I see the parameters The boundaries few dare to escape What are they afraid of? When push comes to shove All see the truth The scars you bear Do not diminish Your beauty They are a trick of the mind An illusion between me and you You stand on the precipice With a confidence Like a cat Waiting to pounce on your prey
<quoted text> merci beaucoup Trish ! **** What do you find cool? A mysterious guy (like me) Or maybe a pot smoking hippie? Brando or Monroe? Or that Guitarist dude? Or is it me Or maybe Mysterous You? Or us!? Well, how about, this poem?
Adrian, I didn't catch this one until yesterday. I have said visited with you in some time and I wanted to say Hello and Hope you are well. I like how you are spelling your name these days.
Oh and I loved this piece. :) Hope you are smiling this day. Trish
You were really lQQking for any answers were you. :)))) Oh, and the typo was meant to say I haven't visited with you. It's been too long actually. I'm not as intimidated to do that as I used to be. ;~) I Am Not New Any More :) PEACE
Some answers, yes but........you'll need to tell me more I suspect ?
These times they are phantoms To what came before I felt a surge of fallen shining beauty Like nothing that I had ever seen You stand in the light Of my dreams You always wanted something beyond What the world could ever show Will we live life in the shadows In the empty halls without doors You do not want to speak of love Let it be all put to bed Those thoughts left in my heart Where they can do no harm I'm just a stranger Who is passing by What are we But people passing by tonight I thought I saw something in your eyes A flicker of recognition and hope Of a feeling felt long ago I remember your tears When you heard my words That summer burned the sweat into our skins Holding your face in my hands The beauty one man understands These times are traitors To what we know inside The end of all your pretty plans....
<quoted text> Adrian, I didn't catch this one until yesterday. I have said visited with you in some time and I wanted to say Hello and Hope you are well. I like how you are spelling your name these days. Oh and I loved this piece. :) Hope you are smiling this day. Trish Oh - please find Wet for me.
Hi & Hello again Trish, you really can be sweet when you want to, can't you ? Smiling all the while.....don't give me any reason not to, huh ?
Like I've said before, if you like I'll forward the original "WET" to you.....all you gotta do is furnish the on-forwarding details.
<quoted text> Hi & Hello again Trish, you really can be sweet when you want to, can't you ? Smiling all the while.....don't give me any reason not to, huh ? Like I've said before, if you like I'll forward the original "WET" to you.....all you gotta do is furnish the on-forwarding details.
Sweet when I want to be? I am normally sweet. It takes a good amount of stupid sh!t to get me going and then I have no want in me to be sweet to those piszzzing on me.
I would appreciate if you reposted it or were able to tell me what page it was on. I could go look, but you can appreciate what a task that would be.
I didn't understand the last one. I misspelled another word. I meant to say you weren't really seeking answers to all those questions in that previous post.
While you are ignoring her,Another guy is giving her attention. While you are giving her problems,Another guy is listening. While you are too busy,Another guy is making time for her. While you are making her cry,Another guy is trying to make her smile again. When you are not sure if you still want her, Another guy has already figured it all out!!!
Lying apart now, each in a separate bed, He with a book, keeping the light on late, She like a girl dreaming of childhood, All men elsewhere - it is as if they wait Some new event: the book he holds unread, Her eyes fixed on the shadows overhead.
Tossed up like flotsam from a former passion, How cool they lie. They hardly ever touch, Or if they do, it is like a confession Of having little feeling - or too much. Chastity faces them, a destination For which their whole lives were a preparation.
Strangely apart, yet strangely close together, Silence between them like a thread to hold And not wind in. And time itself's a feather Touching them gently. Do they know they're old, These two who are my father and my mother Whose fire from which I came, has now grown cold?
Packing Cleaning A studio no more As my paints go dry
I smell the last of the Oil paints Laying to waste
My spirit is painted black Oil all over my face As my soul is no more
Lost my inspiration to paint What to paint? Where is my muse? I am lost in emptiness.
As I clean There it is The lipstick On her wine glass On the lip Of the Glass
As clear as day her fingerprints
That night long ago On a full moon On a day where the wolf called As the wild spirits came out
There she was in my canvas I drew here in the essence of charcoal A over my newsprint A over my Canvas of my soul Yearning to feel her spirit in my thoughts In my paint brush Strokes that brought my desires Desires of Burnt Umber To Scarlet Purple Lake Onto the white canvas
That night of oil and brushes Her soul spoke to mine No she is gone No more. It is gone My love is gone
She left. My love left My heart shattered Where have you gone I am lost I am no more......