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The Blackening
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The Blackening |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738
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A simple ravage of the self, a funnel cloud in distant thoughts, rage of age where peace should dwell, agony--discovered hell, my soul awander, where no thing ought. I did this to myself. Does fire have a moments peace? My yearning seems to know no bounds. an ointment made of loving grace-- kisses of a soothing balm, ever taunting, out of reach, a-dread, alarmed, of trumpet's sound. I condemned myself to hell, no fortitude with which to fight-- can rest be found among the flames? How to heal, while I fry... transforming screams of agony the dreadful dirge, to psalm of peace? I need to undo this myself. |
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Sunnyone Member Ascendant
since 2000-07-06
Posts 5334Staffordshire, England |
There seems to be a lot of conflict here, knowing that you did it to yourself, and also knowing that you must undo it yourself. Very nicely written, and thought-provoking! Today is a gift.... That is why they call it 'the Present'! |
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Local Rebel Member Ascendant
since 1999-12-21
Posts 5767Southern Abstentia |
it hurts a tad... but... being blackened makes you spicy! in the end... when I'm burning myself I always find a dose of Squirell Nut Zipper's "Hell" takes out the sting -- I mean -- if you're gonna burn might as well do it in a conga line... In the afterlife you could be headed for the serious strife now you make the scene all day but tomorrow the'll be hell to pay beauty talent fame fortune refinement of skill and grace but all the things you try to hide will be revealed on the other side... line forms here!!  (((((serenity)))))) |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
I did this to myself. Does fire have a moments peace? My yearning seems to know no bounds. an ointment made of loving grace-- kisses of a soothing balm, ever taunting, out of reach, a-dread, alarmed, of trumpet's sound. I condemned myself to hell, no fortitude with which to fight-- can rest be found among the flames? How to heal, while I fry... transforming screams of agony the dreadful dirge, to psalm of peace? I need to undo this myself. ========================== *sitting here bawling* ...(blame it on hormones) .. HOW MANY times have we written each other a mirror now... this one is like a mirror in a fun house .. makes us look fatter than we are...but still we see oursleves...YA KNOW????? you have word for word written the reality i woke up with this morning...slept with all weekend for that matter ...(you know) jeeeze me twin ...how did we get to here.. and I know your "here" and mine are not the exact same situations but yea...the pain is the same ...and Im tired of it.. and the guilt and the anger and and and .. yea ...so i keep telling my self... time to get a life....time to get real .. live in reality... but REALITY SUCKS baby ... yea...you know ... makes me wanna just ...you know ... thank god for poetry and poets and mirrors thank god for my cd player ...and denial. for friends who know....quiet comfort ... me loves ya..MUCHLY... sing it Jackson... THE LATE SHOW Everyone I've ever known has wished me well Anyway that's how it seems, it's hard to tell Maybe people only ask you how you're doin' 'Cause that's easier than letting on how little they can care But when you know that you've got a real friend somewhere Suddenly all the others are so much easier to bear Now to see things clear, it's hard enough I know While you're waiting for reality to show Without dreaming of the perfect love and holding it so far above If you stumbled on to someone real, you'd never know (You'd never know) You could be with somebody who is lonely too (Sometimes it doesn't show) He might be trying to get across to you (Words can be so slow) When your own emptiness is all that's getting through There comes a point when you're not sure why you're still talking I passed that point long ago (Long ago) Now I'm so tired of all this circling And all these glimpses of the end (You know it's useless to pretend) That's all the voices say: "You'll go right on circling Until you've found some kind of friend" Well I saw you through the laughter and the noise You were talking with the soldiers and the boys While they scuffled for your weary smile I thought of all the empty miles And the years I've spent looking for your eyes (Looking for your eyes) Now I'm sitting here wondering what to say (That you might recognize) Afraid that all these words might scare you away (And break through the disguise) No one ever talks about their feelings anyway Without dressing them in dreams and laughter I guess it's just too painful otherwise Look, it's like you're standing in the window Of a house nobody lives in And I'm sitting in a car across the way (Let's just say) It's an early model Chevrolet (Let's just say) It's a warm and windy day You go and pack your sorrow Trash man comes tomorrow Leave it at the curb and we'll just roll away |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
and this one.... FARTHER ON Jackson Browne In my early years I hid my tears And passed my days alone Adrift on an ocean of loneliness My dreams like nets were thrown To catch the love that I'd heard of In books and films and songs Now there's a world of illusion and fantasy In the place where the real world belongs Now I look for the beauty in songs To fill my head and lead me on Though my dreams have come up torn and empty As many times as love has come and gone To those gentle ones my memory runs To the laughter we shared at the meals I filled their kitchens and living rooms With my schemes and my broken wheels It was never clear how far or near The gates to my citadel lay They we're cutting from stone some dreams of their own But they listened to mine anyway I'm not sure what I'm trying to say It could be I've lost my way Though I keep a watch over the distance Heaven's no closer than it was yesterday And the angels are older They know not to wait up for the sun They look over my shoulder At the maps and the drawings of the journey I've begun Now the distance leads me farther on Though the reasons I once had are gone I keep thinking I'll find what I'm looking for In the sand beneath the dawn But the angels are older They can see that the sun's setting fast They look over my shoulder At the vision of paradise Contained in the light of the past And they lay down behind me To sleep beside the road 'til the morning has come Where they know they will find me With my maps and my faith in the distance Moving farther on ==================== thank you jackson... ok baby..im done now (done in) ..winkie winkie* |
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Balladeer
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-05
Posts 25505Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA |
How much does a plate of fried serenity steak go for these days? What time is dinner?? I'll bring the whine! I'm not poking fun at ya, serenity, just trying to lift the gloom with a smile  One thing about fried serenity....it's guaranteed to be tender, I'm sure  |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
Thanks to the Reb, for the generous hug and understanding. JM---shame on you, I'm down with bronchitis and sore throat and you made me laugh so hard I choked on my soup. Sunny1, actually no, no conflicts here, just a bummer of a realization... and Balladeer, worry not, just came out gloomier that it really is...I actually had a great weekend, forgot I was old...well, older, and today was a rude reminder...lol But thanks to all...I appreciate your comments much. (((((((forum))))))))) |
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Tears_of_Grace Member
since 2000-07-05
Posts 50 |
Knowing that we do things like this to ourselves doesn't make it any easier to fix, in fact if it were someone else doing it we could just "remove" them..know what I mean?? I think you do from the flow of this one. WOW! |
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