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11-04-2005, 05:00 AM
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Illusionary
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The Mind of Tecoyah...
Decided the Muse is back....so its ressurection time....heh.
Blight Is this the blinded vision, guiding life no light bleeds from under the door wet dripping insight to mark a path I close my eyes to see no more Walk alone this Darkened hell existing only to be, unknowing hope a flicker barely seen rarely more than dimmly glowing I look inside, no wind is blowing
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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 Last edited by tecoyah; 11-05-2007 at 04:40 PM.. |
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11-04-2005, 05:05 AM
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Half awake and barely there
eyes ache to shut out light numbing senses fail to care evening slumber hides in dark corners of mind Waves it seems in weary blight hiding answers in my stare dreams of you await in night Trapped in places I'm too tired to find Close my eyes and see you when I'm blind Inevitable in this fluid leaf strewn brook is the branch that leads to a stagnant pool though life and nature are there.....it is not clean No clear water to quench my thirst and So...... Backpaddle again , up streams of turbulent rumblings search as I do for the fork that leads ...somewhere else over these pebbles seeming slick and grand twigs as mighty oak bows tower above and so...... Into the river floats my dream of this world dunking below the fury of drenched relations the cool taste of melted crystals in my lungs lay my head on the rounded stones of her timeless belly and so......It goes and so......Do I
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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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11-04-2005, 05:06 AM
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Take my heart from me, do with it what you will
I hand it freely to the decayed fingers of deaths cold hand Burning passion has charred the surface black Cool rejection shatters the frozen blood Such a useless piece of my life is this beating waste I give it freely.....to you For I have no need of this pain I give it freely.....so you Cannot destroy my love again Scents abound in winters failing breath Hints of life beneath dying snow I have wished in secret for this death Always hoping none will know Green becomes my mothers skin While grey and white grow old Sunlight lends to me its grin And laughs at winters cold My blinded mind , a fragile thing taking in the fascination of life layers of experience covering the damage inflicted healing of wounded treasonous love takes the time I cannot spare broken lessons ,delayed progression of soul rejected stand alone as humble fool bring the light with yourself, and see the open roads of brighter days projected anothers path is not your own and open eyes are far from blind but only my own sight will show
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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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11-04-2005, 05:06 AM
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Drywall
I can lick the caramel walls this place called home paid good money for the right to paint these are my sheets of absorbed light hues of my imagining, my mixing such thought as I have cerebral pigments that make up living these spaces I dwell upon, within, whichever good money I paid for this paint to be right careless drips of artistic reflection shaded in jade,call it green who would worry if the tone is too deep why paint a wall if not to be seen why paint a wall, at all The Wait patience...idle thoughts take hold do hours go by,or do i sleep feel the worry grow as day flows by and still...i am still...time is still how long do i wait will i know when i need to move can i move when i need to learn a mind thinks of patience as a body thinks of pain a virtue i wish not to use Red interrupted from closed eyed stupor that hated glow, smoldering a retinal ember behind my consciousness the heat of waking muscles, damn blinds letting in the fractal beams tearing fabric lost in dreams grasping at these ruined thoughts a ray of sun to stop the screams illuminate the missing themes away these pieces best forgot another interrupted night
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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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11-04-2005, 05:07 AM
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Illusionary
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This black muse becomes me
the dark bitch of my soul giving voice to what I try to hide gladly do I hand you control rip the careful walls apart flood this mind with spitful pleasure open up my bleeding heart to the burns of my memories forcing words I someday treasure Extra care , these fragile wings aloft in thought downy feathers insight brings and nested visions I have sought The wind beneath my body sings a song in my mind caught the words a thousand different things all the demons I have fought one only hopes its not for Naught Ice Crystals thought left by Gods some say the weepings of such dropped by deitys unknown into the needy hands of men cold hearts warmed by these tears none alike in form as with us all, unique made it seems just to see powdered love fall from the skies Blessed be the blade is keen The hands that hold it true For in my mind I play the scene Of what he means to do A little snip is all it takes Some thread to make it stick My little swimmers now have brakes And still I have my Dick
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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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11-04-2005, 05:07 AM
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Illusionary
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Soft the mossy floor of home
capture life in wet reflection Backyard visions herald spring with raindrips from the fingered trees Memories are found in these No more the blinding bleach of snow in place these tendrils of the new hues of splendor in each buds grasp awaiting these songs of winters passing May my spring be everlasting There is a bleak setting in the corner of my mind where demons wait for suble hints of pain eating the crumbs of broken dreams life feeds the debris of happiness to thoughts minions Scavenging from the bliss of love and desire growing stronger with each shredded emotion these creatures of dark nature try to breed seeds of black devistation planted in subconscious It is mine to starve the midnight It is mine to bring the light It is mine Misted like breath in Januarys morning my thoughts of you wander No guidance to remind my heart of you I am not alone , I know, but still lonely Staring at this incomplete jigsaw that one piece missing, under the bed Or swept under my unconscious rug of the mundane not a game, I know, but still Fun to play Stimulation for this mind I'm losing
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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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11-04-2005, 05:08 AM
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These broken wings aloft fail to bring
instead a grounded waste of angelic grace bringer of laughter was once fortunes offering now in soils cracked parchment is my name written none remembering blessings from my heart Once a voice of glory to sing Rasp now in tortured studder filled distaste only the messenger of pain salted suffering leaving infection and rot where I've bitten assemblage around me of lives torn apart These demons inside me proclaim my soul king dwell in the refuse of kindness I waste infesting the whole of what I'm becoming removing loves residue now its forbidden A farewell to feelings in bitter repart far from me better are those who are smart There is seldom a place of reflection in time River of thought flowing unimpeeded by the rooted stones of life No sanctuary clothed in Falls painted death But when these moments take a soul into embrace, then do poems form Such silent revolution does the mind breath in Inhale the scent of creation before winds icy fingers crush Break the hold of the missing sirens song in my head Only to find.....no Love in this Muse These debris strewn halls of play Childrens footprints marking paths of joy Puppys stuffed in China to hug someones baby Frowning child of labor sewing this toy Unaware of smiles on the face of my boy A thousand pieces of my shattered soul spread upon this bloodied ground anothers mind to make this puzzle whole and pray the missing shards are found
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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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11-04-2005, 05:15 AM
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Space
Cold fingers that caress my mind, and inspire Breathless , one can only dream of you Wonder defines , in a mind so corrupted This vast place you give me Blanketed in the heat of familiar suns Lending light that we can see with small eyes I cannot know what time says to my children What you, Frozen lover hid in your embrace They may perhaps, taste the tip of knowledge If the cosmos wishes to share If my children dare to care
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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 Last edited by tecoyah; 11-04-2005 at 05:19 AM.. |
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11-04-2005, 05:36 AM
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Drifting
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So glad to see these back ... And the Muse has not failed in her revitalization ...
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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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11-07-2005, 10:39 AM
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Falling Angel
Location: L.A. L.A. land
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These are all meaty, and require time to process, to evaluate. They all speak, and the voices resound in my mind. After the echos fade, I can respond.
Drywall..."these are my sheets of absorbed light " I identify.
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"Love is a snowmobile racing across the tundra and then suddenly it flips over, pinning you underneath. At night, the ice weasels come." - Matt Groening My goal? To fulfill my potential. Last edited by Sultana; 11-10-2005 at 11:39 AM.. Reason: spelling |
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11-07-2005, 03:31 PM
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Illusionary
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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
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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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11-09-2005, 09:45 PM
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Chilled inferno, Red, Drywall, and the two following bits are my favorites. You have the gift of knowing how to describe things in unseen, unusual ways that beautifully capture the feeling or thing. Excellent.
Extra care , these fragile wings aloft in thought downy feathers insight brings and nested visions I have sought The wind beneath my body sings a song in my mind caught the words a thousand different things all the demons I have fought one only hopes its not for Naught Blessed be the blade is keen The hands that hold it true For in my mind I play the scene Of what he means to do A little snip is all it takes Some thread to make it stick My little swimmers now have brakes And still I have my Dick |
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11-23-2005, 05:45 PM
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Think as you do, these faded imaginings
of love None has found your heart these years None will Tar coats what once heated your core stilled beats Yet you speak, as though from lifes furnace dead words Plead with the gods as you wish for warmth taste Ice The blackened depths of lost emotion show blood stained Marking your verse in a never read text dust coated Much as your love, gathers dust
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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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11-26-2005, 01:27 PM
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'Backpaddle again, up streams of turbulent rumblings'
Your rowing metaphor (God I hope I interpreted that right) really resounds, as I've been doing it all day... but it leaves a greater symbolic impact, of course, than the physical actions it connotes; but it's still good to really get into a metaphor like that. 'Plead with the gods as you wish for warmth taste Ice' That was another one which struck me this evening. The river sure was cold today... but also the scope of meaning there is extraordinarily immense. I love it when you can apply personal reflections to others' poetry. |
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11-30-2005, 04:45 AM
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Illusionary
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Migrane
Sedated, sitting, frosted mind Light today, no friend of mine Tortured flesh of pain unkind Dousing every window blind Head in pillow, room made black Defense against, her own attack I rub her shoulders, and her back Dwell upon the cure I lack
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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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11-30-2005, 04:54 AM
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Pixie Dust
Shudders, of Fading colors are used to sift the sunlight making rooms warmed by floating dustspecks every move we make spreading air that hold them aloft these visual fairies that play on unseen breath Imagine as I do some rest for tired wings as my toys of mind float out of sunlights beam lost to the world I made in this moment Pixie dust for the child I get to be...wish I could be
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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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11-30-2005, 07:08 AM
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Drifting
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i can see through your eyes in the words you choose ... beyond the surface.
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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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12-01-2005, 12:06 PM
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Twas the night......
Twas a full moon in Solstice, and all though the world Folks stood in wonder as winter unfurled My love baking cookie, and me with spiced rum More than made up for the absence of sun The Kids were content just to smell what was cooking As was I, but admit that I couldn’t help looking The drink and the warmth of a well heated oven Reminded us all of the friends in our coven When deep in the soul a reminder was placed Of why Yule is sacred, and brightens my face And there at the alter, to quell winters yearning Were evergreen boughs , and ash for the burning The moon shining white, as to copy the snow Seemed to hold summertime deep in its glow In the shadows created by limbs of the trees I saw there the Goddess to put me at ease She told me of changing in forest and leaf As nature prepared to deliver relief And all in my tribe, the Young and the Old Took solace in knowing of end to the cold To be continued.......
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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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01-29-2006, 09:05 PM
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I try, and in these sluggish steps find peace
I fail, but by falling move towards this nature I love I stive,with all I have to find release Yet, laying on my face I know what is above You cry, to all who listen to give you strength You wail, as if this world will listen to a screech contrive, as I do to lay the path in all its length Yet, you hear nothing in the words I preach Deny, if you must what I know to be inside Derail, all plans carefully laid before your feet Derive, what message is claimed by your pride Yet, undertand you create your own defeat
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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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01-30-2006, 07:22 AM
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Falling Angel
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Talk about your universal application!
I'll be thinking about this last one for quite a while, I can already tell.
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"Love is a snowmobile racing across the tundra and then suddenly it flips over, pinning you underneath. At night, the ice weasels come." - Matt Groening My goal? To fulfill my potential. |
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02-01-2006, 03:27 AM
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Be wary, as you walk in Love
step lightly over hearts so ripe Yet, step you must for love defines you Hiding in this sooty life away from cleansing breath Yet, never would such pain you bring Be clear with loves message sent as I have failed to do myself Dont bring these tears upon a virgin cheek The line of love is fine indeed white thread save the drop of blood stained, like intent for kindness, with blindness Intent is like hindsight, and effects yesterday the same Love the Homeopathic. this poison in excess
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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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02-01-2006, 01:41 PM
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Fade out
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wow... beautiful.
sweetpea
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02-01-2006, 02:47 PM
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Honestly, I blush to confess I wonder as I read your works tec, are you writing this directly to me? LOL, not that I'm self-absorbed, or at least I hope not. But it speaks directly to me...
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"Love is a snowmobile racing across the tundra and then suddenly it flips over, pinning you underneath. At night, the ice weasels come." - Matt Groening My goal? To fulfill my potential. |
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02-01-2006, 03:10 PM
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.....If you feel it...then indeed....it was written for you
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02-10-2006, 04:30 AM
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Sunshine beads crystaline drops on your skin
reflecting my hopes and desires within flesh colored by beams from the sky burned in my mind until someday I die I know you wont go, so I dont even try Bathing your body in natural light I see the fine blonded hairs turning bright contours of bronze in my gaze memorized naked breast mountain so perfectly sized Sunbathing Goddess who captured her prize
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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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02-11-2006, 06:56 PM
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Dance this staged piece of life
bend my mind away from dispair silken skirting these difficult times waiting....for better circumstance Hide dark emotion breeding strife under carpet things that make me care hide my sorrow deep within these rhymes paste my sleeve of feelings on a chance
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02-27-2006, 07:29 PM
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02-27-2006, 09:07 PM
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Nice work, as always...You make the words flow into my feelings 
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And as she plays, her sweet song of laughter floats through the air and warms my heart |
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03-12-2006, 07:49 PM
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I know you, from sweat drenched dreams
tormented mind fuck that eats my calm you made my peace cry for release made me weep in some dark corner I wont remember feast as you do on emotional screams taste of my heart 'till all of its gone eating away at me as a disease August is heaven compared to September
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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 Last edited by tecoyah; 03-13-2006 at 08:13 AM.. |
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03-31-2006, 02:57 AM
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No fools errand this walk I take
tripping on pebbles of wandering thought never it seems the time for a break knowing my stumbling fall wont be caught paved with my faults, and descisions I make 'round the next bend is seen what I sought only to find the treasure is fake worth half the price, this lesson I bought still I will travel for wanderings sake try not to worry and become distraught none of my staggering trips a mistake no fools errand when lessons are taught
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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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03-31-2006, 03:11 AM
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These tears are tainted, following cracks formed by sorrow
Lined pathways down cheeks a lifetime in the making Bitter salt in wounds of my soul As I taste my own weeping blood at thoughts of tomarrow No broken vows take this burden on, back bent with the load Expecting pain keeps no heart from breaking Over love, mind has no control And yet....knowing all this....I still chose this road Tears are always tainted, Tears
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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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04-01-2006, 04:30 PM
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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
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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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06-08-2006, 03:05 AM
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There is no broken time, no history for me
Loss coming from cracks in my soul These are the memories that make a past Fading with lack of use There is no heart making love to me Pumping heated blood into my life No saving grace smiling her blessing She has better things to do Undamaged minds to wander Unbroken but never whole, these perfect surface lives Unshaken by grief, and living through their lies
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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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06-23-2006, 05:50 PM
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Pass with me , Time
Bleed on me this transition of thought and free my stopped watch this seconhanded nature Pass me not by....time Show me ways , life Pull sleeping comfort covers from tired eyes and leap with me from the warmth of matressed blindness Let me not sleep....Life Not in this LifeTime
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