from me
or for me, who
can truly tell? Lovers
are those who receive when they think
they give
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from me
or for me, who
can truly tell? Lovers
are those who receive when they think
they give
they give
something, a word,
a kiss, a touch of breath
on waiting skin, a moment in
eternity
eternity
in an hour, wrote
Blake, and yet how many
eternities, kisses, hours can
we stand?
we stand
opposed in time
oceans apart unclear
as to the possibilities.
What next?
we stand
when united,
while divided we fall--
and who can say if we e'er care
at all?
What next
may never come
for it may have arrived
unbidden, unforeseen and yet
here, here
gosh! not again! why is it me all the time?! :p
what next
can we expect
from a vicious fanged world
which does nothing but pose a threat
timeless
*sigh*
here, here
a tourniquet
can solve it all, expels
all the pain there is, and heals all
there is
timeless
is the need that
seals a letter closed and
hurls it to space. In darkness we
reach out
my turn!
there is
a busy time
on this site when poets
clamour to be heard, sometimes they
will clash!
reach out
with an open
hand, for the palm that shows
itself empty, humble and free
is blessed
muhahah *evil grin* i'm not the only one then ;)
will clash
with each other--
the haste makes us bump, and
trust me dude, when i say, its quite
enjoyed! ;)
:eek:
enjoyed
this banter, the
exchange of words that bat
back and forth like tennis balls on
the court
The court
of the land says
your evidence is not
sufficient for clear conviction.
Questions?
This so make me laugh!Quote:
Originally Posted by symphony
Questions
serve no purpose.
What's the point of asking
why when no one ever deigns to
answer?
Answer
me this, answer
me that, but why not look
to yourself for the answers that
matter?
Matter
Math and physics
Quantum leaps through wormholes
Spatial anomalies that make
heads spin.
Heads spin
In my new dress
Mysteries are no more
And I see myself differently
Shameless
Shameless
With out self doubt
She moved through the people
And they, watching her pass by, smiled
Shameless
Shameless
but not blameless
for she chooses with care
the arrows fired into the abyss.
She aims.
she aims
and misses yet
again, the arrow drops,
fletchings stripped they drift and fall to
the ground
the ground
on which we stand
is not the only ground
there is but some think only that
it is
It is
nothing more than
what it appears to be
but appearances can deceive,
can't they?
Can't they
always do what
you and I can only
wish to do? And get away with
it too?
It too
Is revealing.
But I do like the fit.
I’m sure he will like it as well!
I’m sold
oops.... hehehe
I'm sold
on the red one,
the one with the squiggly
antenna that bops and wiggles
with glee.
Real life
Just imagine
How it could be if we
Could work through our differences and
Forgive
With glee
I bound from bed
Anxious to begin this
Adventure that is life and love
What joy
What joy
to greet the day,
the sunbeams creeping through,
leaving shining trails that draw me
within.
Within
Hide the secrets
Would you like to peek inside?
You may be pleased, but you will be
Surprised!
Surprised!
You bet I am
she says, surveys the mess
with undisguised amusement, swoops
to kiss
to kiss
would be a fine
way to begin the meal
but what, I'd like to know, would be
dessert?
Dessert
is only served
to those who well deserve.
Have you eaten your potatoes?
Let's see.
'let's see
what u got there',
the grumpy man grumbled,
while the girl took off her clothes in
tears
tears grow
in eyes so kind
that cannot imagine
the futility of a mean
spirit
Spirit,
Left over shadow ,
What remains once we’re gone.
The question is where does it go?
Back home?
Back home
where I belong
familiar streets are
welcoming me with open arms.
Such love
Such love
as I can give
will never heal the wounds
that have wrestled your soul from its
moorings.