amonkie

a truer wish never made ...

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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

tecoyah

I have tasted sweet wine
Milk from the breast of my lover
Dopamine thrust of success
Lips are licked for these
I have sucked in Bitterness
Failures rancid flavour
Bile coated pill of dead Ego
Salted blood on my tongue
This Cuisine of lifes lessons
spiced as it is
never tasting as expected by desires
Gives me the sustenance my soul requires

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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

tecoyah

Bringer of sorrow, my title changed
Not the lover of old
No longer banked coals
Bringer of sorrow head bent low
Failed inspration, it seems I bring
Poisoned nails of demon
Pain bleeds from my fingertips
Failed inspiration is all I know
Moving the puppet, no skill it would seem
Tangled threads confuse me
Tortured soul my doing
Moving this puppet from nightmare to dream

Cold sweat awakening into a scream

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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

absence_of_color

Awesome.

And Twas the night... was very beautiful. Very pure way of conveying the feeling of the season.

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...absent of everything.

tecoyah

This line of thought, feeble it seems
never understood
solid only in my dreams
not so very good
once upon a time there was
community defined
I cannot let it go because
it is so hard to find
Now I find a world has changed
not for good or bad
the place I love is rearranged
I long for what I had
selfish, yes I must admit
missing days gone bye
Do I fight , or do I quit
Do I even try

This line of thought, is made from dreams
or memories perhaps
This line of thought.....this Line

tecoyah

And so....my goodbye
To all those felt in my mind
such splendid meetings we share
knowing others in some way care
But time....it seems contrives
to give a sight to the blind
vision showing us each where
our use is sometimes better there
Just know...you each and every one
have been to me the rising sun
and in my passing from this home
I take a part of you.....never alone

tecoyah

Winter passes and light thaws a mind in hiding
no longer holding the frigid thoughts of chill
clouds burn off when this sun burns bright
opening for the sky, opening for embrace
warmth flows from the body of knowledge

tecoyah

I look into the demons eyes
and for once it speaks truth
if only to spread the pain like blood on the sidewalk
some monsters know love too well
and like you, use it against me

No hidden smile in the gaze
its clearly painted on broken skin
eager teeth to bite and consume whats left of my heart
some monsters can never feed enough
and like love, will eat me alive

tecoyah

I just got news my second poem is now published....woo hoo

They liked this one:

Flower

You put flowers in your hair
Soft pedals made brittle by your cheeks
Bleeding fragrance to the air
Dull sweetness lost in your scent
You put flowers in your hair
Wilted beauty in red by those lips
As if attempting to compare
No taste of sugar from its leaf
You put flowers in your hair
But they only pale in my minds light
And it just seems so unfair
Fading colors with your smile

You put flowers in your hair
But I cant see them. . .anymore


Copyright ©2007 Matthew Patrick Martin

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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

ItWasMe

Love it. Tinged with a bit of sadness at the end, and I usually don't do sad. But it is very good.

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"Ok, no more truth-or-dare until somebody returns my underwear" ~ George Lopez

I bake cookies just so I can lick the bowl. ~ ItWasMe

tecoyah

No oak am I, though leaves do fall
Littered soil below my crown
No aspen slender, fragile sway
Shimmering in moonlight glow
No cedar thick, in hide and bark
Shallow tendrils just touching earth
Perhaps a maple descript in leaf
Sweet nectar in my blood
No rose am I, though thorns do sting
Scented pleasure sometimes found
No violet bright, vibrant shade
Adding dreams to where I grow
No Lilly deep, in hue and root
Colors made to match a mood
Forget me not, forever yours
As if you ever could

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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

tecoyah

A brazen key defies this damp hand
as if it knows to shy from salt
another door that awaits puncture
another chapter in the poetic gesture of life
I have to wonder if this time
the fit is as it should be, in my mind
making function from a past artists hand
making a new doorway bleed its light
Once a ring of jumbled keys
this chiming bulk of lessons held
turning endless in these tarnished locks
turning a boy into some form of man

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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

tecoyah

I am pain, a giver of dread
slight though my slipped tongue might seem
some poison mixes into a waiting mouth
just enough, to sting
I am sorrow, a minds burden
imaginings of those things in passions past
darkening images held in the heart
just enough to fade
I am hell, burnt bastard of being
holding your heart to this inferno I live
roasting emotions in simmering juices of life
Just enough to singe the one I Love

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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

tecoyah

No dark corner does my mind look into
Misted thoughts playing havoc no more
Sunlight bleeds through the clouds I peel apart
Making me smile at warmth on my face

No shaded meadow keeps me chilled today
Instead, the grasses slide between my toes
Seeing the figure you make in waist high winds
And knowing, you smile at me from the other side

In the middle we will embrace, and make these flowers whole.

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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

tecoyah

Salted red on lips in grin
this taste of wrath dripping down my chin
frustrated grinding tooth
I'm well aware I bleed my youth...Don't care
Dagger blade my back can feel
she plunges where I cannot heal
blood dries black
my matching heart, attack...Ain't fair
explaining why I sit and stare.

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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

ring

Ouch.

I am glad to see you posting again.

You've been missed.

tecoyah

Yeah....it's been awhile.

I'll try to look in here more often.

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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

Sweetpea

all I can say is that I wish you Peace in your heart and mind.

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tecoyah

It's just a poem....nothing more, seriously.

I'm all happy and joyous like.

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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

tecoyah

Though perhaps stained, from living
This grin is real in smiling light
Inside laughter made for giving
Adding sunshine to your night
Infection spreading
Bring out your dead
Then sit inside, enjoy the living

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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

ngdawg

Nice to see you back in form, Tec

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Don't blame me. I didn't vote for either of'em.

tecoyah

Not quite in form....but it's coming back to me...heh

Tx Dawg...good to see 'ya

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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

tecoyah

Dream if you will, with me
see the floating dust in this bare beam of light
as dark as it is...there is a glow
look beyond the veil, and see
Dwell if you will, be free
feeling this barely there fire is right
staring long enough to until you know
Sunlight stronger than you, or me

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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

hunnychile

Get thee to a publisher.....fast!

Very interesting, unique work. Thanks for sharing.

/love to see it written on paper someday/

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"I need compassion, understanding and chocolate." - NJB

tecoyah

Thanks Hunny


We have a windstorm going on:

Whisper my mind to sleep
Slender breeze while you rest
So tender, I sleep as well
Waiting for the nightmare
Inhale now, breath deep
Put your nature to the test
Broken limbs, scattered hell
Strip the quiet landscape bare
Steal the peace and never care
Reminding all that you are there

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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

tecoyah

Inspired



What breeze is this, that blows my mind
My own breath is lost to wild winds she fans
Lashes battering the walls from outside
No gray clouds basking in a storms glow
No gray clouds, only the glow of a sun
That undefined moment that confuses dawn and dusk
Beauty in the show of light making it okay to not know
She hides there in my thoughts
She colors the sky to make me smile
I doubt she paints the mist for me, she does so unknowing
But she still paints…
Removing the gray


When you live in pleasure
Can there be too much
If each moment is spent
Dreaming of touch
When hours are spent in perpetual bliss
And highlights of days are awaiting that kiss
Everyone else only hopes to find this
Why not, take the treasure
Enjoy it as such
Dismiss all intent
Allow finger clutch
Accept human nature you cannot dismiss
Knowing these times are the things you would miss
Nothing in life, can duplicate this
Nothing in life, compares to your kiss



And there it is, laid at my feet
Another chapter starts
Mindful though I try to be
The mind ignores the heart
A sometimes wonder comes in play
Can't be set aside
Emotions that won't go away
Enjoy the bumpy ride
I may not know the destination
And yet, I pay the fare
Dropping petty hesitation
Deciding not to care

I may not know the destination
But want to end up there.


There is more...just is
forcing parts of myself to the surface
parts I may have forgotten, or neglected
There is so much more, there just...is
There are longer moments...just are
some hour long minutes I will never trade
She can warp my time, and she knows it...I tell her
There are days of moments, week long...minutes
Some parts of a love are beyond explanation, beyond my words

I would have it no other way...even if I could
I want more moments

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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

ngdawg

"Mind of Tecoyah" says it all.
Looks like it's in a very nice garden right now.

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