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And, it will begin here...
feel free to add in... communicate with creation...=0) --Heir To Revolution-- Many the injustices with familiar hearts Here, protective bossom now, embracement torn away Withdrew from vulnerability to flail blindly before Those eyes, deep prisons guarded; now recieving captives broken Limited entry, invitation defined in borders, and locked doors The key long forgotten second habitation long etched From ever running streams divided reason by immigrating insinct Time and time again to repeat this revolution And witness future war inherited, standing outside of the new prison created Peer into unkind reflections of mirrors to beginning Seek out the forgotten key of history in repetition Put end internal war, where reason disremembered Lies hidden in ruins of wars past, to unlock the dungeon of hearts And watch unburdened, the flight of libertine spirits Soar from then to hereafter by me |
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You do have a gift, my good friend. - Kath
THE ENERGY OF PRESENCE "For eternally and always there is only now, one and the same now; the present is the only thing that has no end." --Erwin Schrodinger An old adage: 'Today is a gift; they's why they call it the present." |
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hey you...=0)
Seductive pull split second decisions Minute turns whispering the end To wretched soul too easy, this Guarded heart, weary thought by me |
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In the beginning, as a whole, time seems a blur, unreal. Taken as still
frames, each brief glimpse is oh so clear. And, as time went on, glimpses become whole scattered events. Until each year, each lifetime, runs and bleeds together into now. I will not, however, start from the beginning. You will get memories, or flashbacks (as they are now called). The nasty glimpses called then. A roller coaster ride with with a car load f family crushed into the front. And, a car situated at the very end, cram-packed with ghosts, or skeletons as some might call them. Ten years of this ride. Of confusion and enlightenment. Of my children - oh! loves of my life - and the fear of them and for them. Of an unforgiving, sometimes caring family; Oh that word, "Family". Me |
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--Face I --
Between the lines of your face lands of stories unsaid Yet, speaking loudly telling tales of fiction And, truths lifes ride, lifes stops Delicate walking bridges of places visited, or crossed Deep burrows, well worn roads of trials, and faith Among all these, smooth islands of resting by me |
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Watching my dogs play outside
I have this sense of pride. Its so nice to watch them run Knowing there was once only one. Life lives so green on my hill And gone is the hurt of the chill. They are heirs to a revolution Of a new family-type evolution. My children run and play so free And to me it is a great mystery. For they are the remnants borne Into a different lifestyle torn. The dogwoods here bloom so white While the brown leaves hold tight. They run and they tussle nipping Like small children just skipping. Small paws dancing in the yard Softening a life that was hard. |
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Hey Roy=0)
 ----------- Muted grays fallen low resting upon hills of sticks and stone backbones of earth nearby... Me |
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lovely nene........ ya know I can't write
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you managed to type, eh? hehehehe
Know what? To me it is all creating, and whatever you have inside, let it go, if you wish... It just is... =0)
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Silence of the night
Thick with slumbering dreams Captured stories riding on the wind For those who can feel them. Stars cool in the heavy depths Treading cautiously across the sky Icy stares of ancient wisdom Drawn to energy of souls. Cloaked in the pregnant night Wandering past the emptiness of past wants Towards the east of future hopes Sits calmly on the crushed reefs toils. Awaiting birth of new day clear The stilling of the white noise relief. Homeless and yet home again Washed clean in oceanic embrace. |
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hello beautiful heart!
---------------------- Peering behind her the past peered back, and back Relealing this time and futures ahead Standing still, just still take in hand these visions Turning them over, curious puzzle repeated reactions, actions See this one, then that, that all connected, every piece To bash it apart be the end of this tale As if snuffed out, never was never am, were, could be So, tracing all times solving this while being whole All part of itself, and her and more still, others attached make this weave hold She puts it down for the moment sees she is inside the circle Touching all times... by me |
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She tries to recollect love
watch her Mother close Not recognizing this no traces of history left No hints of what was, is, could be birthing shell, expelled seeds Mistake, She said should never have You be, I would not or, been someone else, somewhere else? Detached soul a stone with cracks of Her own I forgive you, miss you before you left it all behind No ties, but learned ways now blank, she is, hidden away Withholding, withdrawn never will She truly love, be whole by me |
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Moving through rooms
visiting each time, and time Here, she rises above to look upon herself, deadened lying there blank-eyed, bruised Feeling nothing staring into void, blackness hands, more...seek her bodies secrets Now, moving on... locked door, here Keyhole shines out, blinding purity pain Next, step into outside sun shining on wispy long brown hair bicycle glinting, ride away to anywhere fever pitch search in her eyes Back inside, onward slumbering, yet alert waken to lessened silence body stiff, fear of the man behind her she goes away... Turn right, walk in taste of juniper rancid morning glass begins the day burning all the way down Turn left, look smell of burning flesh down this hallway each door opens to mutilation, blood... no pain, lovely pain Moving on, then up she travels, travels... by me |
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She meets her prince
all love and kindness Instant attraction yet, yearned did he, for long... Had she known, had she a clue replacement mother too young To heal wounds deep as birth violence personified Family values seemed tight then guns waved, aimed A mothers face terrified by her babe grown Screams, yells, then quiet over for the while Yet, burning bile heats the young girls belly sights remembered from way back Everyone forgets days go by, tick, tick Laughter? How? must be true love Only that could be, right? "Okay", she says, "won't happen again..." Next time, and next... will be different Yes. New hurts. Not the same at all stick by your man, girl! Sooth out the wrinkles, the splits hide it, pretend Time goes by, and by, and by reminders of what she is Not to talk, fight, live but love, yes, that Tend the garden, she does growing babies and harm Watching her prince self-destruct by me to be con't... |
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Gone
again, gone Counting too many fingers on both hands keep track of time in mind Months go by, slow... say it, no don't, then she does Gone again, gone My fault, always sorry, and sorry , and sorry Did what? Everything wrong I am, wrong, sorry Yes, she begged, small slug slime trails of tears Too sticky to wipe away, they stay just tucked in 'til next time by me |
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Wisps of light
tails of essentials Pulled like taffy from my soul Life forces spread outward to feed Others in need, and want the struggle to stay Inside myself eases, as light comes back Into me recharging my spirit To offer more among populations of sorrow Or, just care... openly, free To gently give of life and energy infinite Nature unselfishly feeds all who take it This circle rotates with leads of light wrapped Around to twine us all together... by me |
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Those tears, flow unchecked
are you, not just My tears, full of me you took, fed on Like a hungry, insatiable syphon. Never filled up Try, just take it mine are always there My Self pouring out offering this energy The intentions of you twisting away, and back Coming back to you; as you, as yours Drink up what you've brewed the finality of it Is what will be is what is, and more So satisfy yourself if you can, if you dare Take yourself in this I give to you by me |
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Pale was her face
stained with black tracks Dark spiders crawl to turn her soul in hiding Sensate parts ripped and torn purple hand prints scream On arms, legs... blood trickles, slowly Life, drop by drop marks the spot in history She says nothing, feels nothing, but hears Her heartbeat smashing her mind So, this was love, huh...? by me |
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yes nene I can type and post beautiful song lyrics.....
That is what is my soul. Sometimes what others speak is what I feel/, 
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=0)
Then... feel it, let it be you as you Are, and emotion ride along with us enter us as infusion takes place in in place we are here... there... Allwhere, and everywhen...
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