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~ seduction
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And your point is?
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What is living, if its in anger, hate, to just discriminate. What is giving, if its through fears, tears, and beers. What is trying, if its through crying, sighing, feeling like dying. What is believing, if its only seen through deceiving, and unmeaning What is life, if its spent through strife, and words used as a knife What is the point of ever wanting to BE, if you can't really SEE? Life IS, what YOU MAKE IT TO BE INSIDE YOU! 
succinctly poignant...
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... lost language ...
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nice piece using language seems not a problem for you. i look forward to more of your work
 ... thanks KC0003... appreciate the compliment 
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... lost language ...
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good write  thank U... PKH..
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Sitting in Central Park Dusk is falling I sit on my usual bench Armed to the gills With paper, pen, and Marlboro Reds Looking upon the city My own personal muse Watching the people shuffle As if they actually have somewhere to go I watch the homeless Begining their nightly rituals Of setting up their boxes and guarding their shopping carts And here she comes My Ana My lady of the night In all her glory As I sit huddled under fleece She sits beside me Barely clothed In lime green platforms Elton John would die for Hey writer girl she whispers Breath smelling of cigerettes and gin An ebony beauty Face chisled Like an African goddess At dusk This becomes her park She becomes a princess of the night I watch as she twitters From car to car Pleasing men under the city lights Accepting whatever they say Whatever they do Whatever they want from her For the power of money For the power of womanhood I never judge her My queen of the night For she knows not what she does I tell myself So I write To give her a voice And she reads Slapping me on the back "Your damn good she says" I look at her Her soulful brown eyes twinkle "Why do ya do it?" I ask She looks at me long She looks at me hard She laughs like only she can She answers "Why don't you?" My Ana My queen of the night. Tammy "As if they actually have somewhere to go"... scurrying hastily like wasps trying to make honey... so true. "For the power of womanhood" ... weighed against societal mores or monetary indices?.... how sad. like the write...
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My Coordinate System
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tobacco stained nightmares in alcoholic sweat the closet door pedophile is preening on the net as laughing gas dentist yank teeth from a grin he smiles through the picket fence of his, distorted sin I’ m not sure what this about just mental masturbation with a climax of doubt pre-cum verses dripping down societies chin lethal contraceptive impregnating spin there’s a digital recording of a life you didn’t plan kept in sight by the face on a clock without hands this cell phone is a tether with invisible string keeping us connected like the spice on a chicken wing and I, I am a miracle I am super man without all the cool stuff you, you are my kryptonite but, without you I would die anyway it’s a tricky thing, this life some die heroic, others live in strife while this flat tire turnstile keeps me on the side so I trade one for another and the other’s just the same lessons never learned are destined for the flame even the good girls sometimes get wax across the chest and the bad boys swarm when angels need to rest you trade one for another and the other’s just as lame keeping with the theory of inertial reference frame shadowboxer curser, blank computer screen misfit island luau in honor of the queen smoke signal drifters infiltrate the scene corrupting all the produce and you’re a tangerine but, in a world of great disease I am immune running round the motor track feeding on the fumes catching glimpses of a life through the eye of a monsoon trying to avoid the cow who’s returning from the moon and I will because I, I am a miracle I am superman without all the cool stuff but, sometimes she lets me wax poetic kc09 "keeping with the theory of inertial reference frame"...  ... dichotomously Phoenixical ....
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in
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coming on coming on from in from in come on song song come from in nothing is everything away away that is something whats in stays in the birds in the wind in and in in fin i have a million songs in a million years ill be young young in and in in the in no war in no blood in in love with in in the in the sun was born there came the wind from in god is always in the in love goes in and in i'm in... the depth of this write is far more that its' simple elegance and understated paradigm.
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... lost language ...
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... lost language ... there was a time not long ago a moon or so the universe erupted and birthed from her pouting labia ... language ... ripe with the musk of do come right in you are without condition quite welcome that was then so long ago an age or so wee lad and lass as thou know then came the age the drug of ME the bonded free ... modern language ... rank with the smut of who are you? do i know you? you certainly don't know me!! where so quickly left? now mourned bereft that ancient ... lost language ... *and so* the time is nigh and drawing near that final curtain how will you reflect when you retrospect joy or regret? ... your life's language ... poisoned and vexed bilious and cleft imbued in misery ... violent ... ... silent ... fragrant sweat perfumed breath illocution of sweetness ... violet ... ... resonate ... ancient language patient language transparent language uninhibited language virtuous language natural language spoken language kinetic language ... lost... ... lost language ... awesome!!! really enjoy reading your poetry Thank you my good man... Appreciate the kind words JIMZ...be well.
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Share
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Into our minds we place our day.
Some for safe keeping, others to throw away. Focused on time and never having enough. These times of hardships, work and money, have been rough. Folks losing their job and needing compassion. Coming on here to post, pass-time and feel some relaxation. Asking not to help with money, just your time, and something funny. Sharing time is all they seek, this is your time not to feel meek. Open your time if you can, help them get a grip,and a plan. Show-um some love and give them an ear. It helps them combat all their fears and tears. Life now across this whole big plain, is working on everyone's brain Lack of work, lack of bread, lack of even caring about who's dead. WE all need to remember who we our, a word can stop another cry. So blend on in, and do your part, all I am asking for is Try. Lives can be changed through the listening you give. It might even help someone else's desires to live. Give-um a smile and say hello, it lefts their spirits up SO. I am so glad you now can see, just what YOU and do, to help me.wink 
This is the times to be grateful, and the times to show, Your THANKS and your GIVING,,,,,,HAPPY THANKSGIVING MINGLE FOLKS! Yes, I am a bit early,lol
But,,I am just soooooo happy for everyone this year.wink. you are a good soul my friend...
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Reflection
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I look in the mirror at the reflection I see and all that stares back is a blank expression of me. The sadness and trials that life left behind has left little room for a reflection of smiles. I look deep within to find something to grasp wondering when it will be safe to remove my outer mask. The only happiness I find to recall Is being a Mother, the best blessing of all. I close my eyes in hopes to see a reflection within of the true me. 11-15-2009  to altered reflections and incipient hope...
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Going to a better place
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I'm posting here because the poem forum is where I spend my time.My mind is blank,can't really come up with the words to say.I would like to ask for prayers for my sister and her kids and family.Shes in hospice and were just waiting which is a hard thing to do.They say any day now.So any prayers for her are appreciated.I do know shes going to a better place,but it still hurts.Thanks  a moment of silence ............................ be well.
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... lost language ...
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... lost language ... there was a time not long ago a moon or so the universe erupted and birthed from her pouting labia ... language ... ripe with the musk of do come right in you are without condition quite welcome that was then so long ago an age or so wee lad and lass as thou know then came the age the drug of ME the bonded free ... modern language ... rank with the smut of who are you? do i know you? you certainly don't know me!! where so quickly left? now mourned bereft that ancient ... lost language ... *and so* the time is nigh and drawing near that final curtain how will you reflect when you retrospect joy or regret? ... your life's language ... poisoned and vexed bilious and cleft imbued in misery ... violent ... ... silent ... fragrant sweat perfumed breath illocution of sweetness ... violet ... ... resonate ... ancient language patient language transparent language uninhibited language virtuous language natural language spoken language kinetic language ... lost... ... lost language ... |
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... My Greatest Performance ... ... it was the greaaaatest performance of my life !!! i pretended it was well pretended all was swell it was my moment ... and what a moment ... ... it was the greatest deception of my life i deceived my heart to heights with a shaman's tongue convinced it i was right eyes shrouded in darkness i blamed the truth gall... presumption... uncouth said of blindness 'tis the light co-opted pride for the myth of might as did Peter the Truth, denied I thrice ... and in the end ... not a friend not a fan no doting loner ... ... it was the truuuuuest moment of my life !!! alone with self devoid of wealth yet blessed with health it was my salvation .... and what salvation .... if you were there laid I in fear when my soul fell my courage was spent relegated with head bent you would see that this child was frightened although a man craved mother's hand even the grave has maternal welcome then the savage winter of lies' finality exhumed me from self induced insanity where not even the unbelieving nods of approval trod i faced the truth that savage brute still, my dearest friend spent i there 13 moons among life's failures ... that was the greaaaatest performance of my life !!! ... awesome!!! ....JIMZ ... thank u
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good one keep up the good work.....
TxsGal...appreciate the compliment...
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“It’s a Sad World”
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“It’s a Sad World” Take a look and look all around. It seems that this world is being taken down. No one believes that love is to share. No longer do they seem to even care. What has happened in this day and time? It seems to love another is but a crime. I have sat back and watched day after day. This thing called hate is coming our way. No matter what we do it seems to stay. What do we need to do to make it go away? I see when others freely give their heart. Just to have another tear it apart. I do not understand what has happened anymore. Or how much more can there be in store. Is there a story that must be told? Have we all become so cold? We no longer have a heart nor do we care. Are we that far gone and unaware. We need to look around us and see. How lonely without love this world will be. K.L.M 11/9/2009 "How lonely without love this world will be." So true...so reflective...
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Night
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A thousand white fires the stars did light a great battle scene depicted at night Growing blue crystals a hum in my eyes glitter with prow preparing for flight Red, I'll paint you Dance round in glow white sparks of light a fire made of snow Hands of feathers blistered in magic traveled in bleak streets to swallow up defeat From me comes sight a spool of ladies might I'll sit spinning my magic, on this night.  crafty... crafty indeed.
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*** poetry
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*** she *** he *** we *** me *** it *** words *** heard *** hurts *** life *** pain *** strife *** high *** low *** i *** you *** who *** us *** love *** words *** merged *** works *** profanity *** vanity *** tragedies *** reality *** sanity *** fatalities *** nationalities *** happily *** mad *** sad *** crappy *** laughing *** off *** bottoms *** tops *** them *** another *** eachother *** every *** other *** word *** faced *** traced *** made *** old *** young *** smart *** dumb *** fun *** luck *** sucks *** happily *** mad *** sad *** crappy *** laughing *** off *** bottoms *** tops *** them *** another *** eachother *** every *** other *** word *** faced *** traced *** made *** aged *** young *** smart *** dumb *** fun *** stung *** sucks *** luck *** crutched *** why *** cries *** tries *** dies *** what *** who *** old *** new *** lies *** real *** feels *** acts *** more *** sore *** lacks *** facts (f u k!)  abbreviated but voluminous ... like the style D4TC
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NOW THATS WHAT IM TALKIN BOUT!!!!!!!!!
THERE'S THE LOVE MAN.......
YOU FOLKS HERE,,,,,well,,,,,I just gotta say it,,,,,,, :::::::::YOU ALL ROCK, FOLKS""""""""""""""and I just roll  lol.
IAM4U ...  You are an incorrigible optimist... U r a good soul my friend... thanks... be well
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I appreciate...
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Nice work! Thanks for the comp. |
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