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Madness
Pieces of my broken dreams tumble to the beaten path quietly,hauntingly,hopelessly love slips through an open door, as if un- touched by the very lives it once held together. Darkness fills my once bright eyes. Now, destiny crams herself down my throat. Only the bitter taste of sorrow survives where there is no light. Something inside me cries, what's left of me slowly dies. Shattered lives fall softly back to their wombs, and death comes swiftly to those who can not fight. Great walls construct themselves around a now occupied one person shell, where I awake, alone. At night, the voices and laughter of my fate keep me awake. I wonder, as I grow weary, how can a heart in pieces, still beat. Loneliness eats my will, misery accompanies me in your stead. Still I wonder, In a world full of people, does anyone else know, we are all just one mistake, one break-up, one death away, from, madness kc07 xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Infinite My infinite sadness is interrupted only by, visits from my memories of you. Through times passages, my mind, slips. I open the curtains, there is nothing to view. kc07 xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx A Thought I drift from conversation to conversation, always alone, always an outsider. I drift and drift until, I become an observer, watching the crowd of souls before me. Some hiding from their past, some searching for their future. My vision is blurred. A salty droplet finds it`s way to the corner of my mouth. And I think of you. I see a couple walking through the crowd. A baby in her stroller eyes wide open, entranced by the new surroundings. No worries, no hatred, no fears. The innocence. I smile and I think of you. There is an old woman having trouble loading her bags in the trunk of her car. She is frail but not helpless, she is proud but week. I impose on her, my help. She reluctantly accepts but, gratefully gives thanks. I walk away and I think of you. When I am busy, I think of you. If ever I have a free moment, it is paid to you. When I feel lost, I find myself when I think of you. At the end of the day, as the sun completes it`s journey. The leaves dance on a breeze, a childs laughter is carried across the amber sky. As the moon takes it`s turn in the heavens and gently distributes it`s warm soft glow. I think of you. kc07 xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx As If Open doors Ties that bind Silver lining, from clouds that hide Cascading showers of love in mind Better served with cold defiance alone alone alone The main course skipped to avoid confusion Bitter sweet as it lay in roses and mint with red stained hands Damn these thorns Damn these gloves that refuse to protect Pulling from the vine My hands rain down Leave me to drown in the blood of our garden Save me from myself As if you would As if I would let you kco8 xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Timing My thoughts are of you this morning As my feet awkwardly find the floor The cold wood underneath a reminder, of what waits outside your door He’ll never forgive you for this one She couldn’t hate me much more Just friends, I know we’ll stick to it We’ve had a lot of practice One night of passion A lifetime to fall Always in different harbors With other ports of call Timing is everything kc08 xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx The Distance In Betweem she’s not alone on most nights she still wakes up lonely her pride gets the best of her strangers the rest of her sometimes no one wins these fights… he caught of glimpse of her - last night just the way he remembered her she was walking away like she did that last day somehow (to him) that just seemed right she'd find her way back if he could he’d probably go back if she would but it’s hard to cross time when it’s all on the line they wonder if they should… they substitute warmth - for love it’s an end with no means nothing ever gets settled just the distance in between - now, they'll never go back for the good though it’s still on their minds and when it’s all on the line pride pushes them through time yeah it's so hard to cross time when you know it’s so lean nothing ever gets settled just the distance in between kc08 xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Tonight sitting alone at my piano trying to finish this song but there’s no melody to the words i can’t see what am doing so wrong my fingers trip on the keys now, and all i can think of is you the words are hidden somewhere- in the pain and despair behind a window that hasn’t a view and tonight i’m gonna be lonely oh tonight i’m gonna be scared when I wake- i’ll be the only - survivor in a world that’s no longer there with a heart that’s seen its share of sadness and a million stories to tell i need something to halt all this madness `cause alone- i’m not doing so well i’m getting good at the art of deception lie to myself to get through only a few more hours to go now just to make it- one more night without you tonight i’m gonna be lonely yeah tonight it’s gonna be cold at night time passes so slowly but it has no problem making me old tonight is gonna be lonely tonight is gonna be sad tonight i’ll feed off of memories tonight that’s all that i have kc08 xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Front Row Parking i come around the corner we come face to face you turn away – everyone does this chair you see is just a vehicle it’s not who i am why won’t you look me in the eye when you turn away i still exist i went so you could be free to be you i pray you never see the things i lived you would have been proud to stand next to me i fought bravely and now you can’t look me in the eye? what are you afraid you’ll see i may have left parts of myself there in that desert of blood but i am whole – inside no matter how many times you turn away you will never take that from me look at me – look me in the eye don’t hide from your shame i ask nothing of you except to be treated as the man i am so look me in the eye next time i am a man i am your brother i am your son i don’t need your pity or your front row parking kc08 xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx |
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The Inviting Kiss
You invite me with a kiss A long deep slow invitation to join you in a symphony of affection We retreat as love the conductor summons the orchestra Blankets cast aside Like the curtains of a great music hall Pillows and clothes line up around us as if an audience prepared for the performance The lights go down The room quiets as the players ready The only sounds to be heard are the light moans of the woodwinds deepening breaths We kiss as hands explore each other Heartbeats quicken and get louder like the bass drums building in the background Kissing your soft skin around your neck and down to your stomach Missing nothing in between Light scents fill the air Matched by the conductors calling for the strings to join in the movement Lower still Your hands find my hair As my tongue flicks its way around begging your flower to unfold in the sunlight that is my desire Your breathing erratic now mixed with soft sighs and deep moans One hand pushing against the headboard the other pulling my head to you Like opposing forces and neither will give ground The orchestra louder and louder by order of the conductor Trying to keep up with your cries You arch your back as the wave of the first chorus works its way to your wanting shore Building and building until it peeks and comes crashing down like the sound of a million pieces of glass hitting the stage and bouncing around in decreasing decibel The maestro is pleased You quiver with each echo rebounding through the hall The sound of the harps dance in the night, picking stars from the heavens and dangling them in front of you Their light reflects in your eyes and I have never seen you more beautiful You pull me to you and the piano coxes the entrance of the sonnet Slowly we move together in perfect harmony We are one So sweet so tender so beautiful Our souls come together where the flesh ends Every breath you take gives me life My heart circulates for we two Our eyes lock half closed Ecstasy Half open Pleasure We stare long and true As our bodies dance to the waltz filling the night air Nothing matters at this moment But the moment I want to share this with you forever You feel the vibrations of the distant storm But you are not ready And as the composer intended On the perfect down beat The conductor turns the page and the arrangement changes You take first chair As I sit on the stage looking up to the wonder of you Riding me into a short but powerful solo You lift me to your glistening breast Pleasure and pain walk together and neither gets the night off With the rhythm section holding strong My mouth finds your erectness And I bite down Releasing my grasp as the delight turns to ache The horns like your fingernails dig deep into my back As I reach behind you and pull your hair Tilting your head to one side The violins mimic your screams Loves arms are raising and sweeping begging the company to hold each note as if it were the last Trying to draw every ounce of energy from each tone The whirlwind of this piece has the audience silently entranced We roll over as before Twisting and turning legs fighting for leverage Never stopping Oblivious to all that surrounds us All but the passion that has engulfed the concerto There are no children present And words not often spoken escape your swollen lips **** me **** me you urge unto me Pulling me deeper Begging me not to stop Squeezing me with all of your might The crescendo building ever closer Our pace increases Feverishly we continue Moaning and crying out Trying not to reach the end Though we both know we want to The slide of the winds in and out The bows from the strings rising and falling The conductor’s arms Flailing about, commanding everyone to stay in time Building to a deafening climax The drummers beating harder and harder Pounding out the last of the composition Faster and faster the opus moves Finally ending with the piercing sound of two nearly simultaneous earsplitting determined roars of thunder The tiny drops of sweat rain over us And give life to what we share And for just a instant Silence prevails The conductor raises her hands to her lips and blows a kiss to the company Opening loves arms as if to embrace us for all eternity Then bows in thanks to the players who just gave their all The hum of our breathing subsiding As the reverberation of the now faint ending slips away I collapse and melt into you Pulling the covers over us We lie together Holding on to the last of a magnificent recital As I slip into half sleep Thinking One last kiss before we succumb Thinking I can’t wait for tomorrow Thinking There is nothing more beautiful than this Thinking about The next inviting kiss kc08 |
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Edited by
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Metaphorically Speaking...
With a pocket full of empty And a memory full of ghost The west wind gusting You leave the placid coast Your heart in pieces yearning Your senses dry and scorn The depths in which you feel So hopelessly be warn On the sleeve of your existence Weathered and rotting Fade away, fade away Tomorrow another day Just reach and you will find it Unleash the chains that bind it Mother sea is calling She will hold you true Let her currents guide you Straight for something new Her tide is reaching outward To a barren land Washed away your castle She takes you by the hand Sail again Sail again (alternative piece) With a pocket full of empty And a memory full of ghost The west wind gusting You leave the placid coast Now free from your resistance Your heart in pieces yearning Your senses dry and scorn The depths in which you feel So hopelessly be warn On the sleeve of your existence Weathered and rotting fade away, fade away tomorrow another day Just reach and you will find it Unleash the chains that bind it Show her your persistence Mother sea is calling She will hold you true Let her currents guide you Straight for something new Her tide is reaching outward To a barren land Washed away your castle You'll find me in the sand Sail again Sail again kc08 xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx The Path Pausing in the middle of a pathway that leads to nowhere feeling lost in this forest of petrified truth branches ever growing cause the light to dim the shadows consume the unsuspecting empty vessels carrying unseen burdens of past disappointments i feel your presence and continue onward i’ve searched for you for many years discovered parts of you in a few never the whole never the true one day our paths i pray will cross one day you will never feel again the loss a longing shared by empty hearts i miss you though we have never met discontent rules the land of searching souls one day to be found… the hope kc08 xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Airport Daze Sitting alone in a terminal full of people Wishing to be anywhere else I met your eyes It was one of those glancing looks that last a lifetime You smiled at me with such warmth it parched my soul My returning gaze told a story you knew too well A longing that caused the little crinkle on the bridge of your nose You understood more of me in that moment than most ever will Then he appeared, handing you the soft drink you asked for The look you gave him was not as delicate as the one I was award but, it is the look he had eared over the years That look sent me back to different place in a different time I felt bad for you Until I saw the entire terminal light up She tugged on your coat yelling for a drink Mommy, mommy…daring you to ignore her She was beautiful and so was your glow Now I know Last call for boarding of flight……… I walked to my gate readying myself for the long trip home I had to take one last look You were watching me and I was happy to discover that Looking passed his shoulder you mouthed to me the most awful word in the English language. Goodbye. You will never know how great I thought that was My smile confused the robot at the door of the plane She forgot to thank me for choosing their airline Oh well, I’ll find my seat and dream of a different place in a different time… As the plane was about to taxi out, she approached me Sir I am going to have to ask you to hand over your drink Being confused by her request, I made the mistake of asking why and started a chain of events that I still can not believe today At this point she informed me that she did not have to answer to me and it would be best if I simply gave up my drink or she would have me removed from the plane My laughing was in no way to belittle her I was still in a daze over my encounter in the airport she however, took it as an attack on her authority (when did she get authority anyway) When we heard the engines shut down I knew it was not going to be my night The gentlemen sitting next to me asked if she was kidding with this whole thing The smirk on her face said more to us that any words she could have mustered I told her she is little more than a waitress in a tube and that she was treating her customers pretty rudely Being thrown to the floor of plane is not a pleasant experience and the two men made sure I knew this These were not the kind of handcuffs I was used to either. Sure the pain was there but, there was no pleasure to follow As I was being dragged down the aisle the applause was unnecessary to say the least The poor guy next to me met the same fate Guilt by association I supposed I told you to give me the drink the robot said to me and in the most condescending voice you ever heard she added… Thank you for choosing *********** airlines Sporting our matching forehead and nose rugburns Bob, as I have come to know him and I were being led back to the terminal Where I prayed you would not see me Thankfully you had boarded your flight. I was hopping you took the time to throw away the drink Fifteen policemen and two FAA agents escorted my new partner in crime down a long hallway. I was stuffed into a room that was more suitable for janitorial supplies. Two hours of interrogation was getting us nowhere I was no threat nor was Bob. They; just like the waitress refused to answer any of my questions Fingerprints and photographs were taken and I will spare you of the details to the extent of the search we were subjected to (Bob and I did not laugh about this later at the bar) We did discus the evening over a few drinks however, it was at the Presidents Club of another airline I apologized to Bob once more as we parted Getting aboard separate flights as mandated by our new friends at Airport Police He shook my hand, turned and left I can still see the smile on his face as he passed the trash can… Four strangers forever linked… in memory Me with my new found understanding of the arrogance within the airline industry. The robot who is convinced she is the last line of defense to our National Security and who, single handedly ruined what could have been a beautiful moment in time Bob, poor Bob an innocent bystander guilty of having the nerve to laugh at a situation that was quickly spinning out of control. Never knowing how the words bend over and spread-um could make one feel so small…until now And the women in the terminal With one look delivered a hundred dreams and counting Sad and yet so beautiful this life can be Wherever you are know that you took a small part of me with you that day and gave to me something much bigger Hope re-born Found in an airport daze kc07 xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx All That Glitters You went from 120 down to 115 A liposuction procedure that You did not need The greedy plastic surgeon Was just like you Couldn’t see past the checkbook It obstructed his view When a crooked partner Cost me both companies You suddenly had Other places to be You’re so supportive You put your Fendi, Coach and Prada bags In the Lois Vatan luggage With your Chanel rags Jimmy Choo, D & G Vera Wang, D & B These ****ing names are Confusing me You drove off in a $54,000.00 suv Quite a step from the Escort you had When you first met me When I had to tell you no You freaked out It’s about time you learned What life is about With your surgically enhanced profile 375 cc’s that make the men smile I was your safety net play You used all your guile Giving visitation rights To me for a while Now I hear your house burnt down What will you do with no labels around Don’t mean to snicker At this little glitch All I can say is Karma’s a ***** Me, I’m living with all I have left. Fighting to pay off debt Trying to find someone much different from you. See, I learned my lesson. Did you learn one too? What do you want from me that I have not given you in the past? Leave me alone I can’t feel you anymore. To steal a line from Tom Petty Don’t come around here no more You darken my door Whatever you’re looking for Don’t come around here no more….. kc08 |
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One Night Stand
passed on the stranger who’s cloaked all in danger a transparent allure been here before a solvable mystery won’t put up a fight not there for a lifetime just one or two nights approval is fine it eases the mind though not what I need no, not at this time forever, with a cynical laugh released me from its grasp now a wondering plight into a dark night there’s wear on my soul these shoes have gone old a search with a story too often told kc07 xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx The Price of Silence we saw them swimming for their lives passed a tear for their strife then turned the channel one and all, American Idle must be on priorities, of the night, governed, from the right watched as it’s people died in vain such a shame… but that’s the world…we live in there was a man who had the nerve to imagine a different kind of world one in which we lived in peace a scary thought, for some at least for his dream they banned his song and hopped that he would move along accused him of blasphemy and worse such a curse…. but that’s the world…we live in the powers that be would listen if our arms were raised in unison but we are too pre occupied paying bills just to survive what would happen if we all stayed home their profits would be gone would they change their way of thinking my guess is no, we’d keep sinking but that’s the world we live in they worship a God I don’t understand take them to the desert kill their men enslave the children rape their wives we’ll give them a whole new life the new born will be more like us the world will watch and shouldn’t fuss we don’t have anything they need such is greed… but that’s the world….we live in “fools said i, you do not know silence like a cancer grows hear my words that i might teach you take my arms that i might reach you but my words like silent raindrops fell and echoed in the wells of silence” and the world we know, just keeps on sins of man bestowed upon this fear that they feed us on when will we ever learn kc08 xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Flight if I open my heart would you take a look inside would you keep it warm and help me forget, the tears I’ve cried I don’t need you, but I want you, to know how much I care I can soar on my own but, I’d rather have you there if I gave you the moon would it be enough for you if I moved all the stars and spelled your name would you believe that it’s all true I don’t need you, but I want you you’re the reason I breathe you’re the reason that I’m grounded, honey you’re the reason that I fly if I lost my way would you help me understand if I reached out for you would you take me by the hand you’re the reason that I breathe you’re the reason I see you’re the reason I don’t ask why, and you’re the reason I fly I don’t need you, but I want you, with you I don’t ask why you’re the reason, the only reason you’re the reason I fly kc08 xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Word Play you’ve lost its meaning left me to wonder if i ever really held it left me bewildered the crossword puzzle hides its truth as the mourning paper stares back at me i don’t have the answers to the questions i once invented you across me down enlightenment, such a dark price to pay spilled coffee on the page, flowing life lessons blurring the lines on my face crow’s-feet digging deeper into my soul your footsteps growing more faint by the day trust, sharing, togetherness, faith… nothing fits anymore just empty spaces calling for letters that now fulfill other expressions still painting pictures of a once defined reality, when in all reality nothing is real it’s all made up by fabricators of truth meant to distort the view of the many hopeful participants tossed aside unsatisfied unfinished un everything i rest with pen in hand and wait for tomorrows conundrum kc08 xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx The Meaning of Over It’s not a singular meaning It’s a heart without feeling It’s the reason men would die It’s the clouds without a sky It’s the shore without the sand It’s the glove that has no hand It’s the beginning of restoration It’s an awful destination It’s something that is often feared It’s also been quite revered It’s a hall of hunger It’s a stay in the dungeon It’s a beat without the sound Its life turned upside down It’s a never ending fight It’s a wrong that lost its right It’s a side effect of life It’s something that you’ll have to learn It’s a pilot light that doesn’t burn It’s a reason to shed tears Even when it’s your idea It’s leaving childhood behind It’s the treasure that you never find It’s a bitter pill to have to swallow It can leave you feeling pretty hollow I could keep going on my friend But it’s also a way to say The End.... kc08 |
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Edited by
kc0003
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Wed 03/19/08 11:03 PM
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The Mirrors Tale
He started writing her a couple of years ago. Just little notes at first, nothing she couldn’t handle. She loved him so very much It was his way of telling her he loved her. His way of dealing with the pain in this world. And not coming to terms with the fact that he was disappointed in himself and unhappy with his choices. He is scared to death of life; it’s his way of taking control, his way of hiding, and his way of blaming her. When they first married she didn’t know he would become so expressive. Over the years she has come to hate his writings and who can blame her. She hides them from her friends; it’s kind of embarrassing for her. Long sleeves and a good base can cover his terrible grammar but does little to fix the punctuation. She noticed some time ago that when he drinks he suddenly becomes F. Scott Fitzgerald. What started out as little notes have become short stories. Filled with anger and written on her skin the bruises ask more questions than they answer. Like so many do, she blames herself, struggles to understand, and tries to make the best of things. She finds herself loathing his returning home, celebrating his sleep and comfortable in his absence. My, how she never pictured this when they started out. He left her a note last night. Delivered it with a backhand and pinned it to her eye so she can’t help but study it. She reads from the mirror. It tells her he is a child living in a grownup world. That he is a tiny man who doesn’t know the meaning of love. It tries to explain that he is the only one who truly cares for her and no one would ever want her the way he does. It convinces her that his problems are all her fault. What it does not make clear is that as long as she is willing to make excuses for him, he is right. She’ll stay in for a few days just to avoid the critics. They don’t get the meaning of his secret language. His literature etched on his favorite pad goes beyond their comprehension. So, she protects him, yet doesn’t understand why. She is gathering strength and soon will find the courage to break out of this incarceration. I pray it is so. She has a kind and caring soul that is still intact. Somewhere out there is another that will help her heal the wounds of the past. Treat her with the care and tenderness she so richly deserves. Take her broken heart into his hands and hold it with the softness and sweetness of a newborns sleeping breath. And she will know it is time to rise…. and shine... I can not wait to see her sparkle. My friend, my dear sweet friend. kc08 xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx The Cracked Vase The sunlight that once fed my leaves, in a twist of fate - dehydrates me. Love is wilting and I`m dying by degrees. The drops we cry, provide the rain. To a vase that knows it cant sustain. There's nothing left, save for, the desert of loves - remains. Your cracked vase lets the water by, my roots can`t drink. And soon will die. Another love turned to dust. Another vase consumed by rust. The crimson light escapes from me, dripping, falling endlessly. To a bottom that it never finds, leaving nothing, not even a seed behind. Your cracked vase lets the water by, my roots can`t drink and soon will die. Holding on to loves sweet song, once again to sing alone. kc07 xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Imaginary Memories Though, Iv`e known your touch and your taste. I always look at you with the eyes of a stranger. Captured by your beauty and desperate to discover you.... Again Last night I stayed awake for hours caressing the small of your back. In the event my mind should ever slip my fingertips have memorized all the contours of your splendor So soft So beautiful As I stir this morning I realize I imagined the entire night. Where are you. I`m waiting. I`m ready. kc07 |
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Track Star
Go ahead and turn your back on all you have ever known run, run as fast as you can for as long as you can run from the past run from your mistakes run from you run from me you will see… when you tire and need to rest the past will sit next to you and wait till it’s time to go again so do what you do best strap on those shoes and run, run as fast as you can for as long as you can run from the truth run from the pain run from your life run from the struggles when you get to the place you think you need to be it will all be waiting for you everything you chose to flee everything, everything except for me kc07 xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Different Kind of Christmas so you say it’s Christmas? you say a time for joy, a time for peace, a time for giving? i don’t believe you where are the smiles where is my peace a treeless house decorated with disregard a childless world of relentless pain but, it’s better for you my loss your gain, my gift to you… shed a tear for the giver i can’t believe you condemnation wears many hats yours pulled down over your eyes, nothing gets seen indignant reactions serve no one; the child’s soul is hungry your gift to me… shed a tear for the giver i understand you oh, it’s going to be a different kind of Christmas this year of that be sure no gifts for the innocent, the giver withdrawn will shed his own tear the last flicker of candle turns to vapor shadows no longer dance but, fade away new significance to the Silent Night your wish in motion i leave you slip into an aided slumber my last gift to you, careful what you do with it you can’t return it, but you can shed a tear for the giver... kc07 xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Seaside Picnic Your tides of apathy roll my body over the jagged coral wreckage left in your wake. Again and again. The indifference tears me to shreds. Scavengers gather at the shoreline to feast on my emptiness, as the sea turns a brilliant scarlet in your honor. Piece after piece washed ashore I always did look good in red kc07 |
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Neighbors Never Know
The cold steel against my skin, congers images of pain or, is it relief ? I can not tell the difference, anymore. Her silent voice taunts me to push. Not worth it, my heart cries out. Is it worse to die for the wrong reason or, live for no reason ? ether way, alone, it`s not worth it. I rest that cold killer, on the night stand. Exiting the room an empty hall, inside an empty house, teases my empty heart. Kicking down the door, I rush in, I reach. I would have stopped there, but... From the detectives notebook: We interviewed the surrounding neighbors the following are some of their comments " he seemed so normal " " he was a nice guy. what happened? " " he kept up his yard didn't`t get involved with other peoples business " " he looked ok to us, he always waved, he stayed to himself " " what would make someone do such a thing? "... Its amazing to me how the neighbors never know. kc07 |
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Fear
Her eyes, held me captive, for years. They reflected to me, images of unborn lives. And showed me, myself, As a whole. I shall never look into another`s, the same. For fear they will show me, as I truly am... KC07 |
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Pride
Nickolas I will always love you and always be there for you... He entered my life at six months old with no one to be his father. As occurs all too much in this world, someone just didn't bother. My love for his mother, grew and grew. Something else happened, I fell in love with him too. Nine years went by too fast Remembering- The times I ran when he fell. Listening to the stories he`d tell. Watching the world through his eyes. Hurting every time he cries. He is a wonderful child, with a brilliant mind. Compassionate, funny, exceedingly kind. It cannot be measured all I learned from him. I was supposed to be the teacher. Nine years went by too fast. For his birthday this year, he asked. Could we be a family again? Now, that's heart wrenching stuff, from a child of ten. Last night I cried, when we ended our call. No, it wasn't for the, I love you. You will see. The tears were a mixture, of pride and sad. For the word he chose, to call me was... Dad KC07 |
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Ouuuuuuuuuuu I found my favorite poetry book!!!
(((KC))) |
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Oh my friend beautiful work
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Madness......
I've known this madness... Yet come to understand one must live life to the fullest,,, one day at a time.. Infinite...... Left me feeling a sadness A Thought...... I love your thoughts As If.... Excellent Timing..... Timing is of the essence The Distance in Between.... Pride can kick us in are Assssss Tonight...... Memories keep our Souls alive and our Heart searching for the beat again.... Front Row Parking..... One of my Favorites,,,, (((( kc )))))) your Soul is brilliant The Inviting Kiss..... Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm Yes Metaphorically Speaking... Sail Again The Path..... The path unknown yet so worth the journey Airport Daze........ One of my Favorites All the Glitters...... Bravo,,,, Jumping up and Down, Excellent,,,, One Night Stand....... (((( kc ))))) I am in awe of your beauty,, Your Soul my friend is pure,, simply pure The Price of Silence.... If only for a day the world we live in could be as beautiful as the sunsets when my eyes are closed,, Laughter and Calm returns to this world,,, Such a sad Price Flight.... Got lost in the Flight,,, Brilliant Word Play....... Goshhhhhhhhhhhhhhh I have really missed you The Meaning of Over....... Mmmmmmmmmm I want to reach out and Hug ya,, The Mirrors Tale...... The Mirror at times scares the Hell out of me,, Such vivid Memories of a life I want to forget... The Cracked Vase.... I am at a loss for words here,,, I love this,,, and have come to see that this cracked vase with care and un- derstanding and a wholeeeeeeeee lot of Polish will drink the water and sprout such beauty. Imaginary Memories....... Beautiful...................... Star Track.... As I read tears fall,,, (((( kc )))) Different Kind of Christmas....... (((( kc )))))) Moving, breathtaking movement Seaside Picnic........ Neighbors Never Know........ Fear........ Pride..... These last pieces moved me once again,,, My Friend I was again stand in awe of you,, Your Eyes so filled with Kindness you are an amazing Man a Gift,, Yep a gift I want my autographed copy of this collection of your Soul,, I treasure you and the Moments in time you touched my heart with your Eyes.. Love Mom 
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I haven't read all these yet. Just wanted to pop in and say, I've missed ya, Tigerman, it's good to see you!
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again i thank you mirror hope you got a chance to read them all 
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you're raining your talent, a storm of words; honest, deeply felt, sharing a little pain to water the normal life with truth
peace out jimmy |
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t/y
now, if you would pub/it 
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Oh my friend beautiful work
thank you i am sure there are some you have not seen thank you for taking the time
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awwww mom
you are so kind so special you own a place in my heart that i will always keep dry and warm you so much
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Edited by
ZPicante
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Thu 03/20/08 06:42 PM
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Kevin,
For someone fairly new to poetry writing, you certainly have a prolific body of work! As someone who has read a relatively large amount of poetry from “the greats” (Cummings, T.S. Eliot, and the like), received some severe (painful, at the time) critiques about my own writing, and read many a critical review from experienced writers, I feel semi-equipped to pass on to you some bits of advice. First, let me compliment you on your ability to pour emotion into your work. If anything stands out in all your pieces, it is the intensity of your emotions. That said, now comes the challenge of learning to CONVEY those emotions so that OTHERS feel them, see them, touch them--experience them. And by that I mean, find images - REAL “pictures” from your own life; simple, yet vivid, things – and learn to phrase your emotions in a way so as to CAUSE those emotions in the reader. For example, which of these strikes you as more original and impacting? "My loneliness grew after you went away; my heart turned toward the direction of the door from which you left me. My thoughts feel torn and depressed; Part of my being will never be the same, But I look forward to the sunrise." Or... "Remember me when I have gone away, Gone far away into the silent land; When you can no more hold me by the hand, Nor I half turn to go, yet turning stay. Remember me when no more day by day You tell me of our future you had plann’d: Only remember me; you understand It will be late to counsel then or pray. Yet if you should forget me for a while And afterwards remember, do not grieve: For if the darkness and corruption leave A vestige of the thoughts that once I had, Better by far you should forget and smile Than that you should remember and be sad." O’ course, most obviously, the first I wrote rather sloppily and the second Christina Rossetti wrote. I just want to illustrate the difference between consistent, original, specific writing versus confusing, half-abstract/half-concrete, vague writing (not that yours is that bad, but just speaking in general extremes). In essence, the best advice I could give you is to continuously read poetry from experienced writers (which means, usually, famous writers) and observe their techniques. Copy them, if necessary, for practice. And write with meaning. Ask yourself, "what do my words *actually mean*? Am I writing what I mean (what I really feel; what is true), or what I *think* sounds kinda good or poetic?" I’m not the best, but let me try to critique one of your pieces in a separate post (to follow). Thank you for reading. 
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