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07-08-2004, 04:45 AM
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Illusionary
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tecoyahs' stuff (The Darkness that is Me)
Devils Due
When the dark holds sway, in my soul eaten alive by this hungry leach of sorrow slurp the blood of this coal black heart beating in a corpse when the end of pain draws near such light as given paints a dim path fleeting shadows seem ablaze after midnight existance dancing in pity eater of the damned, embrace this husk forlorn shell cast aside by lumination feast on this empty,decayed form I hope you choke Healthy buzz These grapes show no wrath Juice devoted to bliss Create a reality of choice Alone without a tinge of loneliness Donning induced personality Cares by the wayside gone Place my worries in the empty bottle If only life reflected this path Everyday tasted like this Unhindered work-a-day voice Given to all this thoughtfulness Cast off corrupt rationality Decrying the truth of the con Fly thru life with foot on the throttle chilled inferno -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Scorched by life my fire is swollen by engulfing yours tasting wisps of furious blue sampling white heat by the gale licking such reds as your friction can deal pregnant flame, seeded by your furnace embers only remain,where once your blaze was banked you sooth my lungs such is your chilled inferno An End The toil and labor, years Creating failure in relationship A just reward is due for the effort Just in the eyes of an unknown God Emotion breeds pain for all but the avatar Who has no need of it Would life be a worthy journey If not for such inescapable drama The task of going on, is in itself Entertainment enough for young souls What of those who crave more Mind over matters What light you use, defines the bottom of the hole air guitar slithering past damp hair a gentle whisper in my ear gust of fury punctuating flows mother nature with terrets syndrome wildly unpredictable is the wind the essence of tempest the kiss of blown flakes Colors interrupted from closed eyed stupor that red glow, smoldering a retinal ember behind my consciousness the heat of waking muscles, damn blinds letting in the fractal beams tearing old fabric grasping at these ruined dreams a ray of sun to stop the screams illuminate the tragic away these thoughts of magic another interrupted night another day upon my life to dark to see my whitewashed emotions to cold for ocher heat others seem to notice the hues seem to lift above the blues
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Holding onto anger is like grasping a hot coal with the intent of throwing it at someone else; you are the one who gets burned. - Buddha |
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07-08-2004, 07:00 AM
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Illusionary
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Misc...banter
Loser Emboldened by lapping eyes Taken for loves’ ride Broken hearts are made like this A loser though, who never tries Moistened hands touch tangled hair Reach for words to say Solitude no friend of his A tongue to weak to think or care Forced to go from fear to speech Taken for the fool Regret a lover and a muse Far all things lovely, out of reach Pain it seems, is all they teach ---------------------------------------------- Dim hint of daybreak Seldom see the furious sun Hiding from the glow No light in the dark Opened eyes are cudgeled closed Dreams are the place for sunshine A glimpse at most And that only in thought Stuck in idle within a fog Cloaked in misery’s’ mist Closeted in the weepings of loss Dreams of sunshine have a place -------------------------------------------- Winner Entrenched desire breaks a sweat Heated by poisoned ego Gifted by the Gods to please Burdened by loves’ demanding hold Take the flower in practiced hands Lap up the petals with buds of taste Fertile soil beneath such charm Inexperienced blossom grown from seed Hunger bleeds from this open rose Desire the sun which feeds Spread open these red lips of aroma Inhaling the depths of your fragrance Salty, lush bitterness
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Holding onto anger is like grasping a hot coal with the intent of throwing it at someone else; you are the one who gets burned. - Buddha |
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07-08-2004, 07:57 AM
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Drifting
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These few lines really spoke to me- Thanks for sharing quite a variety of thoughts with us 
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Calling from deep in the heart, from where the eyes can't see and the ears can't hear, from where the mountain trails end and only love can go... ~~~ Three Rivers Hare Krishna |
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07-18-2004, 02:14 PM
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Illusionary
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She is Poison
Left as an ember of soul Fire scorched anger in mind Knowing only the pain of loss Passions broken , cast aside Forgotten Baking in remorse of spirit Lacking such vision as to be free Eyes downcast into the dirt Blindly following a path Lost Wasting breath on hatred Corrupting the essence of love Hostage held in the black of your hell I’ll not know your demon I’ll pass
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Holding onto anger is like grasping a hot coal with the intent of throwing it at someone else; you are the one who gets burned. - Buddha |
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08-15-2004, 09:21 PM
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Illusionary
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politics
Breath this paid for line Make me see your imagined path As this road is drawn by writers quill Fabricated belief is propogandas’ birth Oh, how you feel my countrys’ ache A crowd at a time Tell us plans of future times Knowing full well, what is the chance Proclaim your love and show ill will For such fortitude as needed for my earth Is beyond your reach to take And this indeed, is crime Fail me, as you will I am but one, amongst this mass But in the end all will fail If yours is set to pass
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Holding onto anger is like grasping a hot coal with the intent of throwing it at someone else; you are the one who gets burned. - Buddha |
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