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Topic:
Symmetry
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I could expand on the points of the few and far in between, but please try to understand what was not meant to be seen. When I fell to earth, my purpose was severed from the soul. Suffering from a story that has yet to have been told. And as I exist, missing in this parallel, I see that I am the same distance from Heaven, as I am from Hell. More? please more!!! MORE!!!!! |
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Topic:
Ever So Strange
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In the corner of my circular thoughts there I sit, confused, feeling used; Betrayed and abused by my ego. In this strange event, I’ve been trapped; Torture, plenty Ever so strange, how you take my breath away; Those little misdeeds, always unlike you. Every passing day you amaze me changing into an even stranger mystery; I not a fool in love but isn’t love ever so strange? I’m Human this sounds like a serious case of infatuation... you might need to see if there is a cure... before you are tortured to death... 
once again.. love the imagery and journey...  
INFATUATION Hmmm... |
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Topic:
A mouse trapped...
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Does the cat stand a chance? I've never seen a cat not catch his prey if he stays alert and is quick about it It's when he just teases it grabbing it in his teeth then dropping it to watch it run so he can chase after it in play that gives the mouse time to scope out the surroundings and find the nearest escape route then the chase and capture begins again another day in another place it just depends on how determined the cat is to get what he ultimately wants
I thought a little play before dinner is healthy! |
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Topic:
Part Of The Disease
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I love the way you write Bo...It tells me we are different but alike.... The irony in that! |
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Topic:
Part Of The Disease
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excellent read.the last three lines hit the hardest for me.thankyou. Thank You We are as we are |
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Topic:
Is it A Moving wheel or Not?
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So we are born
Cute, Stupid, Clueless; A fresh canvas sheet to the ARTist; Share an imagination, life goes Paths are drawn Some long, some short Some narrow, some wide Some cruel, some holy Some stars shine bright Others burn out fast Some come in first and leave last; Eventually comes death, some part ways but among mates never so far apart; Time has won every battle in this war It always out runs every man; Still men will come,men will go Maybe death really is the end of time? |
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Topic:
A mouse trapped...
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just another day in the country on the back roads I’m all alone walking to improve my energy A text rings on my cellular phone “hey babe, what are you up too?” asks my ex, who wants me back I reply, “just started walking…” then suddenly, I stop in my tracks this man, he pulls up along side me I turn, looking him straight in the face I’m startled now as I meet a stranger he smiles and says, “how is your day?” immediately, I analyze this situation with woods on both sides of us there I’m unable to outrun him, or his vehicle I could reach for my gun, if surely I dare terror instantly grips my existence thinking my life he soon could take but he quickly realizes my resistance breaks out a smile that lightens his face with his eyes ahead into the future and a strong grasp firmly on the past he laughs as he speaks confidently “you and me… we are meant to last” just as quickly as he has intruded he speeds off, like a bat out of hell looking at me in his side view mirror he proclaims loudly, “I don’t kiss and tell!” shaken severely by this idiot’s audacity he obviously hasn’t a bit of shame and I couldn’t help but oddly wonder if he is serious about playing this game what kind of a man takes such a risk coming onto a woman he’s never met who all alone she has been struggling in a complex history that’s hard to forget well, I embed this jerk in my memory and begin walking at a faster pace wanting to get home in a hurry now needing to forget I ever saw his face then suddenly he drove again by me pulls off the road and there he sat staring, he watches me walk past him I just knew I was under his attack but again he did nothing against me he just wants me to feel his control and the last time I could see his eyes I felt his power take hold of my soul the rest of the walk I look behind me I’m afraid he’ll come for me again until finally I’m in my yard at home with much relief to be away from him unlocking the door I enter the foyer hang the keys in their normal place walk quickly to my desk and computer happy to be here, and believe I’m safe with mouse in hand, I click on my email as it quickly opens the first thing I see under ‘from’ it reads, “guess who this is?” under ‘subject’, “miss me yet?” glares at me incredulous, I sit back in my chair thoughts scrambling, what does he want how did he find me out there, and in here I feel like a mouse, the cat has finally caught… to be continued…
©AthenaRose01/06/13
Does the cat stand a chance? |
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Topic:
Part Of The Disease
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Really nice enjoyed it and your work is inspiring and will inspire a lot of people to quit trying to be like others and be themselves.....................hope to read more of your work soon good luck and happy new year Likewise happy & Thank you for your kind words |
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Part Of The Disease
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I’m sorry if I hurt you I wish I could say, apologize But why Give in if you don't have to Even surrender is taken not given Sadly away from the view of my window I stare at the reflection of my naked self; sick filth; I am no better As much as I wish I could care I don’t I walk through my life kicking everything and everyone in my way until I get to reach my dream I fight for the top most seat I can reach I am not ashamed of looking at myself I am satisfied with whom I am I like the pride, confidence, and self acceptance I feel in this... the brutal honesty... taking what we want is the only way we will be sure to have what we want... it's the keeping it that can be a challenge... once again, bo... enjoy your thought provoking work...
Thank you for the brutal honesty |
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Topic:
Ever So Strange
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In the corner of my circular thoughts
there I sit, confused, feeling used; Betrayed and abused by my ego. In cycles of these memories in circles In this strange event, I’ve been trapped; Torture, Like water on earth; plenty Having your regrets on repeat; Pain so old but ever so strange. A strange calm hangs in the air I think it’s trying to speak to me; Saying, ‘something sinister, in the air lingers’ A warning I dare not listen; Don’t get me wrong I’m nowhere close to being brave; I find being afraid ever so strange. Ever so strange, how you take my breath away; Those little misdeeds, always unlike you. Every passing day you amaze me changing into an even stranger mystery; I not a fool in love but isn’t love ever so strange? Society is dead; Greed, selfishness and misery stinks. Come to think of it when was society a functioning structure? I think it’s very fracture in our genes; The need to stand in gangs I’m Human but I find Humans ever so strange. |
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Topic:
Part Of The Disease
Edited by
shapirobo
on
Mon 01/07/13 04:14 AM
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I stare at the naked world
This big rotting wound everywhere I look I see disease Infected communities Greed, many mean men selfishness, no one cares everyone’s busy with their own dreams starving kids, a sick rot society rumours of judgement humanity’s sorry excuse for their cowardice babel that everybody will one day pay In what world Dreamers? Everybody is so interested in matters of death too deep in the confusion of its mysterious magic life goes by like a short weak breeze terrorist's experiments of suicide being key A paranoid few who love comic book fiction a little bit too much I think Stories of a god who walked among men then there are the freaks who don't understand beef is just beef this rotten wound, filth, filth ,FILTH I’m sorry if I hurt you I wish I could say, apologize But why Give in if you don't have to Even surrender is taken not given Sadly away from the view of my window I stare at the reflection of my naked self; sick filth; I am no better As much as I wish I could care I don’t I walk through my life kicking everything and everyone in my way until I get to reach my dream I fight for the top most seat I can reach I am not ashamed of looking at myself I am satisfied with whom I am |
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Topic:
Geeks and Freaks
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what happened when you met me… when you thought you knew everything... but only knew what I wanted you to think you knew… and the second time around… do you think you know me now… does anybody know me yet… or am I just a fantasy in your head… complex is what you say… complex is what you know about me today… and you’re still brave… brave enough to want me… to want to once again play… I think you are addicted to smoke… to the blue smoke that surrounds you… to the thought of me… as you breathe us both in deep… you’ve been caught in the very net you cast over me… don’t struggle to be free like me… just relax… and once again bask… bask in our ice cold chill… and the flames of our heat… I too recall the magic we shared… in that unique society who dared… dared to show we cared… once upon a time our storybook romance came to life right before our eyes… and your jealousy took me completely by surprise… as mine for you did too… that’s the secret you know… the key to unlock our mystery… the dagger of jealousy hurts too deep… but none of us pledged fidelity… instead you said I was still free to be me… to be sexy… to be flirty… and in my anger for you’re lack of chivalry… I flaunted my self in your face intentionally… while you watched and grew extremely angry… wanting to blame me... to hate me... but you can't have me both ways... to be yours... and not to be yours... now… is our time again at hand… do we yet have a different plan… I remember how you loved to surprise me… you once told me it made you happy to make me happy… and how happy I was… until I wasn’t… and everything we built came tumbling down around us… the love and the trust… brought our knees to the ground… where unable to stand we crawled… looking around… looking for what we lost … but it could not be found… so we moved on… quickly… we’re like geeks and freaks… we thrive on our audacity… our creativity is what let’s us just be… who we are for eternity… you and me… ©AthenaRose01/05/13
There happiness in heaven even on your knees no fallen walls can't be raised again |
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Topic:
Chivalry isn't Dead
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Read between the lines
See this lie we keep like tales of fairies, sleeping beauties the magic of a tale unfolds A tale of Lovers, A tale of Dreamers A tale of words, A tale of Pictures A tale of a Lady & a Gentleman A plain canvas to an idle mind, is ’Opportunity’ through a dreamers eyes; Words, ‘so we speak’ in a blind man’s view Words, ‘to be heard’ a poets thoughts; Like a carpenter carves a heart off of wood For the warmth of his house; As I am a poet, I’ll curve love off of these words It will be my Rose for you; ‘I’m Alive;’ not alive; Alive! The feeling like there’s a fire burning holes through my heart like an arrow; Strangely it’s the sweetest I’ve had of tastes; With much passion and emotion; She leaves my senses torn; I’m out of control; I think my alter ego is behind the wheel; I find myself exploring my newly found treasure; Her presence curved into my mind; She’s all I think about; Curves, through these secret paths we travel I’m seeking a moment of your time; I want to tell you how glad I am our paths met. |
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Topic:
Mystery... oh Mystery...
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spellbinding mystery… she lingers in the air… her sense of bewilderment… is felt everywhere… to the dreamers… she plants seeds in our head… to the lovers… she amplifies feelings instead… to the painters… she shows the canvass of life… to the poets… she stimulates imaginations to write… within every mystery… therein lies a clue… if we desire to find it… she lets us do that too… with open minds… our open hearts… guide us today… to find the answers… sometimes just say… mystery… oh mystery… we ask you this right… please give us prudence… to learn what we might… for in every mystery… is a puzzle… you see… whose pieces fit together nice… and easily… there once connected… the big picture will show… what we do next… but… will it be toe to toe… or… will the mystery inside… keep pushing us to grow… slow… there is more than one key… for unlocking a mystery… to see… what lives beneath… in the dark… and the deep… where we eventually might find… whatever we seek… so… at other times… just say… mystery… oh mystery… all your secrets… we keep… in the bellies of our beast… we remain silent… discreet… whether dreamer… lover… painter… or poet… we ARTiculate our experience… as we know it… please… therefore… please… ignite our spirits to breathe… in the knowledge of mystery… this we humbly beseech… ©AthenaRose01/05/13
I ARTiculate my words fairly well I think we'd understand each other well if we'd speak the same language A language of magical beings and feelings A language of hearts |
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You cut deep with these words....and drain me of mine 
injustice in Justice!!! injustice in Justice!!! Justice is based on the logic of right and wrong....Problem is, if nobody voluntarily accepts being wrong, the stronger of the two will prevail...If wrong is stronger, the quest for justice becomes an exercise of power that uses justice as the excuse for injustice.... Am I reading you right Bo?... Injustice inequity iniquity greed leads to injury an injured jury in charge infected by these spreading diseases thieving, killing, greed together Leigh??? |
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Topic:
Sickest Love
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Who ever said ‘Love is blind’?
I see you Love, I’d see blind In this case, I see fixes to these pieces of puzzles If only I could stand still in these feelings drown in these moments I’ve felt your heart bleed Sweet love isn’t sweet My sweet Love, You make me sick I’m seasick I have never been aboard this kind of ship before Like a sheep I follow in the swift breeze Not because I’m as foolish Because my trust in her love is like That of a Shepherd and Sheep I give you this heart Mine; Not too Big but Capable Do with it as you will. |
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Topic:
I Still Remember
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You made me remember, thank you Bo!
  
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You cut deep with these words....and drain me of mine
injustice in Justice!!! injustice in Justice!!! |
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Topic:
I Still Remember
Edited by
shapirobo
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Fri 01/04/13 03:46 AM
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I’m no friend to faith
I believe fate belongs in the toilet Another fairy tale dream So believe me I’m even more surprised when I say I think You & Me, We were meant to be Two puzzles meant for each other, Yin & Yang I remember it was winter my first encounter with her, My Fix In a small special community at a magical place She made me brave Saw my scowl replaced with a smiley face The thrill of getting to know you, Priceless I still remember the nights Laying bare, open hearts in words Fragile and capable hearts And in the midst of all the cold, my tree found a flower Beautiful everywhere; So we dived in to drown in the love You are a mystery to me Every day I think I’ve solve you only to wake up Realize you are more complex than I thought, I remember those little games we played How we found ways in rhythms and letters Imaged our own Wonder-land to life Where we thrived and basked in loves flame. |
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I might think i can write but my experience knows little words to make its appearance... grand ! you have a uniqueness with your rhythm & words |
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