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~ Just Don't Know ~
I don't know what to think
I don't know how to feel
The reality is to real
Missing you like mad, crazy
Surten things just can't be erased
Like the last time I seen you
The smile on your face
The kiss, the inbrase
It was more then just a moment
You had acheved a dream
Not of you and me
Cuz our friendship will all ways be
Pinacal moments of life we shared
You steped up when no one eles was there
Still showing me that you cared
Missing you like mad, crazy
I don't know how to feel
The reality is to real
Missing you like mad, crazy
Surten things just can't be erased
Like the last time I seen you
The smile on your face
The kiss, the inbrase
It was more then just a moment
You had acheved a dream
Not of you and me
Cuz our friendship will all ways be
Pinacal moments of life we shared
You steped up when no one eles was there
Still showing me that you cared
Missing you like mad, crazy
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Posted: Oct 2010
About this poem:
burnsorry I am not a poet
just looking to exspress
my feelings @ the present
isolation.
it is dark in here, there's a door, but it's locked.
there's a window, but it's blocked by riles.
and i'm getting deeper in a trance.
The voices from the past have echoed long enough.
I listen to their silence, like noisome mirth.
in my mind, I see how I can fly through the walls.
how time can be manipulated, but i'm still in this fleshy shell.
my third eye awakens, it beholds purple ecto plasm.
of a time not known to me, but I see the shape.
and how it manifests throughout my entire room.
there's fear, within the deepest pits of my toe's.
and there is courage on the edges of my fingers.
the walls are under greasy goo.
there where my eye is above the pedastal.
I shall always see what is beyond my darkness...
there's a window, but it's blocked by riles.
and i'm getting deeper in a trance.
The voices from the past have echoed long enough.
I listen to their silence, like noisome mirth.
in my mind, I see how I can fly through the walls.
how time can be manipulated, but i'm still in this fleshy shell.
my third eye awakens, it beholds purple ecto plasm.
of a time not known to me, but I see the shape.
and how it manifests throughout my entire room.
there's fear, within the deepest pits of my toe's.
and there is courage on the edges of my fingers.
the walls are under greasy goo.
there where my eye is above the pedastal.
I shall always see what is beyond my darkness...
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Posted: Nov 2010
About this poem:
the name says it all, isolation.the deeper man comes in dreams the better they develop their imagination.
though this poem is suposed to be a helping hand in leaving worries or sorrow.
fear is a small motivator and a big demeanor, when not banned properly.
thank you for reading
kylies song
Misty clouds over mountains flow, as cold north winds begin to blow. The wind, it carries her name. Uttered in natures language it's still the same. Beautiful yet strong and oh so sweet, it carries it fourth for me to meet.
I turn to leave, but at last I stay, for I see her there coming my way. As she nears the roses bloom, but her beauty exceeds their sweet perfume.
Shes here, is it just a dream. Our lips they meet, and all else is gone. For now we sing Kylies Song.
I turn to leave, but at last I stay, for I see her there coming my way. As she nears the roses bloom, but her beauty exceeds their sweet perfume.
Shes here, is it just a dream. Our lips they meet, and all else is gone. For now we sing Kylies Song.
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Posted: Nov 2010
About this poem:
I wrote this poem for a girl that I fell in love with in New Zealand. She was the first girl that I can say that I truly loved. I left New Zealand not long after, but I still think of her and wonder what became of her. I guess you could say that I still love her to this day.The Hidden Flower
In a corner were I may never find,
A flower sways delicately, amongst none of her kind,
Bloomed rare, both elegant and unique,
She leans to fall, to be caught by his hands, for their eyes to meet
Oh temptatious flower grow taller from your mound,
So I may see and uproot you from the ungrateful ground,
For I would mind you and water you in a sensual lust,
I shall search till my last breath, for your love...I must
A flower sways delicately, amongst none of her kind,
Bloomed rare, both elegant and unique,
She leans to fall, to be caught by his hands, for their eyes to meet
Oh temptatious flower grow taller from your mound,
So I may see and uproot you from the ungrateful ground,
For I would mind you and water you in a sensual lust,
I shall search till my last breath, for your love...I must
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Posted: Dec 2010
About this poem:
Its quite obvious
The Best Ever
Year of Splendour, year of bliss
Year to attain your lips to kiss
Year of Wonder, year of delight
Shine on me with your true light
No more emails, no more maybes
Stand beside me and be my baby
Tender moments all in virtual space
Allow me to touch your pretty face
Year assured to be the best ever
Year that draws you to me forever
Year of passion and kindred spirit
Heart beats robust if you are near it
No more questions or silly quibbles
No more hesitant pensive nibbles
Stand before me and toss the coin
For our spirits are destined to join
Year of hope, year two thousand eleven
Year my true love drops from heaven
Year of change, but for the better
Profound love attached with this letter
Happy New Year to all members of CS
Knowing it will truly be the Best
Thanking poets for wit and debate
Thanks for a Corner to meet my mate
Year to attain your lips to kiss
Year of Wonder, year of delight
Shine on me with your true light
No more emails, no more maybes
Stand beside me and be my baby
Tender moments all in virtual space
Allow me to touch your pretty face
Year assured to be the best ever
Year that draws you to me forever
Year of passion and kindred spirit
Heart beats robust if you are near it
No more questions or silly quibbles
No more hesitant pensive nibbles
Stand before me and toss the coin
For our spirits are destined to join
Year of hope, year two thousand eleven
Year my true love drops from heaven
Year of change, but for the better
Profound love attached with this letter
Happy New Year to all members of CS
Knowing it will truly be the Best
Thanking poets for wit and debate
Thanks for a Corner to meet my mate
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Posted: Jan 2011
About this poem:
Thinking of the woman of my dreams.
Looking for my unknown kalyanamitra...
chant me your mantra!
craving your kiss...
make me your tantra!
what a heavenly bliss!
doe and deer
pigeon and dove
a glass of beer?
or a cup of Love?
what do you think?
living in your ivory tower
rose or pink???
guess my favourite flower!!!
now moonbeam...
tomorrow sunshine...
my empty dream?
"be mine"!!!...
craving your kiss...
make me your tantra!
what a heavenly bliss!
doe and deer
pigeon and dove
a glass of beer?
or a cup of Love?
what do you think?
living in your ivory tower
rose or pink???
guess my favourite flower!!!
now moonbeam...
tomorrow sunshine...
my empty dream?
"be mine"!!!...
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Posted: Feb 2011
About this poem:
a kalyanamitra is a spiritual friend who is able(maybe, maybe not) to be a soulmate, in short a beloved one(any worthy otherself)..."kalyanamitra" is a sanskrit word... i guess i prefer "gewa chennyen"(kalyanamitra in tibetan) or "hao p'hon you"(kalyanamitra in chinese) or "kokoro no tomodata"(or "shin tomodata", kalyanamitra in japanese)... i really don´t know... words float in the void when i try to understand their deep and genuine meanings... Let there be kalyanamitras!!!! May all Heavenly Beings gather the kalyanamitras here and now!!!!... forever...
"Mystical Honeymoon"
Now my heart is purple...
Beyond belief...
Like an ancient magic turtle...
What a relief!!!
Now my breath is still
In spite of being so ill...
Wishing on my luck star
Exposing my battle scar
A scent of indian clove...
Maybe thou can not know my Love
However i long to meet thee
And so i say: i am thy Queen(quean) Bee...
Beyond belief...
Like an ancient magic turtle...
What a relief!!!
Now my breath is still
In spite of being so ill...
Wishing on my luck star
Exposing my battle scar
A scent of indian clove...
Maybe thou can not know my Love
However i long to meet thee
And so i say: i am thy Queen(quean) Bee...
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Posted: Feb 2011
About this poem:
i am still inspired by Kitamura Kigin(japanese poet from the XVII Century)... i combine the love theme of "Iwatsutsuji"("Wild Azaleas" or "Rock Azaleas") with other elements of eastern poetry such as the scar of a warrior, hope from an auspicious star and the scent-probably from an incense of indian clove that shows a spicy inner feeling...about the queen bee, probably i don´t deserve this kind of relationship, and so, being humble, i compare myself to a beloved quean because i am not the main consort or lover to this unknown worthy drone...
HERRINGBONE HEMMED
SURELY SHE WAS A TAILOR BORN
ALTERING ME WITH HR ALLURING NATURE
AND SILKEN THREAD COAXED THROUGH THE EYE OF A NEEDLE
EACH STICH RICH IN REWARDS AND GRANDEUR
EVERY INCH SEWN BY A HAND WITH INSTINCTUAL CARE
AND WOVEN WHEN THE WOMAN WILLED IT SO
I STOOD BEFORE HER AS SHE MEASURED MY FRAME
PRECISION WAS OF PRIMARY CONCERN
AS HER AMBER EYES SCANNED THE CANVAS OF THIS MAN
THE WAY AN ARTIST FALLS UPON A SCENE HE FEELS COMPELLED TO REPLICATE
BE IT A LANDSCAPE, A LAKE OR THE LOVELINESS OF LUCERNE
I WAS TO BECOME HER MASTERPIECE SIGNED BY A MASTER
PREPARED WITH PRISTINE PROBABILITIES
WHILE SHE SHE BRUSHED MY TORSO WITH HER CHEEK
HEMMING MY HERRINGBONE WHILE HEIGHTENING MY HOPES
A PIN PLACED PROPERLY WHERE CLOTH KISSED LEATHER
A REMINDER OF WHERE TO LAY HER THREAD
AS THOUGHTS OF SECOND NATURE FILLED MY HEAD
FOR SURELY SHE WAS A TAILOR BORN
BUT ALL TOO OFT A MODEL REBELS AGAINST THE STITCH
AND POINTS THE PIN TO PROVIDENCE
A FATE THAT PROHIBITS PRECISION
AND DULLS THE NEEDLE WITH WHICH SHE SEWS
WHILE THE CLOTH SHE CLAIMED WAS CASHMERE FRAYED
AN UNRECOGNIZABLE REMNANT OF RUIN
AND SILKEN FABRIC BECOMES GABARDINE
WHILE TWILLL LAYS BATTERED AND TORN
FOR SURELY SHE WAS A TAILOR TO MOURN
(C)2011....free cee
ALTERING ME WITH HR ALLURING NATURE
AND SILKEN THREAD COAXED THROUGH THE EYE OF A NEEDLE
EACH STICH RICH IN REWARDS AND GRANDEUR
EVERY INCH SEWN BY A HAND WITH INSTINCTUAL CARE
AND WOVEN WHEN THE WOMAN WILLED IT SO
I STOOD BEFORE HER AS SHE MEASURED MY FRAME
PRECISION WAS OF PRIMARY CONCERN
AS HER AMBER EYES SCANNED THE CANVAS OF THIS MAN
THE WAY AN ARTIST FALLS UPON A SCENE HE FEELS COMPELLED TO REPLICATE
BE IT A LANDSCAPE, A LAKE OR THE LOVELINESS OF LUCERNE
I WAS TO BECOME HER MASTERPIECE SIGNED BY A MASTER
PREPARED WITH PRISTINE PROBABILITIES
WHILE SHE SHE BRUSHED MY TORSO WITH HER CHEEK
HEMMING MY HERRINGBONE WHILE HEIGHTENING MY HOPES
A PIN PLACED PROPERLY WHERE CLOTH KISSED LEATHER
A REMINDER OF WHERE TO LAY HER THREAD
AS THOUGHTS OF SECOND NATURE FILLED MY HEAD
FOR SURELY SHE WAS A TAILOR BORN
BUT ALL TOO OFT A MODEL REBELS AGAINST THE STITCH
AND POINTS THE PIN TO PROVIDENCE
A FATE THAT PROHIBITS PRECISION
AND DULLS THE NEEDLE WITH WHICH SHE SEWS
WHILE THE CLOTH SHE CLAIMED WAS CASHMERE FRAYED
AN UNRECOGNIZABLE REMNANT OF RUIN
AND SILKEN FABRIC BECOMES GABARDINE
WHILE TWILLL LAYS BATTERED AND TORN
FOR SURELY SHE WAS A TAILOR TO MOURN
(C)2011....free cee
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Posted: Feb 2011
About this poem:
JUST ANOTHER POEM FOR THE INJUSTICE OF IRELAND TO BURY DEEP ENOUGH THAT ONLY A FOOL WOULD SCAN THAT FAR TO FIND A POEM WRITTEN ON THIS EARLY FLORIDA MORN,FOR SURELY SHE IS AN UNFAIR EDITOR BORN
"Wildmulberry"
She is so beautiful
I am her bosom friend
Her mind is so peaceful
Her beauty has tropical blend
She has a lovely touch
Her heart is full of Grace
I love her so much...
Her Angel face...
Her sexy legs never change...
Poor me... i have no chance...
I am her bosom friend
Her mind is so peaceful
Her beauty has tropical blend
She has a lovely touch
Her heart is full of Grace
I love her so much...
Her Angel face...
Her sexy legs never change...
Poor me... i have no chance...
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Posted: Feb 2011
About this poem:
it´s a special homage to my brazilian friend who is new member at this site and her nickname is "wildmulberry"...Be welcome my dear and lovely friend... all my best wishes to you!!! i hope you will find your soulmate here... Congratulations!!!!"Barrense Accent"
Você é meu "kamba"?(Are you my beloved friend?)
Eu digo Sim!!!(I say Yes!!!)
Listening to an old samba
Below the Rim...
So he inspires me
And i compose a song
Let us be!!!
I love my mothertongue
Set your heart free!!!
Be my scarlet bee!!!
Eu digo Sim!!!(I say Yes!!!)
Listening to an old samba
Below the Rim...
So he inspires me
And i compose a song
Let us be!!!
I love my mothertongue
Set your heart free!!!
Be my scarlet bee!!!
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Posted: Feb 2011
About this poem:
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