This a place to play for anyone who has a whim or inspiration to share. On occasion I simply feel like writing my thoughts in prose and I wanted a place to review them so this is somewhat egotistical and selfish....we all deserve some of that once in awhile so have at it: Me, am I What depths does my being me entail Does it matter if I fail If I prevail... What is a Soul Is it me and control Something to say when asked The section of me so tasked Some Godly pieces Lost in the Jigsaw of thought A concept worthy of naught Me, am I the same Emotions I mentally tame This would be soul...and control Me.....am I rambling for a reason?
She floats...all around me She has enveloped my minds sight Blinded I am to what was reality It does not matter...nothing but her, matters Such is my lot and its alot She confounds me Invading my dreams at night Haunting in her beauty The physical no longer matters She has taken my thoughts...is my thought Had this not found me What I considered as love and its fright would still hold my emotions tight Protecting me as is their duty Leaving me to my tatters This bliss was bought with the lessons of life I love my wife.
Who am I to be today, experience dictates Fickle I suppose or is said What transparency reveals transpires So I will act as reality requires Actions natures design desires Who am I....to deny her briars Sunset leads me to new fates At least I'm not yet dead Enveloped in yesterdays fires Another day to wander 'till I'm tired.
I am lapped...drenched in this wind cooled peace My pool of relax as I float unhindered Heat be gone, a memory best drowned in the wet mind created Feel the sweat cease I am elated
So dank and dark is being alone Creating a place resembling home Expecting and hoping that once shown Others will enter and minds get blown Impressive the talent and friendship grown It would seem a fear of becoming prone Of taking the barb that bites to the bone. You cannot react to what is not known
This crimson shadow laid bare Forefathers bloodied to pay Such death makes the mind cry despair A freedom of passionate care An ancient God is making a way For its chosen in fallow, vacant stare In desperate need to go there Its unchosen people will die Not caring about its choice Ignoring muffled voice, ignorance is a bliss for those souls Enjoy the star of the freedom you have been given Remember however To be forgiven
Do you see Eyes as bright as mind Both as open as the meadow And as beautiful Are you free No longer blind Leading instead of follow Thinking fruitful, truthful You can be Honest and kind Not doing as told, be bold Leaving behind the hurtful Do you see what you can be
The relationship between space, time, life, death and eternal love. lol is that too much? If so something about a frozen margarita would be cool right about now.
Though I may weep my blurred visions They are made of realities wonder Full and wonderful as were you...as you still are My mind has the time to wander To find you wherever you have gone and so I seek Ignoring lifes' intrusions Preferring to ponder Distance no wall to my dreams No moments did we squander Or lifes' blood was leaked You are with me in those visions
A bit light is my head The ice headache warmed to bliss some preferring whiskey instead Never knowing what they miss Maggy said it best Whispering in my ear a kiss She starts the test Knowing I will pass
That's beautiful! I got to the 5th line and got all choked up. You did that really fast. Thats impressive.
Hidden treasure/Lifes pleasures. Grandma's wooden board. My grandmother taught me how to make pasta when I was a little kid. She would make flour volcano's and added the ingredients in the center of the volcano. She showed me on the wooden board my grandfather made for her. I still have it and use it.
When I was small... No child was my love Tasting a Grandmothers lessons, learning I had it all Not knowing what was mine This day I do...so should you Feel the grains of her wooden attentions These are memories emotions inventions
I torque the pavement Licking asphalt with darkened body A fleeting glimpse is all you get A flash of red around my neck My shape would impress Like her in a dress, you would crash and burn
There was a time...not long ago A moment turned eternity in my mind Flowing passions blanketed my chill That day you became what I love Now I live to show To give back this joy in kind A doctor when you are ill Your angel from above For all of time I love you so
This is a great thread. Its like a breath of fresh air. Thanks. Im just going to post some thoughts here. Pennies in a fountain. Daddy's eyes Unseen beauty This old pine
Though I believe in magic Wishes like ripples in water Pay as I do with my senses and cents Into this well of dreams Would it be tragic Buying a thought or Hopping the fence Swim in the stream full of magic A father glares He despairs Every time you try In his stares, you aren't aware Of how his feelings cry Close your eyes to see Only then does it sing Licking eyelids from inside, painting the canvas of mind This unseen beauty is blinding
Whispers in the breeze, that smell of sweet life Creaking with the age of beauty It will never bow or submit as the young Never be championed until death....this knotted pine Who can know in the ages of men How many have passed, passed under boughs unnoticed If this could see imagine the memories If this feels I want to know how it loves and is loved I already know the way I feel for it......my love is as solid as its root.
Blazing my skin Burning eyes with salted drips A slight breeze relief The dawn begins Tasking the trips Even breathing seems a grief Climactic sin This heat that grips I do not care your belief
I have waited, living my hopes Watching you wander and tighten the rope Someday perhaps, the truth of light Would burn off the haze removing the fight Yet here as I sit and type what I do You force my acceptance that hope in untrue It seems we are different in seeing what's real In tasting the truth and in what we feel Your purposeful blinders Trumping the truth I worry for country, I worry for youth A patriots hat you wear on your sleeve Ignorance is no excuse to deceive I no longer hope you might understand I only can hope for the safety of land.