" she ducked into the auditorium door and out of the blustery day with a rigid and dramatic stomp and a face red hot with anger, and I felt sorry that her regard for humble honesty, if it existed at all, was so blotted out by her embrace of, and belief in the lie so many believe, that we need to be defensive with each other to protect ourselves.
cast, haze, lose, precept, mocking
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Post by soulfir3 on Jan 4, 2007 15:03:49 GMT -6
cast, haze, lose, precept, mocking
looking past the mocking gaze, you have cast my way with those shallow and blind words you seem to think, shall appease my anger and lay a new path which you may stray onto haze of loving embraces are nothing of which to be proud - even a whore can find a loving moment from a stranger within the crowds your precept, for which there is always an excuse seems to allow your sense of guilt and retribution - to lose.
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redundant, broke, winter, moonlight, pond
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Post by anirbas on Jan 4, 2007 19:43:26 GMT -6
in the winter moonlight i sink into thinking... how redundant i am always broke...
LOL
abundant*rich*summer*sunlight*ocean
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Post by amycando on Jan 4, 2007 21:54:44 GMT -6
abundant*rich*summer*sunlight*ocean
I long for the days of feeling the warm ocean washing the sand from my feet as I walk along the shore. Oh summer how I miss you days abundant with sunlight a rich tan on my skin. Ah, summer is my time of year, born in the spring, in love with the summer.
pulse, pain, auburn, conflict, posing
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Post by anirbas on Jan 5, 2007 6:48:34 GMT -6
my pain is posing as a poem... my pulse is posing as a sign of life... my auburn hair grows a silver crown... and the conflict never stops and just lays down...
~*~
comatose*euphoria*black*happiness*real
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Post by dawness on Jan 5, 2007 8:26:23 GMT -6
such euphoria of a dance trance can leave one comatose, brain dead when the reverie glows in a dark, drunken spell, everyone unsure if happiness is real. dragged--- fountain--- mosque--- offguard--- seashell
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Post by amycando on Jan 5, 2007 21:09:37 GMT -6
dragged--- fountain--- mosque--- off-guard--- seashell
I'm tired of seeing God get dragged into humanities squabbles. I wish I had some truly clever words that would catch everyone off-guard and make them realize that maybe God is in the Church, the synagogue, in the mosque because we call him there but maybe he's more apt to be found in the seashell or a water fountain or a waterfall or hear him singing bright and gay in the tune of a songbird if we took the beauty of nature to be his expression to us , instead of trying to assert his alliance with us in our childish human feuds.
infrequent, upsurge, mirth, bristling, almost
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Post by anirbas on Jan 6, 2007 0:53:08 GMT -6
infrequent, upsurge, mirth, bristling, almost
The infrequent upsurge of mirth in people whom are almost always bristling, does not bode well; it is simply the rare calm before another spell of rage explodes like a bomb.
~*~
reliable*downdraft*anger*hairless*always
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Post by soulfir3 on Jan 6, 2007 1:31:42 GMT -6
reliable*downdraft*anger*hairless*always
reliable as the downdraft, caused by summery mountain breezes I watch the birds dive and spiral in the sky wings outstretched chirping, beautifully echoing their mates lullabies anger shrieks as the raven swoops within this sacred circle of family others group in protective stance with their unison of voices and hairless dance wings outstretched as they intimidate always a group of one made from a group of many never dancing alone, until it's time to retreat home in the shades of night time where even then, their voices are plenty
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manifested, gossip, coffee, cake, kisses
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Post by amycando on Jan 6, 2007 16:18:49 GMT -6
manifested, gossip, coffee, cake, kisses
Some women are into coffee cake and gossip, they are alien creatures to me, I didn't even do tea parties as a child you could find me down by the creek swinging across on a rope like any good little tomboy. Shopping? Not my thing either. Decorating? forget about it! I doubt I have ever manifested a girly bone in this body except that one brief period I did it just so no-one could ever say I hadn't tried to explore my feminine side. Some women are for friendship, and some are for kisses.
thorns, reality, undiluted, offer, scent
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Post by anirbas on Jan 6, 2007 20:57:24 GMT -6
thorns, reality, undiluted, offer, scent
The thorns of undiluted reality offer up not the scent of precious blooms; but of entrapment, necrosis and stagnation.
~*~
roses, illusion, distilled, rescind, neutralizer
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Post by amycando on Jan 7, 2007 8:30:56 GMT -6
roses, illusion, distilled, rescind, neutralizer
When I think of you I do wish I could make illusion real, because then a dozen roses would win me your heart but reality is a great neutralizer of any boldness that would have me doing the foolish things my heart longs for instead I send you camouflaged I love yous distilled into something smaller and sweeter but not overwhelming something that seems to rescind anything beyond the most innocent something that can be marked within the boundaries of acceptable or appropriate something that does not mark me as guilty of loving you.
sultry, mixed, hues, perception, vapor
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Post by anirbas on Jan 7, 2007 11:50:18 GMT -6
sultry, mixed, hues, perception, vapor
The sultry mixed hues of perception rise as vapor rises from the surface of a pond; wispy, tendriled clouds of desires, needs and wants... Rising into the vast nothingness of the atmosphere...
~*~
undesirable*singular*monochromatic*thoughtless*solid
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Post by amycando on Jan 7, 2007 20:02:51 GMT -6
undesirable*singular*monochromatic*thoughtless*solid
I would find fame most undesirable I think I should rather live a life that is singular and monochromatic than be so routinely barraged with the attention of my fellow humans as would lend it self so severely toward becoming addicted to the attention and ultimately the approval. I don't mean to say that it is wrong to receive the attention and approval or even to enjoy it. . . but I think the line can quickly thoughtlessly blur into an addiction of sorts. The approval of the people is volatile, fragile, fickle, not solid and reliable. the approval of God, most accessible to our understanding in the person of Jesus, is dependable and of course our own approval, which will never lead us away from our integrity, these will never cause one to be untrue to self and they will never leave us.
scent, secret, wood, illusions, shadow
No offense to anyone who has another understanding of God, other that Christian, intended and otherwise Note that I point to Jesus as portrayed in the gospels not what some factions of christianity have used religion for.
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Post by dawness on Jan 9, 2007 7:51:17 GMT -6
scent, secret, wood, illusions, shadow
i have no illusion about the scent of your secret paradise where linen leaves fly like wooden kites, the shadows mirroring the fragrance of your lamps.
DESIRE/ LANTERNS/ SERENADE/ ICINGS/ MOURNFULLY
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Post by Sam on Jan 9, 2007 10:54:45 GMT -6
DESIRE/ LANTERNS/ SERENADE/ ICINGS/ MOURNFULLY
I mournfully watch you in peaceful sleep. My desire for you running high. I wish I had the courage to just reach over and wake you, suggest we light the lanterns and build up the fires.... I would serenade you every night, and lavish your body with heavenly icings, taking my slow sweet time .... to awaken you, arouse you, infuse you.... over and over again, taking you with me to the special place we once loved to go, but now for some reason, only seem to talk about, if we ever talk at all...
The moment is passing now and I turn my back to you, pulling the covers tight around me. I lay in the cold darkness wondering what happened to the fires....
Sam
transform, ignite, flowers, echoes, laughter
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Post by soulfir3 on Jan 10, 2007 1:20:04 GMT -6
transform, ignite, flowers, echoes, laughter
transform these dewy flowers into echoes of laughter and glittering memories framed by good fortune ignite the desire, flaming under the thin layering of soul where sun shines rising hopes and dreams, of those who stare from distant horizons reaching for what they can not see, yet do not fear
happiness, chocolate, movies, rain, thunder
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Post by Sam on Jan 10, 2007 12:36:09 GMT -6
happiness, chocolate, movies, rain, thunder Movies in the rain thunder storms and chocolate thoughts fill my mind with happiness today as I look back on days gone by, I think of you and smile! Sam envelopes, treasure, visions, playtime, nostalgia
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Post by amycando on Jan 10, 2007 20:04:14 GMT -6
envelopes, treasure, visions, playtime, nostalgia
Nostalgia is not a hobby of mine maybe an occasional visitor I don't think of my past as the good old days. I do however worry when I look ahead and see the time I have left that I still have a chance to make these the good days is slipping away. In the past my playtime was wasted time, not treasures. my visions of the near future are of goals that envelope my life so that even my playtime could be put to good use.
tenuous, good, skin. melody, silent
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Post by dawness on Jan 11, 2007 6:32:32 GMT -6
tenuous, good, skin. melody, silent
for such a tenuous tiff, let us just kiss in the melody of rain rushing on our skin. so soft, so silent, so sillky all over the body
GLOSSY/ ALTAR/CHAMOMILE/ SHORE/ GLITTER
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Post by anirbas on Jan 11, 2007 10:56:36 GMT -6
GLOSSY/ ALTAR/CHAMOMILE/ SHORE/ GLITTER
On my knees before a glossy altar of onyx; it's surface, glitter kissed with the dripped jewels of my heart's blessedly bitter blood...
My eyes view the sacrifice... The still twitching organ once housed behind the fretwork of my ribcage... My eyes view the sacrifice...
But see nothing beyond the mystery of a tomorrow on another shore, in the near distant future... Today, is what I fear... Not what is yet to be...
My thoughts lulled, placated as jangled, jittery nerves served up a cup of honey laced chamomile tea, wandering through the striations of my mental meditations...
I scoop my heart up from it's altared nest... Shove it apathetically back into my chest... A treasure I shall carry to bequeathe to he whom has waited so long for it...
~*~
espresso*espression*epaulette*elephant*effervescent
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Post by Sam on Jan 12, 2007 9:23:50 GMT -6
HUH?
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