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10 Years Worth of Writing |
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martiniat8 Senior Member
since 2003-06-21
Posts 897Prague, Bohemia, Czech Republic |
"Images in words" Will the decor of these walls change? I think, yes they must as all things do in time will the tower waiver gracefully being replaced with new spires The shapes shall change a new romance of fate's fancy the ticks from tocks turn seconds in hands of clocks pictures change to rearrange themselves on walls Le nouveau Voullez vous arrivee viellie vieux apres smiles from fresh faces distant fields to faith's decor addorned with postcards of the past painted images from the Odyssey "Nostradamus" the speculators speculate yet they know nothing the speakers speak but say nothing those that read see only what they know learn, taught, patterns, thought blind are those who look remember all that which is forgotten know the wise and know all that is known revealed to the fool who knows what he sees when the eyes are open to hear what is heard when the master calls by spoken word "Tattered" The one before you is not liked much flight frought flown from fancy to the edges of reality and back the chosen of sanity and his self defense are thoughts of faith and whispered refrains "The City of Lights" The cobblestone streets were slick that night looking down from that hotel room drifting off to where his soul had seemed to slip sitting there under the amber glow of iron girders he waited in silence surrounded by a whirl of carousel lights no thoughts of she and the train that awaited him wandering down the long canal staff in hand to ward off wayward gypsies and ghosts of forelorn lovers no thought frought to murmur anything but numbness sipping thoughts of the Seine and the city he loves still whispered on walls "Lemon Juice" Squeeze me another time and out might drip another rhyme but its been too long and Im too tired to think on those things again "The Garden" How resilient the heart How it rebounds leaping from branch to branch as one breaks there is another soft leaves await mysterious undaunting female flora spring up wildflowers and weeds each beckon a chance a field to grow in should their purpose wilt we blink our eyes and the view has changed in this garden of fancy "Hello Dolly" passion withstands the test of time only one way to finish these unending rhymes no words need be spoken they only confuse actions speak louder, are lessons from the muse He was a gambler She loves taking risks a passionate reunion or perhaps just a tryst what was her impulse why did she resist when all that they needed was an exchange of address he'd whisper her a secret something NOBODY knews she'd giggle and glare and slip off her shoes "Cold Showers" He reaches back in his memory this one very far she's feeling frisky he's hanging in the stars though she holds the picture it is one etched in time the picture is playful and so is his mind they walked very far thousands of miles away from home returning from the bar on a hot night in Rome she set the picture the pose and the grace with a surprised look of discipline she put him in place he wanted to touch her silk legs laced in black he's waiting for the one who will actually love him back nothing happened that night though he remains an anxious fellow it just wasn't right when the two both wore yellow "The Marinade" I'll Marinade you for a little while just to find out what makes him smile What woke up Feisty began to sparkle like Neil's Diamonds in the green pools marvel the day he was born was a beautiful September Morn Spinning his chair the DJs aware they're playing his tune keeping him inside it's a beautiful noise filling the room taking a bath and lingered too long soaking up songs he started to prune baptised they say is the way he started every day brushing the curls ready to play the story unfurls but the dream still stays from years ago a crazy honeymoon a missing wife the story swooned where life takes up and the dream left off he must confess the wife's still lost leaving a mess is where the dream ended he must confess those fences can't be mended while dead poets still sleep with the fishes he's singing their song while doing the dishes you'll find him in the kitchen serenading the chickens "Elemental" Looking back we can see forward funny how time purifies the written word the feelings, the strength returns us to the source if time is anything it is a river washing us clean having been refined by the fire the bad memories and acts fall away like dry leaves in an autumn wind we grow we mature we renew each spring when the rain falls there she is my friend we wander and stop to ponder can we begin a friendship that knows no end when time allows when the season sends a positive energy in the tempered wind "Missing Snapshots" I have a mind and in it's right state it stays most of the time just to state... "I don't know" who are those people they look familiar who's that next to me and where did they go when answers are fleeting and you've twisted all the answers around your fingers like curls you're left with shadows like dreams from a past life nothing seems real without a witness to the journey "Proverbs 17" Though my vision may be poor I am not blind to my reflection tizz the make of a man crafted by your hand We choose not how the world views us I see, the make of me though my speak may be innane and at times insane I know reality all to well The view may be bleak the stars are all I see We happy few looking upon you wearing the spectacles of virtue A well kept secret is a sin indeed chosing not to share with those in need We ramble on to those who don't listen It matters not what others see just so they look happiness is of our own choosing so it's written in the book Joy is in filling the need "Proverbs 12" They run, they hide but not from me my presence is a mere reminder of the wrongs, blood, and deception they've seen and done How does one reach the troubled? with out stretched hand but there is no salvation for those who do not seek it the deceiver has blinded them with shame guilt is not for those that hold forgiveness in their hearts it is there for the taking humility is the hardest lesson to learn and patience for the righteous my eyes behold you for the seed that was sown there is no escape from the mind the worst enemy is your own look up look up wipe away the tears no need to cry deception was planted within the lie there is freedom within your grasp you need not but to ask for liberty at last look up look up "Revelations" When life becomes mundane and run of the mill the mind drifts when sleep is fleeting the track clitter clacks back memories fade but a voice is heard "you're just like a little boy aren't you?" looking out the window on a train bound for Paris "Eve" We ask ourselves questions of mice and men why do they scurry at the sight of a pen The women convey no answers so questions we ask troubled spirits and mere jestures to our clueless task silence fills the void no conflicts arise blank unwritten walls hiding whats inside "Writing Again" You pick up the pen to write again the silence broken by solemn sin as time sliiped past and nothings changed all the names remain the same the ghostly knock past ticking clocks rapping tapping as it mocks history running to make it's loop through old dead pictures you do stoop to touch and caress the griining face a heart you loved, in a far off place where you sat to being them back by tear stained glass A wanderer from your chosen path the years bleed by past empty sky guitar weeping a distant sigh the sun has set in smoky haze flittering away another day you pick up the pen to write again unsent messages have no end cast the net to bring them in you pick up the pen to write again knowing just what to say to make the smiles dance your way when you pick up the pen and begin again "Sleep" Apprehensive Anticipation fades to goodbyes the restless wanderer knows upset and hurt instantly faded by a mystery persuit sleep for the weary while the angels do their work no time to queery this random muse while the smile that brings peace is silent I slumber and dream "Secret Whispers" Close your eyes for a moment pause for the glance pushed yourself to the limit for taking the chance listless spirit unable to dream "The Lord is with you he understands lifted up by your soul over well trodden sand never alone for a minute carried in hand circling in silence for a good place to land over well trodden fields covering the span you're held there in spirit cradled in His hand "True Love?" So what if lust was in the mix one must procreate an intimate bond Matching the silly faces laughter and far away places we long to travel and have the conversations flowing never knowing whos right or wrong it doesnt matter "the journeys the thing" ~Homer "Just a friday night" Did you listen to me in the silence? My voice echoing in your mind whispering from ear to hear Can you hear me I see you there sitting alone staring at the lights looking at a world that from here seems empty no people lurking about just you and distant specs of light flickering about Is there just you? Your room? a quiet computer and home entertainment system Ive been waiting so long but for what and whom... "Soon" The mind grows weary sinking in the lessons of the day learning to let the love in "What Matters" The words grow lofty, the meaning escapes eyelids slumber, as men berate who knows the meaning when we need the feeling where is love these days "The Path" Roll back the stone from my door in resurrection power for he that slumbers and forgot his fate confused, lifted up under arms by angel wings light, golden bright to waken sleeping faith retell the story and number the footsteps of the righteous man "Bedtime" Olive skin, smooth enough to run my hands across soft enough to run oil down to the navel sipping warmth with trembling hips under palms "Reaching for an embrace" The mind alert awake alone, but not lonely Sleepiness melts anxiety into warm loving waves clear minds, waiting for the day's new surprise Bountiful Blessings blossom with summer flowers The past is clear, forgotton, hazy memories of a beautiful land and a distant love "Faraway, So Close" Beauty is a long long way away A faded memory of a distant landscape in sunset hues warm and silent with peaceful mind full of love Places I've forgotten to pronounce "Change Changes Nothing" Is it any coincidence the fog is getting thicker closer to my balcony soon they'll be no light at all there are no coincidences in a magical life everything is a sign of signs to come reflective of the reflections within if only we had the power to create As hard as one might may and do no one sees the smoke once exhaled comes back to claim whats obscured "Simplicity" What do you think? I try not to think I try to listen To listen is to know "When she feels for me" I see her there, still perfectly frozen bathed in blue I've never seen such beauty in the morning sun warm and orange a face a glow tears streaming down her cheek for me I turned and looked away in the hungarian's bunk on the train that day She cried for me and I couldn't look at her angrily "Pompeii" Standing in the footsteps of catastrophe I lay in the du$t of the dead the mountain explodes 2000 years before You can trace the worn coblestones carved from the wheels of chariots where slaves were bought and sold Hells heat poured down the valley Tsunamic waves wash the escape away Trapped in time covered in the ash of the dead time eats away my love "for the ten" Shall I open a door for you? to mock? Talk? Take my hand and dance with me find the time when the train horn blows below you'll find me besides the tracks amongst white rails where all is cold warm numbed to the touch you will see a bloodied heart pumping fervously Forgiveness is for those who ask and if "Love is never saying Im sorry"? Then you've never loved anyone "It doesn't take an Einstein!" It seems the Lord heard my silent prayer Perhaps it was someone else's that's more likely the case Im held on the block In this race Not moving Waiting for the gun No Omaha No Ala-BAM! False start occured so I snorted another gram (sigh) Whats in the way? It's a matter of daze 12 to be exact Hear my prayer, Lord Rest assured I no longer want to be alone twether my birthday twin nor my missing garden Gnome Someone's calling Someone's in control With the universe, Lord, You NEVER ROLL!!! "God does not roll dice with the universe"~Albert Einstein "Like the wind" My ancestors said, "The moving spirit does not make for a happy man" The Cowboy life, who would've known? Wandering Searching for home Roaming alone Dallas St Lou Dallas Carolina too Dallas European hills Dallas San Franciscan chills Dallas now Alabama fields Friends scattered to the winds Praying true love waits round the bend Deception Theft and Abandonment has been my lot I pray for peace, and an end to this roam Whom Where When Will all of this stop I pray someone someday will call me, home "Dreams of Late" My dreams of late have theme of reocurring things Spiders GIANT 8 feet or better across On the building window trying to get in circular mouths pressed against teeth to saw a small gun I inject a web of my own tangles their neck black and spun falling off till another comes Dream of marriage and school familiar names different cues Im rich, it seems postpone a small wedding then she ends it all the name didnt fit the bride I didnt recognize her, AT ALL!!! "Banal" The thought of love seems so banal distant an illusion a memory of a dream that once consumed all I was It comes in waves calms then overthrown awash amidst the foam turbulent All seems banal a shell echos a sea sound within a chambered heart mirage reverberates the sound due to shape simple physics "8/11" I know the girl in pink She dances and drives the beach shoeless I know the birds too They often speak In my dreams Listen To them I drink the sea water Where I lay Our rose and the seagulls rose 2 above followed The purpose In porpose form That day I let her sleep In the sunset we go following the light to another day Tomorrow Only time knows "just..." With just a few words probably not written for me probably not written by you but with those few words the pain and the past went poof With just a few words I felt loved again felt hope again sleeping with an image of you your soft head warm cheeks tucked under my chin your warm heart your sweet spirit in my arms ah dreams and i drifted to sleep with an image of you all was healed all was warm and sweet with just a few words with just a dream and the image of you prolly not written for me prolly not written by you but it was beautiful it was sweet it was perfect with just a few words with just a few thoughts with just a little love for me written by you "Veil" What am I waiting for? What lay around the corner While I lay in bed Wondering Wandering What is love Who and Where When the How she lies longing for me in distance in memories beckoning my touch where I reach Tell me sweetheart To touch and taste there here and There... side by side take my body be my guide for just the breath from your lips soothes my soul side by side through the veil reveal yourself only your love remains a secret sealed to be opened with my caress "Angelique" Velvet Curtains Torn Draped Over the screen begins the wheel turning clickity clicky tickity tact the light appeared she grew quiet silent reaching the moment past in angst she waited hesitating to voice to her lover missin you 3 dreams within you you too love you draped no emotion velvet rubbed down in a swing satin gown she sighed I love you good-bye "magic" There must be magic in something so resisted inside yearning consuming to be combusted fire rose the phoenix wings spread wide arching high to release quivers one arrow lain inside shivers a peace rested her heart flowing down upon the Bradley "Second hand" Second hand clocks to second hand locks tocks to talk of spaces unwalked in sands of time wasting away waves of dear hearts and love left lost forgotten to be renewed as ashes in fertile soil wanting to give birth to their fire ignored distant flames in diamonds forgotten flickers of crystaline angels wanting to be held in light where every refraction is a smile of rainbows waiting patiently for the box to be reopened unlit a love to be spoken examined tasted sweet to the tongues wet drops the dew deep within soft petals waiting where no tear was wasted once upon a time when clocks stopped to talk their tocks in unity for times second hand walk "In Full Spectrum" How the mind does ping pong in 24 hours time from love's fancy to shameless doubt life fate destiny consecrates the stepping stones of a new path Sherlock would say the simplest answer must be the truth as Watson raises a careful brow dreams die as quickly as they are created and just as fast resurrected the ying and the yang we sing, we sang to the swing of life's tune on the balance of liberty "The Illusionist" The days go on and these flights of fancy rise and fall too fast too numerous to count these mysterious words from the great unknown behind masked screens by fingers unseen the last drip of sap sinking to suckle promise of a new lover disappears into the mist without a word to their material cause the cryptic fades and is replaced by another... "Hidden" Restless Pictures on silent walls Hidden in boxes A darkness calls like quiet love unseen unheard far better much less than he deserved restless pictures like tear drop walls fall in hidden boxes where no one calls Pray the prayer of deliverance may God seperate the wheat from the chaff may your enemies be scattered unto the winds may they flee before you as the harvest draws nigh may he bless you with your true brethren may your house be filled to over flowing with love, grace and peace to those that serve and love the one true God and the three fold spirit of the trinity may the blessings, gifts and presence of the Holy Spirit be with you today and forever more may your steps be numbered and your path be clear, free from pitfalls may the bones of your enemies be crushed may they be filled with shame for there is salvation for those who seek it Seek it, breathe it, drink it and you shall see you shall hear you shall speak and you shall walk with his presence his strength his peace and joy forever more Amen "For those that know a god they understand, they have created unto themselves an idol" ~Augustine "Violet Sky" The rain came splattered scattered tapping drops prisms absent of sunshine's rays shaken from a dream passed towers clocks nesting nuzzling neck and nape silken surrender sweetened escape to dreams of tenderness and soft brown locks "Colors" Color me a painted sky brilliant radiant clear and blue Color me clouds soft silent in peaceful drifting hues Color me a scene of friends I miss of fervant smiles caressed with a kiss Color me my father warm and giant jovial laughter that shakes the tyrants Color me a dance with joy and freedom a soul feeding rhythm holding my partner carefree and bonded Color me a smile anxious at my door nervous hopeful with joy that makes the heart soar Color me a soul kindred and sweet to release all my joy, love, and excitement Color me a new memory laying beneath the stars embracing for warmth wrapped in the passion of mars Paint this scene for your love's sake a mutual feeling beautiful beginings together can make... WHOLE "Her Words" He touched her words on the screen, of her lover's kiss, their hands entwined, for she knew not how... His heart tensed for a second, then relaxing, tears began to fall, from his lazy eye, the one that cries. She knew of it all too well, but he didnt know why it weeped. He didn't know her, he could barely remember her face. It seemed his heart had it's own memory, of something it could not let go of. The tears wouldn't stop, though no images filled his mind, Her face was now clouded, but his heart couldn't tell time. "The difference..." between fantasy and reality, love knows not. What the mind may know. the heart does not. "Find Me Here" Find me here in walls that hold no tears Hear my voice where there are no fears Be my guide perhaps my bride In this place of new beginings Find me here Something new Something "borrowed" Something blue A voice rings true for you Begin anew where there is you Where rings can be exchanged and hearts rearranged Find me here Draw me near Marriage can be written in these shades of blue "Good Night Dear Boy" Rest your head, dear boy, Dream of a love and peace in a gentle lullabye. May you wake up to hope and the smooth caress of a soft heart. Sleep, dear boy and let time move all things, forward to all that has been promissed to you, you so rightfully deserve. May fairies with healing wings mend your heart, admidst this night's slumber. Good night dear boy and know that love awaits you... "whispers" She whispers, "Go to sleep" "I am asleep" Tiss but a whisper of a dream Soft and Silent Warm and Silken A touch to my skin as she passes by The rustle of a satin's gown fills with scent of jasmine hair answering my cries She whispers in my ear, a sweet lullaby... "Love and a kiss from your angel, dear child. Dream of me, peaceful, loving, gentle, and mild. I sing sweet songs of graceful melody My thoughts and wishes for you, of me Dream of my touch laying here in your bed Your love's not far from your road weary head. Don't move Don't fret Rest here next to me Closed eyes reach out your darkness flees So rest my sweet, as I caress your face As sent from heaven, my heart's Godly grace..." Tizz but a whisper, of an unfulfilled dream....... |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
Thank you for sharing your poetic opus, dear Kenneth. I was reading and thought "how beautiful" ... but I will have to come back to this collection, taken one by one, the poems will emanate their power and beauty in different moments of time. I love your writings. Love, Margherita |
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martiniat8 Senior Member
since 2003-06-21
Posts 897Prague, Bohemia, Czech Republic |
thanks I can always count on you for a comment |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
I loved particularly in my today's random choice "Second hand" forgotten flickers of crystaline angels wanting to be held in light where every refraction is a smile of rainbows Very beautiful! Love, Margherita  |
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martiniat8 Senior Member
since 2003-06-21
Posts 897Prague, Bohemia, Czech Republic |
:-D i like that t00 one of my better stanzas |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
quote: This is really poignant and beautifully expressed. Love, Margherita |
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martiniat8 Senior Member
since 2003-06-21
Posts 897Prague, Bohemia, Czech Republic |
yeah thats my favorite out of that collection, havent written anything like that in quite a few years |
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