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Post by soulfir3 on Mar 5, 2007 16:01:03 GMT -6
encounter, journey, smile, trick, time
I walk solemnly, those few brief moments clouded by soft walls of my dreams that sweet innocent smile, lingering on your lips giving me courage; acceptance of a journey not yet imprinted by my own touch a trick in time taints my thoughts, caught in torrent winds of nightmare the acidic taste of fire catches on my tongue, I feel the rain against my flesh; but there are no clouds merely tears hazing my vision
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pansy, daffodil, rose, cupid, hearts
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Post by anirbas on Mar 12, 2007 11:00:44 GMT -6
an odd flower garden... cupid pink roses, butter yellow daffodils, and one pansy growing in the middle... faces like unfurled hearts turned to the sun...
~*~
red, green, yellow, blue, purple
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Post by soulfir3 on Mar 13, 2007 14:53:58 GMT -6
red, green, yellow, blue, purple
red, the colour of vibrant hearts, painted on the outside of cards which so many shall find comfort within, drawing green eyed monsters from hearts of others left by the wayside collective thoughts on wasted money, yellow is the hue of carnations, lining window sills in silent reconciliations which crime did he commit on this un-rare occasion ? blue gathers at the edge of purple tones like silent marching soldiers deep, penetrating protusions a "man's" mark
~ truth, sincere, paper, contract, witness
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Post by anirbas on Mar 13, 2007 21:00:18 GMT -6
i am the sincere truth... i am the contract... i am the witness of the signature laid wet across paper... i am the moment that ripped the document asunder... i am the biggest lie ever told... i am insecure and bold... i am nothing to many and something to one or two... i used to believe i was a poet... able to word dance, most adroit... now i believe, i just thought that...
LOL
common*access*shoe*thoughts*methods?
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Post by soulfir3 on Mar 13, 2007 21:29:42 GMT -6
common*access*shoe*thoughts*methods
methodical thinking, led me too believe your words were no more than lies lame attempt of pulling the wool over the sheeps eyes - access too a world full of riches, left you assuming that it was yours too take sticky fingers - a new nickname for you common allegations of grandly pursued crimes thoughts for no one else, but your sickly self centred mind methods unthinkable - cruelties against the innocent un-named vicious retribution for turn of the hand cowardice outset, you've run away the shoe fits perfectly - we'll catch you .. one of these days
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spandex, running, sports, splinters, feet
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Post by amycando on Mar 16, 2007 18:14:07 GMT -6
spandex, running, sports, splinters, feet
I'm wearing my spandex tonight and I've been running a race but not of sports and what splinters I have found in my haste are not in my feet . . . but my soul.
slung, words, fighting, external, corner
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Post by soulfir3 on Mar 16, 2007 20:36:35 GMT -6
slung, words, fighting, external, corner
In my corner I stand fighting external demons lurch too near, striking with fists and words I am forced into retreating away from where other's can not hear acid hatred slung from those I once proudly called friends lewd and fithly suggestions, turning stomach cold with inappropiate appreciation
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moral, healing, blood, family, water
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Post by soulfir3 on Mar 18, 2007 16:04:35 GMT -6
moral, healing, blood, family, water
blood is thicker than water, and yet the ties of family fray and disperse far from the base of my home tree, roots ruptured with torture exposed too failing light only words of corruption linger closely, leaving wounds open and blighed healing - they tell me will come with time but i do not have it, all that should have mattered, has passed and eroded down trodden under your feet and mine
blood is thicker than water - there's a moral here I'm sure, if only the blood in my veins hadn't been weakened transfused uncaringly between my heart and yours
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Post by amycando on Mar 18, 2007 19:51:11 GMT -6
Soul interesting new avatar! slain, portray, mine, edge, conceal
I will see that fire breathing dragon, that is the future I fear, slain that carcass of empty threat is mine, it cannot conceal the nothing that it is and it is going down over the edge into the abyss of fears that were never realized because the one who entertained them, ceased to do so. Faith on the other hand portrays a future, where I have taken back my power from fear invested it in faith in God and in myself and found the ways, peculiar to myself, that my challenges might be handled successfully.
lightening, silent, float, softer, telling
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Post by anirbas on Mar 18, 2007 20:19:14 GMT -6
silent lightening of the night sky to a softer translucent shade of blue...another evening gone, another story in the telling told, too; another morning coming to float yet another day of joyful mystery and veiled heartache in front of us...
~*~
duped*shafted*framed*dishonored*screwed
[gigglegiggle]
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Post by amycando on Mar 20, 2007 17:01:39 GMT -6
duped*shafted*framed*dishonored*screwed
humankind has been duped, shafted, framed, screwed, and totally dishonored by. . . itself. The Cosmos, God, Universal Intelligence, whatever, smiles on it's babies, and shakes it's head wondering when we will stop trying to escape being who we are, trying not to be responsible for our flaws and mistakes or trying to atone for them so that we are "even steven" or trying not to be guilty of them at all by a winning argument that places the blame elsewhere. In short spending all our time obsessing over our guilt instead of spending time using our goodness to make the world a better place.
tattered, merge, responsive, heart, realm
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Post by anirbas on Mar 20, 2007 19:14:12 GMT -6
tattered heart is no longer responsive to living in a realm governed by the malaise of yesterdays... tattered heart would rather divide, not conquer; diverge, not merge... not a matter of bitterness or a lack of forgiveness, that emotion is unconditionally sacrosanct and always freely given by the tattered heart... sometimes, everyone needs a fresh start... no less, for the tattered heart... no longer a doormat... or anyone's pet on a chain... just because a heart is tattered... doesn't mean it's into pain without gain... ~*~
bower*tower*flower*lower*mower
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Post by amycando on Mar 20, 2007 19:41:32 GMT -6
bower*tower*flower*lower*mower
He gazed up at the chain of flowers hanging from the bower window of the tower And said"What am I supposed to do with these weeds?!" and then: "Rapunzel Rapunzel lower your hair!" to which she replied: "not tonight dear I have a headache. . . you know from the last time you nearly yanked it out of my head climbing up here." Just then the gardener happened by and caught and tore asunder the chain of flowers on his medieval mower.
orchestra, rivulets, spire, delirium, downpour
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Post by anirbas on Mar 21, 2007 0:15:52 GMT -6
gigglegigglegiggle...heheheheehe...that's some funnnnnny stuff, Amy... jeepers! i think you blew my flip flops off, girl! let's see what i can do with that list... ~*~ from the spire of delirium a downpour of musical rivulets spilled as the orchestra tuned up to play on the balcony, from the spire of delirium ~*~ i'm fresh out of ideas here AC... braindead and all that rot...LOL... cutlery*stable*sink*pink* ?salary
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Post by amycando on Mar 23, 2007 16:47:24 GMT -6
cutlery*stable*sink*pink*?salary My salary is meager but my heart is eager to please you you direct please, darling, your judgment, more stable for the doing I am able let me sink down onto the bed cutlery in hand and cut the pretty pink pants and I know my next line it involves my tongue . . . but it is non-verbal.
toes, intuition, drips, intricate, arises
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Post by soulfir3 on Mar 23, 2007 20:25:43 GMT -6
toes, intuition, drips, intricate, arises
sinewy intuition drives the mind of my dictator, his soft pliant fingers rolling over flesh slow, deliberate drips of water on skin, rolls down over finger tips brushing against abdomen, constricts with tenuous pain, intricate patterns formed within the ice holding me captive - my dictators mouth flutters into a cold smile my heart beat dips once.. twice toes curling tightly as heat supersedes not with pleasure, trying too fight the coursing coldness of the water intimately deliberate drips - without conscious regret or need
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simple, Sunday, lunch, friends, champagne
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Post by anirbas on Mar 23, 2007 21:04:02 GMT -6
simple, Sunday, lunch, friends, champagne
a simple dream of mine
lunch on Sunday afternoon with you and our friends around a table sharing a repast of chocolate wedding cake and Dom Perignon champagne in graceful fluted glasses
it's probably insane of me and you, too, quite possibly to dare to dream this will someday be something more than it is... reality, not fantasy...
~*~
confusion*imperative*reigns*input*preferred?
[ggglgggl...i'm running out of word ideas...]
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Post by amycando on Mar 23, 2007 22:00:31 GMT -6
Okay, Sabrina, Here is a link to where I go it's on a womyns forum but it'd a poem generator it give you options to what kind of poem but what it really throws up there on the page for you are words and phrases, that's where i'm getting my words i just pick them off the page:
www.melswebs.com/generators/poemgenerators.htm
confusion*imperative*reigns*input*preferred?
It is really imperative that neither the heart or mind reigns, Their equality or really rather their struggle for dominance of the person may seem to cause turmoil or confusion but it is the bickering input of these opposite approaches to life that is to be preferred. It makes all of our decisions genuine, honestly considered, not just the same old answer pasted in when the circumstance really called for fresh consideration.
taste, sings, devour, enigma, watching
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Post by anirbas on Mar 23, 2007 22:33:48 GMT -6
[thanks, Aims...loads of words in my head... just sometimes, the slate is wiped clean in the there... and I can barely remember my dratted name...LOL...at worst, stress kills...at best, it makes one highly forgetful...t-he... now, where were we?]
taste, sings, devour, enigma, watching
watching an enigma devour itself is something i've never developed a taste for i'd rather sit in a tree with a bird that sings out of tune and off-key songs in my ear night and day...than to watch an enigma devour itself for one split second
~*~
proposition*premonition*plural*cardinal*juggle
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Post by amycando on Mar 24, 2007 7:32:17 GMT -6
proposition*premonition*plural*cardinal*juggle
I'm not going to juggle a proposition and a premonition It may be a cardinal flaw of mine but I'd rather play it safe and refrain from seeking any intimacy with someone than face another rejection. The times I 've made a proposition and had it turn into rejection are plural, and I'd like to keep the numbers down and my heart in one piece.
force, focus, dreams, desires, bickering
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Post by amycando on Mar 25, 2007 20:13:31 GMT -6
force, focus, dreams, desires, bickering
Desires are a force to be reckoned with they can creep into your mind at the wrong time and spirit you away in dreams only to be startled back to the moment by embarrassment, in your own mind, bickering with your heart, that your focus could be so easily abducted from important things before you to traipse the terrain of fruitless dreaming in the land of lust.
fringe, melancholy, illusion, meaning, innocence
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Post by anirbas on Mar 25, 2007 20:42:37 GMT -6
fringe, melancholy, illusion, meaning, innocence
~*~
To search the fringe of illusion and melancholy seeking the meaning of innocence, is at best, a fruitless endeavor... Innocence like truth... Cannot be easily defined... It means something entirely different to each individual soul... What one person perceives as innocence, another sees as vile and wicked...Yes?
~*~
tupperware*chainsaw*stethoscope*canvas*telephone
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Post by soulfir3 on Mar 25, 2007 23:11:50 GMT -6
tupperware*chainsaw*stethoscope*canvas*telephone
From tupperware to the humble telephone, these uppity salesman, waltz up the foot path towards my quietly kept home, canvas their foot prints all over my lawn toothy gawked smiles give little comfort, I pray they will quickly be gone and just as I think, they might just make it - a chainsaw growl emits from beyond the bush - ragged and harsh as large as a swine and unfriendly too boot my dear mastiff, Alli, comes galloping aloof plastered in sheeting white, dear suave salesman, skuttles back down the path clearing the bush and the gate, I wonder if I should offer him a stethoscope.. in which he can count his heartbeat's pace
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curious, cat, cream, cuddles, claws
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Post by amycando on Mar 30, 2007 22:20:59 GMT -6
curious, cat, cream, cuddles, claws
Oddly enough I can find quite a few catlike things about myself but the cat is not one of my favorites, I have one, but I'd rather have a dog. I do have a curious side although it is not mainly concerned with other peoples business, at least not for malicious purposes, and mostly in that instance for learning more about what makes us humans tick. I guess I'm like my cat when she cuddles but I dare say I'd rather do it much more often than that aloof creature. I do like my cream in this life, and yes I'm being intentionally vague on that one. Claws, mine rarely seen, except in defense of another.
wonder, pour, create, whisper, scintillating
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Post by anirbas on Apr 2, 2007 21:57:07 GMT -6
*Soul, you worked that slew of silly words I left, quite well!*
wonder, pour, create, whisper, scintillating
scintillating your whisper in the shell of my ear... with your voice, you pour wonder there... that trickles to my brain to create wonder there that trickles to my heart to trickle into my soul...to create more wonder...scintillating... your whisper in the shell of my ear...thank God, I'm not deaf...
~*~
arriviste*nation*writers*lacy*dictionary?
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Post by anirbas on Apr 6, 2007 10:06:57 GMT -6
An arriviste, landing in a nation of writers whose brains are lacy as swiss cheese with the fuzzy fusstiness of reading through one dictionary page to many... Sleep deprived from writing or reading way to much and way to late the night before... Yes, an arriviste landing in a nation such as this... Might think themselves surrounded by a nation of sleepwalkers at times...LOL...
~*~
happy*enlightened*ignorance*subtracts*humanity
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Post by amycando on Apr 6, 2007 14:21:26 GMT -6
happy*enlightened*ignorance*subtracts*humanity
I wish humanity as a whole could be happy and enlightened but I don't ever think it will be not as an overwhelming group for the most part. the day we've all arrived at all the right conclusions the day that signals everything is known and stamped with concurrence, is pretty much the day we're done here. I'm not saying I know what the end of the world will be like or that we'll all be in the know by then, but if we were, it's pretty much over on this plane of existence. A physical realm without the edge of discontent becomes reruns of happily ever after. Nope when it's all figured out it's definitely time to shed the cumbersome material plane. Too much happiness subtracts from humanity in physical form we have need to be forever becoming, not become to be forever overcoming not on top of the mountain . . . nothing to do there once the gloating is over. All that said, by all means, we should all work for peace, enlightenment, and and end to poverty, I'd never suggest that we wallow in ignorance, nor endeavor to stay where we are; rather I seek to point out the illusive nature of the idea of making our individual worlds and the world, at large, into perfect utopia.
untamed, fire, anomalies, glide, friction
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Post by anirbas on Apr 6, 2007 23:01:09 GMT -6
anomalies in nature cause friction with the fire of their untamed dna structuring
glisande*eggs*spatula*waltz*towel
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Post by anirbas on Apr 11, 2007 8:18:11 GMT -6
I glisande across eggs broken into shells across a cracked floor. I waltz with a broom, a mop, a towel wisking away tomfoolery, indiscretionisms and acts of lost lunacy...In the real world, I walk a path of shattered prisms of glass and twists of razor wire...Broken eggs are nothing but a thing to me, de rigor to the mafia cleaner...The governor makes fantasy's mishaps and minions, seem nothing more than situations and characters in a fartytale... Yes, I meant to spell, fairytale, the way the word smells... You havn't seen anything, til you know what's real... Real is about to hit you, between the eyes... I, too, can wear the smile of vapidly blank disguise...
~*~
invigorating*awakenings*refreshing*stimulating*dreamer
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Post by Sam on Apr 11, 2007 14:51:29 GMT -6
invigorating*awakenings*refreshing*stimulating*dreamer
Join me in my invigorating, yet highly stimulating, seemingly neverending awakenings.... I can promise you a mesmerizing, yet deceitfully hypnotizing, refreshing, though somewhat scandalizing adventure for such a short sided dreamer.... Did you really believe I wouldn't see all of your little childish disguises, through my third eye's vision? You have got to be kidding me....
Sam
fake, identity, locusts, frogs, crevice
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