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Post by zendancer on Jul 31, 2010 10:24:20 GMT -5
Contagion
I investigated the dirty-magazine minds of a nation And caught a bad case of Prurient interest.
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Post by zendancer on Jul 31, 2010 10:27:06 GMT -5
When I have stacked my meanings Carefully in some small corner of the mind, And put away all of my ideas, I shall come to the thing of love Your many mysterious selves make of my soul-- And if you should not notice Me, Having put away all other thoughts, I shall, Almost tip-toeing out of your life-- Almost trying not to feel-- Find a somewhere beautiful garden, And taking off all my dreams Feed myself to the flowers.
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Post by zendancer on Jul 31, 2010 11:08:11 GMT -5
Like some delicate and treacherous fish I have watched you Swimming through rivers of handsome men.
Blinded by desire, And damp with the brine of their own oceans, They frantically rushed To feel the heat of your hot fins.
I, too, have seen the slick and dangerous shapes That flash and shine below the surface of the mind, But, curiously, I recognized the fundamental bait And was content to wait For the cool eternal beauty of the truth.
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Post by zendancer on Jul 31, 2010 11:10:10 GMT -5
How many brilliant young students, With proven possibility, Bundle up their brains And send them off to college, And for years afterwards Spout ivy-league thoughts From multiple choice minds?
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Post by enigma on Jul 31, 2010 11:37:28 GMT -5
Hehe. That last one gave me a sugar rush!
This is something i wrote for Marie.
To my love
Love paints it's own portrait In the image of the beloved Seen so clearly now In the reflecting pool In the deep regions of my own heart
On your lips I paint the perfect words To bring courage to uncertainty On your cheeks a childlike wonder Innocent and fresh to awaken my own And in your eyes I paint the deepest ocean A portal straight to your own heart Unfailing love.
The stars are in their places Because we are together God has opened a door Because we have knocked The moon lights our way Because we walk toward it This is the power of love
I love you as gentle things must be loved If they are to remain so I love you as wild things are loved Untamed and free I love you as graceful things are loved With an eye for beauty
If there is even a space between us There is also a bridge that forms How can I know anymore Where your love ends And mine begins? You are my portrait And I am yours Thank you for that.
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Post by zendancer on Jul 31, 2010 14:12:37 GMT -5
Nice! A tip of the hat to thingamagig!
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Post by enigma on Jul 31, 2010 14:50:32 GMT -5
Nice! A tip of the hat to thingamagig! I actually prefer doohicky, if it's all the same to you. ;D
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Post by charliegee on Aug 1, 2010 12:10:11 GMT -5
wonderful stuff gentlemen ... glad to see you on here ... represent, my brothers! ...
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Post by charliegee on Aug 1, 2010 13:55:31 GMT -5
shoes
whenever I watched Westerns as a boy, I found myself rooting for the Indians and never knew quite why ...
after many years I've come to the conclusion that it all comes down to the shoes ...
the sharp, metallic clop of cowboy boots on hard wooden floors or the soft swooosh of moccasins on God's green earth
it's all in the shoes ...
CG 8/1/10
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Post by charliegee on Aug 3, 2010 9:20:18 GMT -5
angel song
there's a song the angels sing when one of us gets free a hoedown in the celestial court it's quite a sight to see ...
with banjo pickin', fiddle runs and dobros on the side demons flee when the music starts but they got no place to hide ...
and God himself is mighty pleased as he lights his best cigar pours finest brandy for the saints as they dance among the stars
so if you think it's all the same that life is only pain ... listen close 'cause it won't be long til the angels sing again ...
CG 8/3/10
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Post by enigma on Aug 3, 2010 20:08:48 GMT -5
That was a fun one. Nice.
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Post by charliegee on Aug 3, 2010 23:47:40 GMT -5
thanks E ... how have you been? ...
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Post by enigma on Aug 4, 2010 0:28:51 GMT -5
Don't know, really. I haven't 'checked in' for a while. I'm pretty sure he's fine, though. Hehe.
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Post by charliegee on Aug 4, 2010 4:34:40 GMT -5
got you, I mean not/you ... aww, you know what I don't mean ...
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Post by charliegee on Aug 5, 2010 1:04:48 GMT -5
as it is ...
was life always like this it's hard to remember the clarity astounds ... the charity abounds ...
everything is just so ... really just so ... no ifs, no shoulds just as it is ...
is perfection ... far from the poles of right and wrong there is only love
and it's lack only understanding and ignorance only those who care
and those who've forgotten how only this, only here just as it is ...
just as it is ...
CG 8/5/10
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