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Old 12-11-2009, 03:58 AM
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This is kind of one of my older works.
Mostly I went through this depressive stage after my grandfather died and mostly at this point in my life is when I started going through a metamorphism into who I am today.

DRY BLOOD
Crimson rain pours down on souls.
The life is taken without question.
Where does that leave us?
We will walk through the valley of death
and party as the flames of hell licks our feet.
Crimson sorrow places a kiss on the cold cheek of death.
Hand in hand they slowly dance to the sound of screaming hatred.
The floor is covered in vengful blood.
As the song ends, the true fear is seen as sorrow dances the game of love.
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Old 12-31-2009, 09:48 AM
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Invictus
by William Ernest Henley

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
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Rest your weary head and let your heart decide. It's so easy.
When you know the rules.
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Old 03-30-2010, 08:15 PM
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Like a Volcano

Internal gurgling of emotions bubble from within…
Bursting out and frothing forth from the smallest sting,
Like a volcano
Hotter than fire, burning the hearts of those we know and love
Oozing into the cracks of their empty places
Like a volcano
Complacency, settles and cools within, hardening
Causing festering and pain. Weakness is really what it is
Like a volcano
We become, layers upon layers of hard molten rock
Hiding, covering, protecting and locking the place
That love and forgiveness reside
Like a volcano
And so the cycle goes…
Why must it be, that we hurt those we love the most?
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Old 04-01-2010, 03:57 PM
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This is one of my favorites, by a poet and professor who taught me a lot about inspiration.


To Dorothy
by Marvin Bell

You are not beautiful, exactly.
You are beautiful, inexactly.
You let a weed grow by the mulberry
And a mulberry grow by the house.
So close, in the personal quiet
Of a windy night, it brushes the wall
And sweeps away the day till we sleep.

A child said it, and it seemed true:
"Things that are lost are all equal."
But it isn't true. If I lost you,
The air wouldn't move, nor the tree grow.
Someone would pull the weed, my flower.
The quiet wouldn't be yours. If I lost you,
I'd have to ask the grass to let me sleep.
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Old 04-05-2010, 10:36 AM
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Got nothing to contribute but just want to say that there are really some really very talented people here!
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Old 04-05-2010, 08:16 PM
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The Fire Dance
by: Idealist

By surprise I was taken into his world.
He is open and loving and wearing no cover.
I have waited to see him.
There is no one like him.
He wants me to dance the fire dance with him.
An inner divine orchestra starts playing the music.
The dance has begun, I am swept away by it.
Fear approaches but fails to grip me.
Because the movement is gentle and the love is larger.
It's a Divine experience and I'm grateful to have it.
As I go within to understand the meaning,
A moment of Timelessness is what I am given.
This Now Moment encompasses past, present and future.
As I dance in the fire with him, I know I have found it.
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Old 04-09-2010, 01:01 AM
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Default the travelled heart

i found a set of three little books
by a poet named James Stephen Cathcart

titled the travelled heart

i would like to share one or two of the poems with you
as it touched me so


and anyone who loves with a passion will know its meaning

please enjoy


I miss you
Now that you
Are gone from my side.

You are my companion:
This i cannot hide.
You are my friend,
My Love,
Everything I've dreamed of.
We seem to see the world
through the same eyes:
but ,as I write ,
As the words unfurl
before my eyes,
I realize the selfishness
of my love....

If i care about you,
it is because i want you to care about me.
if I try to understand you and know you,
it is because I want you to understand me
And know me ....

If I am interested
In all the little things about you,
every action,
every little part of your person
It is only because
I want you to take a close look at me,
To know me as i really am
And then, hopefully , accept what I am.

You see, I have to be me:
And I want you to be you.

If I love you with all my soul,
It is because I want to be loved that deeply.
If my touch is gentle ,
My words soft,
It is because I want these in return.
If I am your friend
and want to know your joys and sorrows,
The ups and downs of life,
It is only because I want
to share my joys and sorrows.
If I am happy just to hear your voice
or to hear of your dreams and plans,
It is because I want to tell of my dreams and plans.


If I am selfish and want these,
It is only because
I want you to be selfish
And take these from me.

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We were lovers once.
But time has changed all that.
I know you won't ask me why.

We don't speak to each other,

Remember.


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Old 04-09-2010, 05:40 AM
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Wow spodder! What a treasure you have found! I can very much appreciate and connect with this... save for the ending... thank you for sharing with us!
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Old 05-13-2010, 05:51 AM
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Default Joycean poem

At That Hour
by James Joyce

At that hour when all things have repose,
O lonely watcher of the skies,
Do you hear the night wind and the sighs
Of harps playing unto Love to unclose
The pale gates of sunrise?

When all things repose, do you alone
Awake to hear the sweet harps play
To Love before him on his way,
And the night wind answering in antiphon
Till night is overgone?

Play on, invisible harps, unto Love,
Whose way in heaven is aglow
At that hour when soft lights come and go,
Soft sweet music in the air above
And in the earth below.
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Old 05-15-2010, 07:59 PM
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Quote:
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Love

by Czeslaw Milosz

Love means to learn to look at yourself
The way one looks at distant things
For you are only one thing among many.
And whoever sees that way heals his heart,
Without knowing it, from various ills—
A bird and a tree say to him: Friend.

Then he wants to use himself and things
So that they stand in the glow of ripeness.
It doesn’t matter whether he knows what he serves:
Who serves best doesn’t always understand.
LOVE this one! Started reading Milosz after I saw the movie Under the Tuscan Sun.
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