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rwood Member Elite
since 2000-02-29
Posts 3793Tennessee 
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I sail the high tides at night when the world sleeps and there is no one to speak my mind to These are the depths that captivate me, where I imagine captains navigating dreams, allowing themselves to feel what I feel I am drawn to such alluring fathoms, entertaining myself from the truth, for where might I be without the quixotic sailors in my life There would be no harbors, nor anchors, nor babes that leave me behind While all feels colorless in the ocean I know there are neon notions, hiding from a violent sun no matter the coral labels etched into my back I am one, craft undone, but I am many in a crazy sea where each is a castaway, off course and lying about it I know nothing of nations, they are all invisible to the naked eye I simply plot my course and question those that look at the stars and picture things that never happened While lies immortalize our gods, my origins my hinterlands, lie somewhere upon the floors of the deep and I just keep...trying...to write myself into the sand |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
rwood I think you have managed to write yourself into my sand. LOL Enjoyed the read. |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
"While lies immortalize our gods, my origins my hinterlands, lie somewhere upon the floors of the deep and I just keep...trying...to write myself into the sand" Awesome write Regina..with your own exquisite touch. Hugs~ Something tugs at me, I've no doubt of that. |
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Gentle Spirit Member Patricius
since 2000-10-09
Posts 13989 |
no matter the coral labels etched into my back I am one, craft undone, but I am many in a crazy sea where each is a castaway, off course and lying about it ~jaw dropping to floor~ somy~ I can feel this, know this... as always your pen and muse please the reader! |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296 |
the entire poem was amazing, but this part was to me, especially significant I sail the high tides at night when the world sleeps and there is no one to speak my mind to These are the depths that captivate me, where I imagine captains navigating dreams, allowing themselves to feel what I feel outstanding! A spiritual journey it is to read you |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
I am drawn to such alluring fathoms, entertaining myself from the truth, for where might I be without the quixotic sailors in my life There would be no harbors, nor anchors, nor babes that leave me behind While all feels colorless in the ocean I know there are neon notions, hiding from a violent sun yes.. it is violent sun.. and this.. revealing... always a pleasure my friend..and this is no exception... |
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Larry C
since 2001-09-10
Posts 10286United States |
Reg, Your writing takes me places I seldom see. Thanks.  If tears could build a stairway and memories a lane, I'd walk right up to heaven and bring you home again. |
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rwood Member Elite
since 2000-02-29
Posts 3793Tennessee |
Sy: Sit back, relax, and dig yer toes in? LOL! Thanks for the reply and the giggle. I needed that! Nancy: Any visit from you is exquisite. Thank you hugs. somy: Your connection gives depth to my meaning. Thanks somy. So glad you're here. LeeJ: Ah, your depth is spiritual, and it doesn't suprise me when you recognize my reach. Many, many thanks. C: Seems I'm forever in the hot seat, but as long as you're pleased, I'm writing. Smile hugs. Larry: Now that's a compliment...cuz I never go anywhere anymore, cept the front porch, work, and school. Thanks for being such good company on my mind trips. Love, Reg |
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