Thread: Dedicate a Song to Someone

But I know the Glock en Spiel loves Michael Jackson and plays ( spiel) Black or White every day .

To taste the innocence and charm
hiding amongst secrets guarding
the mystery of her. She who calls
me now, and then, and who will
as always, reach me at all times
and every place and in me
when alone.

Whispers so sweet, the finer they are spoken.
Voices on the wind drifting to my spirit .
Sounds of soft colors directed in me.
Pleasing rays of light the finest hue.
Beautiful flowers the ripest buds.
Heavenly creatures, angels all.
Magnificent thoughts of wonder.
The grandest architecture of structure.
Splendid as many, desirable as only one.
Expressions of appreciation.

Capturing this with thought and
skill the more I chase the less
my words run. Finally I will use
them for me. To be the comfort
of this besotted. For reading the
leaves of desire. The cost to me
most weighty.

Payment tendered with the
vulnerable openness and
wanton dreaminess hope brings.
The currency of which has been
minted by my heart:
Pain , love, want, desire
needing; wonder, passion
intimacy, longing, lust
and caring. Various denominations
of notes I use to pay for the things
I write that are felt with inner
strife and seen with ethereal reason.

Always as sweet flowers to my mind.
They call to me, rise and fall.
Sprint and stop! Show sorrow,
feel pain and laugh, love with
for and about us.

To give them their just reward
and make an impression here
lasting, real and known. Using
words to form pictures of moments
carved in now, “as well they should be”.

They become part of me forever etched
deep in my heart as fleeting glimpses
of loves lost and reminders of sorrows
gained.Triumphs felt and known.
Becoming entwined with my soul
and living on carried with me in gratitude.

Blossoms of hearts they honor the soul.
Nurturing us with their beauty.
Ever new and giving they pull us to them.
To my mind we are like dancers, step- touch,
move. Our rhythms quickening when familiar,
they step with me. Partners moving in time
stirring my notions in states of passion and
dreams that inspire me. On it goes leading me.
My fondness for them is as numbered as the stars
and as vast as all that I can know. Leaving me
touched and kindred seeking their sanctity.
Sweet Flowers.

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Smoked K2 with smoke non-smokers... they got high as sh!t... this 2 them!!!

Originally Posted by jthorp24

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Smoked K2 with smoke non-smokers... they got high as sh!t... this 2 them!!!

Hey stranger - have not seen you in a l-o-n-g time.

For my friend, whom I have missed

This Mornings Ended Devotion

Like a gift waiting for us.
Readied the night before.
The day our promise.
The moment our thoughts.
The feelings we share.
The passion yet had.
The warmth as it is felt.
The new of this.
The joy that it brings.
The wonder that has not, "err
Faded from the fine accident
Of our meeting. Nor may it be
Ran away. Neither can either
Of us stop it. We- it grow together.
Flourishing as one blooming
Outward. And dancing together
Inward.

Presents of devotion exchanged
When glances paused are held
Together in silence. When eyes
Speak of knowing and hearts of
Listening. Graduating temptingly.
To the moment of our
Understanding.
To the finding our growing.
To the sensing it flowing.
To kind playful attentions.
To us emboldening our intentions.
To it fostering no omissions.
To longing for continuation.
To being as two in one space.
This place where we are, of no
Seconds, minutes only of heart
Felts to beats of reason. Keeping a
Measure of now against the gentle
Meter of our kindled likeness.

Rhythms to actions from
Scores written by our passions.
The music sounds to us and Is
Played within. Always it is new.
Verses to each other. Woo us-isms.
Oft repeated heard fresh as notes,
Light and floating free. From we.
Be a place in us to go.
Be captured in laughter.
Be righted unto me.
Be lighted through we.
Be greetings embrace.
Be then as now.
Be soft as we lay.
Be the cost I will pay.
Garnish our spirits. With
Arrangements ornately
Ordained in us. Scents
Of love drank by our eyes.

Whispers called forth.
Touches needed felt.
Rushes to cares wealth.
Always then I will.
Always we must be.
Always nearer an true.
Always willed to us.
Always by you to-me.
Always deeper in us we can see.
Always from me to you.
Always? Always!
Guided unknowing.
Filled to growing.
We toss all laurels, lost.
Generous in founded ness.
Overflowing in splendid ness.
Moving us in oneness.
Leaving us bound in
Togetherness.

Within this thing we go.
Steered by thoughts of
Each other. Walks on paths
Narrowed only for us. We
Find ourselves.
Deeply in now.
Deeply we do.
Deeply from me.
Deeply to be.
Deeply please.
Deeply to me.
Deeply in need.
Deeply in you and me.
Lasted personal. Traced to
Longing. Shouldered with
Burdens of separation.

Hopes pull. Opportunities
Grasp. Giving us back our
Past. Breadths of fonts sent.
Thrown in front of you
As petals. Their smell sweet
Tastes known. You gone.
Remembered song.
Remembered wrongs.
Remembered so long.
Remembered days.
Remembered as we lays.
Remembered his taste.
Remembered her ways.
Remembered not long.
Borrowing now from then.
Hearing whisperings to
Loves lost sin. Gathered
Theses fomented as
Pleases. Teases to us.
Cries of lasting loss.
For broken self's freed
To inner hells of deafly
Falling yells. Silence through
Ended tales. Bonds UN-kept
While passions were swept
Aside fouls were cried.

A merciless light shines
Dim through to the haze of
That accentuated beauty.
Untouched by needs of want.
Brazed in thought. Not moved
By hurt. Placed on the mantle
Of our souls. Holding those sacred
Desires of steps taken by us, in
Care through temperament and wonder.
Never the depth of your eyes.
Never escaping your cries.
Never knowing the whys.
Never steps to us.
Never will this be enough.
Never hand to cheek.
Never your hair against me.
Never? Never! No! NO!
Please show grace,
Kindly for me. Leave us
Be. My spirit to need.
Read this from me.

Your name on my mind.
Your memory on my tongue.
Your pain in my eyes.
Your the day of time I
Live in long minutes.The
Pieces of me strung as a
Fragmented-wholeness,
To torrents of our lost
Selves. Awake and in
Fear to know in me; us.
Forgotten as one.
Forgotten your gone
Forgotten song.
Forgotten alone s.
Forgotten poems.
Forgotten who's wrong.
Forgotten we are done.
Forgotten hurts to heal,
As our forgetting will
Yield to gatherings of
Touched things in us.
We had the wind of
Our movements.
Blowing Us like leafs,
On the Current of
Love. We float unable
To get a direction in
This time of, ours. When,
We held "it" as a known
To the sign of us as right.
Deepening those feelings
That now lose us- together
Forever. Turning redemption
To rejection.

Toils of Life's Fortune

Oh, fortune then a
breeze blowing me
past my life and into
the next.

I neither remain
vigilant or even hopeful
for values higher than
the worth of my ruin.

This longest of ends
makes dark sorrows
of contemplations, long
held of dreams that since
have departed my reason.

Forward and into tomorrow
I must surely perish or worse
suffer hope-that illusive fruit
that grows ever more bitter with
each bite.

Cursing the pains of my
indignation. While I must
tow the wind of life behind
me; when hence it fails to
make sail and carry me through
to the ended torment of times
long winding traverse.

Soldiers adorn the road
telling things of youth and
wearily giving me glimpses into
the nature of this travel.

Neither catching rest or being
Able to cause this delay in my
fate. I trust not in using my
experience to guide me further.

Wonder has ceased to arrive.
Acceptance replaces the fray of
my busied thoughts.

The reservation stated thus,
shall be kept no matter what
I have lived or how forceful
I engaged in love through
my time of dying .

Originally Posted by B.Larset

Toils of Life's Fortune

Oh, fortune then a
breeze blowing me
past my life and into
the next.

I neither remain
vigilant or even hopeful
for values higher than
the worth of my ruin.

This longest of ends
makes dark sorrows
of contemplations, long
held of dreams that since
have departed my reason.

Forward and into tomorrow
I must surely perish or worse
suffer hope-that illusive fruit
that grows ever more bitter with
each bite.

Cursing the pains of my
indignation. While I must
tow the wind of life behind
me; when hence it fails to
make sail and carry me through
to the ended torment of times
long winding traverse.

Soldiers adorn the road
telling things of youth and
wearily giving me glimpses into
the nature of this travel.

Neither catching rest or being
Able to cause this delay in my
fate. I trust not in using my
experience to guide me further.

Wonder has ceased to arrive.
Acceptance replaces the fray of
my busied thoughts.

The reservation stated thus,
shall be kept no matter what
I have lived or how forceful
I engaged in love through
my time of dying .

Wow! I have to spread some around and then you will get some more from me.

To everyone here and beyond that too.

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Well, we all shine on, like the moon and the stars and the sun.

Instant Karma is gonna get YOU!!!

This is one of my dearest favorites from the 1970's...the Band Boney M...to anyone and/or everyone who likes to rock!!!!

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