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Post by Sam on Feb 1, 2007 9:03:09 GMT -6
The spirit is willing
the body is now free
roaming the world
with dignity....
Sam
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Post by anirbas on Feb 2, 2007 8:37:42 GMT -6
you dress me like an empress in the threads
of your love; enrobe me warmly in the voluminous mantle
of your white spirit, your valorious purple heart
pinned to it as a precious brooch, I proudly wear
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Post by Sam on Feb 2, 2007 11:04:08 GMT -6
Will you be my Valentine,
if only for the day?
A big red heart and chocolate
and a smile to rule the day....
Sam
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Post by dawness on Feb 2, 2007 11:40:06 GMT -6
toss a tiny teddy bear to me
today is hug time and
you are unbearably withdrawn
like your shadow glooming
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Post by Sam on Feb 2, 2007 13:33:15 GMT -6
We need the shadow to shade our head when the sun bears down on a summer's day... Sam  |
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Post by dawness on Feb 4, 2007 4:40:57 GMT -6
butterflies collect at my feet spiraling up mid air to take me where fingers meet the hands of light and it is so early in the morning |
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Post by dawness on Feb 4, 2007 4:42:40 GMT -6
i like my sunday omelet soft, please
friday was tough as refrigerated steak
so bear with me, bless me
with one day of sweetness sweet
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Post by dawness on Feb 4, 2007 15:44:50 GMT -6
how could forever be forever
when day after day
there comes another day
beginnig and ending. stopping.
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Post by soulfir3 on Feb 5, 2007 1:00:54 GMT -6
the river has disappeared
and the well has long dried up
the sun keeps beating down
and the clouds bring not a drop
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Post by dawness on Feb 5, 2007 7:53:34 GMT -6
count backwards
and all the years will
bring us to womblike existence
where all that is undiluted was named after innocence
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Post by Sam on Feb 5, 2007 13:53:19 GMT -6
Another day of my life
is coming to a close...
year after year
life just flows....
Sam
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Post by dawness on Feb 6, 2007 8:58:03 GMT -6
then breathe with me
all that is untainted, unrefined
so in the end of each sigh
i shall be ever purified
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Post by Sam on Feb 6, 2007 12:42:14 GMT -6
In reality nothing ever dies it only changes as it crosses to the other side..... Sam |
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Post by dawness on Feb 6, 2007 18:30:23 GMT -6
face that ghost disguised as fear
sweat blood if you must
or forever lie in living hell
where soul covers the light
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Post by anirbas on Feb 7, 2007 10:29:35 GMT -6
*CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!*
EXCELLENT JOB, LADIES!!!!!!!!
~*~
dame up out of her cheap seat in the balcony,
clapping, whistling and feet stomping at the poetical flow...
ribboning through the last several posts in this thread...
amazing, happenchance coincidental ryhthm...beats falling naturally...
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Post by dawness on Feb 8, 2007 8:50:53 GMT -6
your muse is breathing
dare i tell you
sabs
you're next??? LOL
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Post by dawness on Feb 10, 2007 0:34:18 GMT -6
meet me at the station af five
where we can sit side by side
watching the pool of bodies around us
not touching each other
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Post by dawness on Feb 12, 2007 13:35:10 GMT -6
i say, "yo, yo" rockers and rappers' time to pump the volume wake us up from snoring |
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Post by DavidMc on Feb 12, 2007 16:17:52 GMT -6
Most men are pathetic beasts
all they want to do is fuck and fall asleep
Been there ... done that
Now I'm moving on.........................................
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Post by DavidMc on Feb 12, 2007 17:23:31 GMT -6
They're trembling
So much want to play
but they are cowards in the corner
maybe 'Ill post something yesterday...
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Post by anirbas on Feb 12, 2007 23:46:13 GMT -6
reading the writing on the wall, giggling
as to myself I'm thinking...someone was feeling
frisky today...and it shows in his wordplay...
got more? is all I have left to say, but I'm still giggling...
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Post by soulfir3 on Feb 13, 2007 5:31:45 GMT -6
pearls of white, line your grave
soft velvet flowers, a reminder of your life
happy smiling angels, giving their grace
one wish i have left, too see a smile on your face
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Post by soulfir3 on Feb 13, 2007 5:34:53 GMT -6
i knew, before the had doctor spoken
the fate which lay before you
brave words given as the
emotional torrent of loss was broken
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Post by dawness on Feb 13, 2007 9:14:05 GMT -6
my wings don't want to fly
not just yet
the kite's threads
knotted my dreams
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Post by anirbas on Feb 13, 2007 12:31:26 GMT -6
to be the woman unknown, scorned, not wanted...Leah...
to be the woman passionately longed for unrequitedly...Rachel...
to be the woman with one foot situationally in both camps...
is to be a walking, juxtapositional, living, breathing oxymoron...
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Post by dawness on Feb 14, 2007 4:47:30 GMT -6
bible and poetry are the same
they speak of timeless themes
about love and pain
being unconditional
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Post by dawness on Feb 15, 2007 21:48:12 GMT -6
no questions asked everytime you dangle your bone of " please?" like a carrot on a stick why do i always comply? |
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Post by soulfir3 on Feb 15, 2007 22:22:34 GMT -6
give me
air too breathe,
time to heal and then,
perhaps we have a future
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Post by soulfir3 on Feb 15, 2007 22:23:15 GMT -6
take these shards of my heart
into the palm of your virgin hands
feel the sharp heel of it's pain
press past your naive exterior
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Post by Sam on Feb 16, 2007 8:14:24 GMT -6
This has been the longest week,
and as I sit here in reflection
I am grateful to say out loud....
TGIF!TGIF!TGIF!TGIF!TGIF!TGIF!
Sam
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