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Old 11-27-2007, 05:35 PM
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Will I make the night?
Will I win this fight?
Others live this plight,
Know to well this site,
When all sense of right,
Scrambled out of sight—
Can feel when it doth bite
Cutting through with frightful ease,
Why would I delight?,
Won did I,
Though took all my might.

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Old 11-27-2007, 05:36 PM
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Solidity

Proportions seem unclear
As objects that once were near
Began to change relation
Solids begin to take motion
Suddenly reality takes a spin
all that’s you and held within
begins to lose cohesion
as though an open lesion
then when we find our minds
and think its quite a find
memory of partial type
reminds this was not hype
we once where really here
that this was what we fear
what was thought not to be
for anyone the anguish of reality.

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Old 11-27-2007, 05:40 PM
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Default my looking glass has words

My looking glass has words
serious some would have them be,
I say let us read and we shall see.
For composers of written word,
is much of what we'll read, or so I've heard.
Some may write of their distress,
others of how to hem a dress.
One may be the words I seek,
the other may seem a little bleak.
This forum spreads far and wide,
reaches out to those who hide.
So to my family and those to join,
I did dishes last night, it's your turn!

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Old 11-27-2007, 05:42 PM
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Dearth

Portrait of what was
Paints of what will be,
To see beyond its fear,
Melts away foreseen,
Time begins its mess
At rest begins anew,
Whilst I before this frame
Slide hastily to a halt,
Albeit hard to relate
Progression behind glass plate
Whilst on the side with paint,
Far harder to explore
The lack of it ignored
Its painful restart abhorred
Whilst not brushed to a halt.

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Old 11-27-2007, 05:45 PM
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swords into ploughshares, liabilities into assets.

Yet again in words I read my heart exposed,
on those who care, I thought I had imposed.
Though within response I found delight…
some have shown we share this plight.
Why would I find comfort in this despair?
To be alone would not seem fair.
I admit I wish for them I were alone,
Though their understanding I condone.
I find this peace that we all share…
for now we speak of what we didn’t dare…
brings me to a better place,
makes it something we can face.

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Old 11-27-2007, 05:47 PM
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Default poems from me

Poems from me, are a part of what I see.
often this is from here, and other times from me.
never do I know, were these will go.
I type the words out, and hope my work will show.
A message they can often hold,
if not, I am sure that you would scold.
the work it takes, to make words mold,
is quite hard for some as I am told.
So what is it that, I work to say?
that these are for you, I hope you stay.

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Old 11-27-2007, 05:51 PM
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Quote:
Originally Posted by Toad, just as i posted it way back when
I share these words because of a friend showing me what could be found in words and another friend took the time to read this one so I knew I could post it; when the brain gets fried confidence goes out the window.

Know that these words do not search for sympathy; rather they are what I would paint if I could.




Spent

Déj** vu of thought of motion,
Felt the drop-slide-groove, taking of me,
Back for the moment, torn from the fabric,
Shredded moments burned in effigy,
Burning rubber of phantom warning,
My cliff in darkness shrouded.

Shards of light for contrast,
Skipping loss of time,
Twists sense in action.

Flight without direction,
Motion without relationships,
Doubt fueled burns from confusion,
Subtle fusion of realities,
Reeking havoc in my memories.

Bound, twisting in the wind,
Resistance as if not an action,
Departure without cognizant,
Nor residue in memory.

Returned from nothingness,
Pummeled into submission,
Though unable to act or react,
For whoever was or was not at the helm,
Ran what is me for more than worth,
Crushed remnants of this wreckage; burnt fuel.

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Old 11-27-2007, 05:53 PM
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The Stakes

Swimming in a pool of thought
with no direction being sought
found the next step was not there
was pulled as if ‘twere from thin air
replaced by a wall which impales
though of surprise is that it pales
in light of torture within new views
while hit by waves which take their due
the wash for which was lost all reason
tenderized, aged and left to season,
twists what’s left for scavengers to share
remnants of a tattered soul left bear.
Then a breath from lungs anew
as what was seen, slides from view.

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Old 11-27-2007, 05:56 PM
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Taken for granted

Time in thought comes to a stop,
as a skidding tire on asphalt:
rapid, slight, harsh, skipping.

Before time twists physical in flight
without known direction,
nor constant to thought-known relative restrictions,
an inability for anything in a physical world.

As progression of everything, so does this,
to a slower skipping- with a numbing-ness,
rocking with rhythm my mind out of consciousness.

Coming to:
head back, eyes closed, something strange though familiar.
Lungs fully empty,
as if forgotten how to breathe;
have I?
Once restarted, seems quite odd;
labor intensive,
thought needed to continue,
bewildered I had ever done so with less effort.

Having run my marathon,
while surviving it as well,
I retire for the evening,
hoping for a breath of effortless air.

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Old 11-27-2007, 09:05 PM
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Pieces

Truly wish that I were me,
Then I might see what is.

Tail which weaves of destination
Tears wide open predispositions,
Leaving not of who we are,
In woven time line from thin air,
What builds becomes familiar,
Dread this place, taken too,
While knowing it so well,
Dreading those familiar smells,
Seared in our senses,
Fear it dispenses,
All too memorable this well trodden path.

If nothing more than what lies before,
Behind curtains drawn –
Cloaking what could be,
Of a page from whence I came,
Chapter re-seen though known to thee—
Albeit unlikely that I would profess,
Whilst thoughts bind breaking, crass,
Dream I shall of thoughts seen clear,
Of mind made decisions,
Less continuous revisions,
Spliced without regard in topic nor time,
Confusion sprouts forth as each thought—
Diced in and out of sequence,
Folds in upon another,
Leaving what was but a stir-fry of thoughts—
Cooked beyond digestible reason…
Identity questioned.

Whilst surface comes to light,
A welcome sight, blight, upon deliberation,
Images split from what was not, though was,
Into what is, though had been lost,
At a terrible cost,
Yet breath still comes, albeit an effort,
Exhaustion floods over sinking this carcass,
Out of reality, yet again, though
At rest would I be found, now.

This tail which weaves of our destination
Tears wide open our predispositions,
Leaving not of who we are
Weaving fabric in time line from thin air
What builds becomes familiar to us
Dread this place we are taken too
While knowing it so well
Dreading those familiar smells
Seared in our senses
Fear it dispenses
All too memorable this well trodden path.


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