Thank you. I was just revealed that not to long ago. It scared me and I had been pondering it last night (morning?).Originally Posted by andave_ya
Wow, MW, that was really powerful and thought-provoking. The last verse is absolutely spine-tingling; and the sad thing is, it's true.
In this seemingly never ending end of what we call- life, I live.
I live in regrets and they make me who I am. But without regrets- I would not know, what I know today.
He who dwells much on his past, he will miss the present- which then in consequence- will cause him to ruin his future.
Wow 0_0 great poems, friends:nods:
The gremlins smiled at your dreams,
Away with the sun as it dies
At the sweet sound of your speech,
The choirs groaned in the altar
That bloom in your cheeks
The blood that you sold
The song that your heart sings
Thrown from the chords of Sun
06/25/07 toni
Last edited by toni; 06-25-2007 at 06:12 AM.
Dreams! adorations! illuminations! religions!
the whole boatload of sensitive!
— Allen Ginsberg, Howl II.
Marvellous poem! Every line sings but not so much that it takes away from the whole.
aww... why thank you very much, Prince!
Dreams! adorations! illuminations! religions!
the whole boatload of sensitive
— Allen Ginsberg, Howl II.
Never Alone (For Toni)
She wanders across the islands—
A warrior by birth and by choice.
She seeks out solitude in hidden lands—
A war song still echoes from her voice…
The katanas she bears cannot close an eye,
The Warrior-Maid searches for peace…
Maybe somewhere out there where the mountain meets sky,
She will at last find a place where she can sleep…
And she thinks that she hides it all away deep inside,
That her mental exercises have closed all the doors—
Has she never seen the black feathers at the path side,
Where someone walked the same road once before?
She stretches out hands and cries from the depths of her soul:
And a tiny black feather floats down into her hand to hold…
Pendragon
© 6/25/07
I had a feeling that you needed encouragement just now. Us Old Uncles are like that sometimes…
Some of us laugh
Some of us cry
Some of us smoke
Some of us lie
But it's all just the way
that we cope with our lives...
Face to Face
Morning
And the cool silver of mirrors
Sticking to my hands as icaressed.
A gasp.
A song.
A moment.
And we were face to face.
She had:
The golden eyes of a dreaming gypsy
The inky curls of climbing vines,
Soft lips ever welcoming
Curled back in acrid smile.
Naked skin glistening
Wet with invisible rain.
Ghostly fingers streching
Entering into me.
Traveling pale distances
Cursed with the curse of curves.
Death lay on her very essense
Love slept at her very eyes.
Pain trickled with every sentence
Wisdom leaked from every scar.
I screamed and hit this presence.
Shattering all.
Fell to the floor....
A flurry of broken bones
And split entrails
Strugling to stand up to stare at empty spaces
Only to realize that this ghost
Was a mirror
And the staring face of this demon
Was my own.
Shall these bones live?
The Means of an End
To tick harmony's clock of trenchent bongs,
is to face so blithe a world of wrongs,
where the aesthetic hoe reeps conflict.
and the poor quench air for gluttons.
Where tawdriness builds the tower of Derelict
and aspiration is the food of vice.
Where in this art if art it is
may chaste be birthed to life
how may pure phalanx malignance
if naught prevails but strife?
How may the remote of sangunity click,
if our stage is a presage of doom,
How can we pinpoint evil when all betwixt,
is a mirror of umbrageous gloom?
Last edited by Adolescent09; 06-25-2007 at 09:49 PM.
My hide hides the heart inside
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Mountains cast a shadow, earned
through generations-
"Do you mind if I reel in this fish?" - Dale Harris
"For sale: baby shoes, never worn." - Ernest Hemingway
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Confusion
Whirling pictures
tumbling colors
hearts beat faster
fingers cold
life's decisions
heavy burdens
friendships shaken
loved ones needed
mind now empty
overflowing
spinning out
of control
head on collision
with another
thought thats racing
round
tired eyes
exhausted body
never stopping, never slowing
till the answer comes
Once was simple
now is troubled
life of joy
now life of pain
Confusion
"O reason, reason, abstract phantom of the waking state, I had already expelled you from my dreams, now I have reached a point where those dreams are about to become fused with apparent realities: now there is only room here for myself. "
-Louis Aragon
The lifeboat is what we sail on and on
Endlessly against the tides of time
And with this move we will construct a rhyme
Life is a journey of action
without it we will come upon only commotion
For a stagnant pool is found clean
the way a flowing river has all its sheen
To tide over waves is what we call life
With all its ebb and flow and strife
The boat must proceed on and on
for life is nothing but a flow of endless motion
Must go on and on
“Those who seek to satisfy the mind of man by hampering it with ceremonies and music and affecting charity and devotion have lost their original nature””
“If water derives lucidity from stillness, how much more the faculties of the mind! The mind of the sage, being in repose, becomes the mirror of the universe, the speculum of all creation.
i love you for the past
it made you who you are
i love you for the present
for the time we set apart
i love you for the future
because i know its worth the while
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