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Post by Sam on Mar 16, 2007 15:30:44 GMT -6
Ok. So my life is not rainbows and lollipops
but it is sometimes, and it will be again,
at least in my mind that is what I see,
and that is all that matters to me!
Sam
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Post by soulfir3 on Mar 17, 2007 7:05:39 GMT -6
under the false protection of the moon,
i sought comfort with your presence
unaware of the true intent, laid in your touch
under the waning embers of valentinos moon
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Post by dawness on Mar 19, 2007 11:31:32 GMT -6
absent and mindless
unmindful of that which matters
for now, i am somewhere
inside my own fetus
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Post by dawness on Mar 21, 2007 11:56:46 GMT -6
whether you take me away
from cobwebs or spider nests
of life's dressy dreams
just take me in one big piece
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Post by anirbas on Mar 22, 2007 0:24:38 GMT -6
i am so tired i feel like i've been tired...
in a dire circumstance, flattened by a tire...
tired and left wearing tread by the tire that did me trod...
or would that be tread? i dunno...i'm officially braindead and bound for bed...LOL
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Post by soulfir3 on Mar 22, 2007 2:06:50 GMT -6
bleary eyes awaken from the hazy
rolls of dreaming, fingers groping into
the blinding unfiltered light
creepy silent feeling of de'ja vu
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Post by anirbas on Mar 22, 2007 7:39:35 GMT -6
I went to bed but my head wouldn't hit shut-down mode...
So, toss and turn and turn and toss I did, instead of sleeping...
Thoughts of dross not floss overflowing the confines of my cranium
like oil slicked flotsam and jetsom spread across the face of an ocean...
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Post by anirbas on Mar 22, 2007 9:46:51 GMT -6
moments spent in your company though commandeered
and purloined, are not and never ever, stolen...
I'm free where it counts...in my head, heart and spirit...
my moments are not stolen...they are mine to take...
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Post by Sam on Mar 22, 2007 9:53:31 GMT -6
What a rainy dismal day we have here today!
A pefect day for friends like us
to gather and rally 'round,
with loving thoughts of each other.
Sam
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Post by Sam on Mar 22, 2007 9:59:27 GMT -6
Hearts open wide and receive with gratitude the giving, healing light we send out today to you.... Sam and Crew  |
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Post by dawness on Mar 22, 2007 13:52:16 GMT -6
if only bliss had another name
it would comparable to the sweetness
of june, the budding of brooks
and seamless thoughts of you.
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Post by soulfir3 on Mar 22, 2007 15:18:34 GMT -6
I did not know I had lost you,
until from amongst the chaos
you stepped and surrounded me,
giving me safe haven from the night
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Post by anirbas on Mar 22, 2007 22:57:27 GMT -6
I found my freedom where I least expected to...
And the last place I looked...Inside myself, not outside...
Freedom isn't a destination, a time, or place on the map...
It's here inside me, in my head, heart and spirit...
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Post by DavidMc on Mar 24, 2007 1:01:48 GMT -6
In a garden
Grew a Rose
Strangled
By its thorns.
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Post by soulfir3 on Mar 24, 2007 2:26:02 GMT -6
the thorns are my life source,
drawing from me mortal vitality -
watch it pool in beads upon finger tips,
falling in grace away from my pulse
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Post by dawness on Mar 24, 2007 14:51:39 GMT -6
for now
as an orphan
i carry the child in me
she laughs
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Post by DavidMc on Mar 27, 2007 6:15:43 GMT -6
 Poetry is a waste of time My new occupation is basket weaving Going to store all my poems in a waste basket I wove myself  |
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Post by dawness on Mar 27, 2007 15:01:34 GMT -6
waste basket, david? with all the cobwebs crumpling your paper thoughts how about basket case??? kidding!!!! |
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Post by soulfir3 on Mar 28, 2007 4:10:43 GMT -6
crumpled bits of paper, lay on my floor
each scrawled with an idea onto it,
until i could think no more - until another hits
no it's not quite right - it too joins its companions upon the floor |
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Post by soulfir3 on Mar 28, 2007 4:11:16 GMT -6
don't you just hate it,
when an idea hits - and just as
you find the pen with which to scrawl
the idea slips |
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Post by soulfir3 on Mar 28, 2007 4:12:57 GMT -6
sombre thoughts fill my heart
under tonights frosty moon -
I can not shake the sad unease inside of me
the melting of a winter's day bloom |
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Post by Sam on Mar 28, 2007 9:13:17 GMT -6
I have never once even invisioned
not waking to see another sunrise,
hearing the birds sing outside my window pane...
or walking by your side once again....
Sam
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Post by dawness on Mar 28, 2007 16:09:01 GMT -6
nagging thoughts of you
make the sun and moon writhe
in days stapled
by wrestling tomenting longings
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Post by Sam on Apr 4, 2007 9:02:00 GMT -6
Tongues yapping
ears flapping
trying to get 'the dirt"
and start a new war....
Sam
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Post by Sam on Apr 4, 2007 13:37:00 GMT -6
When will they learn....
sometimes things are
just exactly what they are
and cannot be explained....(?)
Sam
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Post by anirbas on Apr 6, 2007 23:15:16 GMT -6
wafts of obfuscation
drift from smoke screens of deception
thoughts of lightness clear the air
i am resurrected, without a care
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Post by soulfir3 on Apr 7, 2007 6:26:15 GMT -6
staring, just staring
blankly at the orange orbs of light
fire flames flutter towards me
fanning me with warmth in the cool of night
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Post by soulfir3 on Apr 7, 2007 6:26:59 GMT -6
sit here with me,
hold my hands and calm me,
help silence the drug induced tremors
promise me, things will be alright
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Post by anirbas on Apr 7, 2007 9:44:12 GMT -6
(((((((((Soul))))))))) ...go back to bed...
~*~
I wish I could fill your head with promises...
But, I cannot lie to you...Promises are illusions, rarely kept or held...
I will tell you, it'll all get better, as that's the only way, it can become worse,
again...Or that's my philosophy, my friend...
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Post by DavidMc on Apr 7, 2007 14:20:42 GMT -6
I want live in America and eat texmex dinners
in front of giant T.V. screens
then fall asleep in a goose down feather bed
and dream those giant dreamz zzzzzzzzzzz
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