Bebop
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Post by Bebop on Jan 2, 2004 15:48:12 GMT -5
stars crash softly I dream the sky beckons the want of light, sound, and scape a whisper, a thought close my eyes to better see, to feel, to know to be, only to be.......there
;DBebop
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Bebop
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Post by Bebop on Jan 3, 2004 3:23:42 GMT -5
Finding Sleep
It does not come though I taunt and beckon it I call it softly, I scream demanding it's grasp I wait in shadows to jump it, forcing myself upon it I beg it to wash over me, carry me into slumber It ignores all this and waits for the sun defiantly No rest for the wicked; Nay, none for the worthy.
;DBebop
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Post by dragonflymaiden on Jan 3, 2004 5:44:41 GMT -5
Since we're sharing and you know, Brian, I really appreciate your bearing your writing like this. It takes a braveness that's encouraged me, I hope you don't think I'm too forward in sharing my own, about fall leaves:
The gold in the gutter,
Is not the ordinary treasure.
The men who seek such riches
will never see it
Though right before their nose it sits.
Metal is not what I speak of,
Gold that meets my eye.
Transitory, I see it just before winter.
The gold of fall, the leaves drift down.
Hushed time as silent birds go by,
finding a southern town.
Softened sun, warm or chilly fun.
Golden leaf, a treasure to my eye.
And Bebop, don't think your's have gone unnoticed. What a beautiful way to describe the silent night.
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Bebop
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Post by Bebop on Jan 3, 2004 15:09:50 GMT -5
And Bebop, don't think your's have gone unnoticed. What a beautiful way to describe the silent night. Aww, thank you!! Welcome to the board, it's good to have you!!! ;DBebop
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Post by Bebop on Jan 4, 2004 2:01:52 GMT -5
a child's cry the dew so soon dried the meaning of things, the nature of it all a wisp, a creeping dusk beholden to the dawn betwix the lips of lovers upon the tounges of saints within the souls of sinners Virtue doth awake
;DBebop
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Post by Goblin on Jan 4, 2004 3:11:36 GMT -5
The sky is burning The sky burning before me The gulls screaming above me The land freezing behind me The grass snapping beneath me The fur wrapping around me Thinks again Slinks away Morning
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Post by Bebop on Jan 8, 2004 23:33:08 GMT -5
Petty sinners throwing stones, gouging eyes, spilling blood; God told us to. Anarch heathens bombing marketplaces, killing sinners, killing kin; Allah told us to. Men, slaves to gods; Gods, slaves to man's accord. Corruption in the name of righteuosness. The vicious cycle; All be damned.
;DBebop
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Post by Bebop on Jan 9, 2004 3:39:47 GMT -5
Walking Through the Night Walking through the night, trudging towards morn..... the next place to stop too far ahead; broken, bleeding, numb. No directions just the visions in my head, gray skies light gray gravel cutting my feet; no looking back, nothing to see..... only to feel, like the sweat of a nightmare just passed; the panic that knows no reason. I beg you, let me be; I have seen death this night.... the blood is on my hands. It stains my soul. I walk through the night; I walk with the damned. ;DBebop (Boy I'm full of it lately.....poetry that is...... )
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Post by Goblin on Jan 10, 2004 3:57:06 GMT -5
PRIEST
A mass The priest is young Coughs nervously Begins the homily The audience not listening Music playing in their ears Music I can't hear (Their music has no meaning either) I look at the young priest He will not meet my eyes Afraid I'll see his fear Afraid what should be here Is not
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Bebop
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Post by Bebop on Jan 12, 2004 1:04:35 GMT -5
Forsake me, forget it. I need not the false promises of your god; He knows me not, he loves me even less. I was his child once; Loving, faithful, naive. I woke to find it empty, no sign of him for my bloodshot eyes. I walked, stumbling, blind to the cause of my abandonment. Was I to be punished? Was I to be tested? An illusion. A parlor trick for the masses. And I another mark in the crowd. I am no fool, I stand alone now. No shackles to bind, no lies to swallow, no rules but those of my own bewildered, broken heart.
;DBebop
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Post by Bebop on Jan 13, 2004 3:21:38 GMT -5
Slipping from the day, last of the warm light missed my skin. Darkness disregards all promises of rest. I curse it, as it curses me. Slowly slipping through the night, unknown and unnoticed. Dawn comes to tuck me in, to sleep again; to dream what should be, escaping what is. I thank it kindly for its mercy, the waking world has none left for me. Living......... no; Surviving....always. Loving........ no; Surrendering....never.
;DBebop
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Post by syb on Jan 13, 2004 4:32:27 GMT -5
You've heard wonderful; now it's time for some bad And here we go with some bad .... If I placed you in my secret daydream And offered you a part, Would you perform on the boss's buttercream leather, Or would a cold railway platform do With the players dressed oh so smart. I created all, in this way and that, I dreamed it all because I dare not ask What you want to feel or to experience. That is none of my business. Ah, but it is titillating; my dreams make it so; A chase across Old World countries; Or easy prey with your name whispered soft and low; I cannot say what love games you play; Nor do I really want to know. And for bad number 2 Am i the red horse of your Apocalypse, Or something equally to be feared. I think you should fear more the loss, Of what you held once dear. But what if i whispered to you As gently as I can Loss is part of living A natural part of man. For without loss we know not what we gain, Nor that switch from tears to smiles; Without the eternal battle between these two; Our lives are not worthwhile.
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Post by Bebop on Jan 13, 2004 20:47:22 GMT -5
You've heard wonderful; now it's time for some bad Where's the bad? Every poet is different, just like the soul of every person is different....I liked them....poetry does not have to be complex or pretty....it just has to be truly felt in the heart or soul....... Keep it comin'!!! ;DBebop
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Post by Goblin on Jan 14, 2004 4:01:07 GMT -5
A dream of wolves...
Black White Red The night The snow The blood Chords pierce sky
Black White Red The beat The pulse The hunt Fierce, fierce joy
Black White Red Past trees Past moons Past dreams Fleetingly
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Post by Bebop on Jan 15, 2004 16:25:20 GMT -5
Of lips and smiles, the fairest shapes; in dreaming eyes, deep, dark shining pools of amber; an artist's soul, a new soul; no taint, no jaded nature.... Beauty; untouched, unspolied by spite and callous hands; noble, the face an angel wears; soft is his voice, sweetly he speaks; he looks with loving eyes toward dawn......... toward home, and toward me.
;DBebop
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