A Potpourri of Expressions in Word...

The Gap, Australia

#286 Dec 6, 2012
I’m riding in the passenger seat of my own life

Cruel Intention’s mask
True liberation
So I sit awake
Taunted by my desires
Suppressed by my ability
And engulfed by my up most fears.
Surreal manifestations
Dreams conjured
By societies vengeance and thirst for truth
Concocted beliefs law dormant under skies so blue
I’m riding in the passenger seat
But I’d sooner die
Than step out
Miss my chance
for you.

The Gap, Australia

#287 Dec 7, 2012
Within the halls of time since gone.
Lost in the reflection in the mirror.
A cold and calculating shadow, lives on.
Many fear her.
How intense the night, hot with blood flowing.
Her constant rambling.
A nervous reaction, from one all knowing.
Gambling with life, just a fraction.
More than money blowing.
Yet in the end no reason given.
Life and death within a season.
Still living.
As time barred with death sealed on a date.
To duty or the cowards fate.
Yellow was all they said.

Now hung lifeless...Dead.

The Gap, Australia

#288 Dec 7, 2012
Minds wonder, thoughts to action
Life's deals thru addition, sometimes subtraction

Tomorrow's here, yesterdays history
Times has past'd as the future a mystery

We search, We find
to rule and conquer all worlds time

Memories are lost but never forgotten

Issues are problems that throws minds off
As a brighter future is always found and never lost.

The Gap, Australia

#289 Dec 7, 2012
Remember the times, we laughed we played
Remember the times, we stood, we layed
Remember all memories we say each day
Remember the enemies that stood in all way
Remember the smiles that seem so bright
Remember all faces we made thru the night
Remember the heart I placed in your hands
Remember our love that grew tall and struck land
Remember the times we argue, we fight
Remember the moments that lit up like lights
Remember each eye i hearts should see
I Always remember you,

And always you remembered me

The Gap, Australia

#290 Dec 7, 2012
Rose petal mornings with strawberry afternoons
Along a rugged cove, a jaded sea, in crystal rain
We walked in the sand, climbed snow white dunes
And painted memories, of strawberry afternoons

We sat alone, you and I, within the circled shade
Beside the quiet blueness of the ocean's mirror
Sea oats swaying upon a hill, gulls that promenade
As we framed each dream inside our circled shade

We walked toward a cove beyond Emerald Hill
Sailed as pirates into a diamond colored sunset
For others, life was humdrum, sorta run of the mill
Unlike our wanderings beyond Emerald Hill

Sea spray fell as pearls lightly on the sand
As the sun touched the white caps on the water
Nature painted a portrait of no man's land
As pearls from the sea, wrote lightly in the sand

The Gap, Australia

#291 Dec 7, 2012
My dreams are slightly bent and a little bilingual
Time and I... Are Not... the best of friends
Nor does this palette of words mix with the trends
And my language is clearly monolingual

I swing on the notes of your Pollyannaish songs
While dancing on the tip of a kitschy adversity
You'll find me chattering in patches of diversity
While picking up seashells using salad tongs

I'm confined to this world to write major things
Like lifetime experiences for my own haystack
Some are mere needles while others stare back
Yea, I'm upside down in this clutter of things

All is well, because my gal said so
Now, don't fret over her blue nails or bare feet,
Or me in my caddy on a one way street,
Cuz I'm high on life, and have places to go

Plié et un peu bilingue

The Gap, Australia

#292 Dec 7, 2012
Le Caramel a Coloré des Feuilles

Autumn paints the world in toffee-colored leaves
A pumpkin's candled grin will always please
Lazy river cruises tinged in frames of ease
Add tapestries of color for an esthetic weave

A gentle splattering of amber, knitting changes for all
Scarecrows in pilgrim hats share scenes of fall
Where haystacks are hiding behind the garden wall
Fiddle playing farmers at The Tamworth Country Music Festival

Somewhere in the distance, before closing of day
The smell of burning leaves, aromatic bouquet
Marshmallows roasting, a bale of fresh hay
A cruise along the river paints a fall get-a-way

While sipping hot cider, hot chocolate or hot tea
Or cruising on a river boat where images are free
There's nothing quite like it, just peek and you'll see
The paintings of God, abounding land and sea

The Gap, Australia

#293 Dec 8, 2012
Swirling around in a hazy fog,

Running towards the light but getting lost,

Hands trembling with fear and loathing,

Heart racing causing me to panic,

Wishing for the warmth of the sun to kiss my face,

Eyes closed capturing the beauty I once noticed,

All around me now seems dreary and gloomy,

A stranger to myself; where did I go wrong?

Once a comfortable place now is your hell,

Perceptions of the world feels unsafe,

Like a stranger lurking in the dark; you feel

Praying for the nightmare to end,

For the clouds to break,

I lay down bewildered and scared,

Withdrawn from a world I once felt safe,

Paralysed with fear; I long to be set free,

Harsh reality of life; causes me to lose hope,

Hope for a brighter tomorrow,

When fear and sadness are a distant memory,

And my soul is at peace;

Where I can learn to love me.

The Gap, Australia

#294 Dec 8, 2012
I believe that the sun shines after the rain
I believe if you don’t get hurt you’ll never gain
I believe in not doing things the easy way
I believe that being selfish doesn’t pay

I believe in a second chance
I believe in a life long romance
I believe there is life after death
And standing up to a life of mess

I believe in love at first sight
I believe that revenge isn’t right
I believe that first impressions last
And there is nothing better then a good laugh

I believe that dreams do come true,
I believe there’s destiny for me and you,
I believe something good comes from something bad I believe everyone has one true love
I believe there’s destiny for me and you
I believe that good things come to those who wait
I believe love never arrives too late

I believe something good comes from something bad
I believe that for tears of happiness there are tears of sad
I believe everyone has a guardian angel
And the good you do will be rewarded well

I believe sometimes there is no explanation
I believe money can’t buy people’s affection
I believe you don’t know what you’ve got until it’s gone
I believe a new day arrives with every dawn

I believe a smile can be contagious
I believe in being very outrageous
I believe in living with no regrets
I believe that life is as good as it gets

I believe that God watches over us
I believe the little things are worth the fuss
I believe you have each friend for a reason
I believe you will get punished for treason

I believe that what comes first is family
I believe we should all live in harmony
I believe in making the most of a beautiful day
And it’s not the end until everything’s okay

I believe absence makes the heart grow fonder
I believe you will lose if you sit and wonder
I believe every experience teaches you a lesson
And nothing cures better then a drinking session

I believe everyone has one true love
I believe sometimes we need a little shove
I believe the whole world is a stage
I believe we only get better with age

I believe that to learn you have to live
I believe that to love someone you have to give
I believe one moment can change your life
And there’s still help when you’re in strife

I believe everyone has one true friend
I believe love helps a broken heart mend
I believe in the power of a song
And things will change before too long

I believe living is the best experience
I believe in not laughing at other people’s expense
I believe it’s hard to watch a lover leave
And when they’re gone all you can do is breath

I believe to always look on the bright side
I believe that life is just one big ride
I believe when I die people will grieve
But it’s ok because I believe..........

The Gap, Australia

#295 Dec 8, 2012
I wish you were mine
Though I may not be yours,
And I may, in my ignorance,
Be speaking to closed doors.

I have no inkling of your heart,
No hint what you might say;
But when I think of you the sun
Will just not go away.

There is in you a loveliness
That makes my darkness shine,
And so I’ll wait, if wait I must,
For you to be mine.

The Gap, Australia

#296 Dec 8, 2012
Just ‘Keep it Real’”, she said, I squealed with delight inside -
From there I stepped outside,
Shied away from hiding my feelings.
‘Keep it Real’– manifest your truth – live authentically.

“Take it slow!” she frowned,
“Be careful, don’t you know where you’re going?”
“I don’t know”, I said,“didn’t you just say to ‘Keep it Real?’”
My mind reels with confusion
Keeping it Real is an illusion, delusion even!
What does it mean when ‘free’ seems ‘freefalling’?

I’m falling. I love it. Stepping into the unknown -
shown no way but my own.
God it feels good.
No shadow, no distance, just me in this instant -
twirling and falling, drowning and smiling.

“What now?”, I ask.“Keep It Real”.“But how?”
“If Real feels like I’m spinning – and winning – what now?
I can’t live my life with my feet off the ground!”
“I know”, she said,“so what have you found?”

“I’m frightened”, I said,“of what I’ve become,
I’ve lost all my senses, become comfortably numb.
But now to allow to unravel like this
I can suddenly see what in life I have miss’d.
Miss my life, miss my time – inextricably mine -
yet, by me stolen away and hidden in time.”

“What is Real?”, she said.“How I feel.” I felt
bursting with goodness
with bountiful happiness
splendiforous sauciness
and ridiculous bawdiness
“Wow, wow, wow, this is it!”
Such spirit, such treasure,
what a world of great pleasure
I found myself in..

“Who are you?” she asked,
You know, t’was as if this had passed
me by up to now.
“Who am I?” I said
“I don’t know” in my head
a magnitude of images flicked through my mind
a spiral of intangibles sped my by eyes
“I’m a being who is seeing
for the very first time,
Being reborn, still torn between two worlds,
not yet found my feet in just one.”

“Keep it real”, I harumphed,“I feel I’ve neglected one side -
shied away from the truth
while rekindling my youth.
My ‘other’, my soulmate, my mirror, my love -
why can’t I look to him, what am I scared of?
I’m scared that to hold him might put me back on the ground,
when really I’m ecstatic to be freefalling right now.

Maybe ‘real’, I now see, is no specific thing -
no ‘one or the other’, no ‘understanding’.
‘Real’ can be movement, a falling in space,
‘Real’ is not belonging to a particular place.

For now,‘authentic’
is hand in hand with planning the next bit -
coming closer to ground,
not spinning, but floating down,
keeping unlocked from inside all my merriment and mirth
And enjoying this moment, this amazing rebirth.

The Gap, Australia

#297 Dec 9, 2012
Oh I faint at the thought of you,
How your lips are pronounced and raw,
Your breasts have become erotic fantasies,
The lines of my body are inferior to his,
He carries you about with grandeur and
Grace as your eyes dazzle in his arms,
And even the moon shines brighter than
Ever it has, guided by the tides and seas,
Your legs so slender and upright cling
To his hands as he gathers you into bed,
Your hair flows with pleasures unlacking,
He has carved your embrace into stone.
Songs of seduction are racing inside your
Mind as he undresses you with his stare.
And to think that your destiny has two
Paths- one with a superior knight on a
Horse and a man who would shiver at
The sight of you, and your face so fair.
I am still waiting for my holy caress.

The Gap, Australia

#298 Dec 10, 2012
And all the leaves have fallen,
and I'm left with nothing.
There's nothing for me to grasp onto,
to cling to.
And the snow is beginning to fall,
but you're no longer here to guide me,
to show me.
And, honey, it keeps getting colder,
but I'm all alone with no one to turn to.
And I'm afraid.
Because without you there's no shining light to direct me.
No blanket to keep me warm.
Nobody to hold me safe in their arms.
But you're gone..........

And it looks like I'm in for a harsh winter.

The Gap, Australia

#299 Dec 10, 2012
In the shape of this night, in the still fall
of snow,
In all that is cold and tiny, these little birds
and children
In everything that moves tonight, the trolleys
and the lovers,
In the great hush of country, in the ugly noise
of our cities
In this deep throw of stars, in those trenches
where the dead are,
In all the wide land waiting, and in the liners
out on the black water
In all that has been said bravely, in all that is
mean anywhere in the world,
In all that is good and lovely, in every house
where sham and hatred are
In the name of those who wait, in the sound
of angry voices,
Before the bells ring, before this little point in time
has rushed us on
Before this clean moment has gone, before this night
turns to face tomorrow,
There is this high singing in the air
Forever this sorrowful human face in eternity’s window
And there are other bells that we would ring,
Other bells that we would ring.

The Gap, Australia

#300 Dec 10, 2012
Words that flow like music
some with rhythm and rhyme
give my heart so much joy
helping me to pass the time

Whether you are full and happy
with a life that is filled with glee
or you are facing storms and floods
you can express it with poetry.

If you remember your true love
on that beautiful Spring day
or trying to get past the impossible task
that life threw in your way

poetry has it's own kind of healing
whether it's light, dark, or strong
it can help sort out feelings
or tell your love you were wrong

Whatever your reason for writing it
just pick up your pen and say
the words flooding your heart and mind
and help yourself along the way.

The Gap, Australia

#301 Dec 10, 2012
Gentle at first, noticed, felt, but lingering in the background

Like a memory waiting to be remembered

Stronger it became, enveloped my thoughts

Opened a part long closed

A hole waiting to be filled

Still stronger it became, a force I could not resist

So I leaned towards it, embraced it, fought it no longer

And it became gentle again

Gentle like a whisper, a brush on the cheek

So I closed my eyes, and I swayed in the wind

And it became stronger again

And I felt like I was falling

When I opened my eyes, I was on a cliff

Beautiful, wonderful, but no place to go

The Gap, Australia

#302 Dec 10, 2012
Played suede addled the shade
Pockets half full with something he paid
Pants of translucent corduroy
Lead me into battle,
Ransack Helen of Troy!

Let me walk above the cattle
He above the sun
Stringless seams gab
Wanders longer, past the waist line

Warn the dealers,
That I am feeling just fine
Without a notebook or tab
Through my own account
My simple words will shine.

The Gap, Australia

#303 Dec 10, 2012
Did it hurt?
Wearing your purple cloak,
Walking to the court to get your
Thirty-nine lashes to the
Back, sides, chest, face.
Wearing your crown of thorns,
Blood falling like
Tears over your eyes.

I warned you not to interfere,
I sent you to watch, to experience
Life as one of them.

Was it heavy?
The weight of the wooded beams,
Sitting on your shoulders, as you
Climbed the hill to the
Place of the skull.

I begged you not to expose
Who you were.
I warned you there would
Be consequences.

Did it hurt?
Spikes going through
Your wrists, your ankles,
Through your flesh,
Through your bones,
The cross rising like an arrow
Pointing to

I know you meant well,
You showed them true faith,
But you did it for yourself,
Not for me.

Was it heavy?
Your body falling on your lungs,
Cutting off your breath,
While a spear pierced your sides and
Your spilled blood filled the air.

I heard your cry
Eloi, Eloi, lema sabachthani?
I have not forsaken you my son.

You have forsaken yourself.

The Gap, Australia

#304 Dec 22, 2012
Though its quite easy to hide
A dark emptiness dwells inside
It takes away the pain I feel
Helping me forget whats real
I wish there was more to me
But the outside shell you see
It's easy to pretend dimension
When no one really pays attention
Unable to redeem my self esteem
I hide within the void and scream
To numb to even pretend to grieve
Within the emptiness I can deceive
My emotions are merely special effect
A simple perception of what to project
Though its quite easy to hide
A dark emptiness dwells inside

The Gap, Australia

#305 Dec 22, 2012
"Once I was so full of hope, dreams of rainbows and unicorns
a knight in shining armor who would sweep me off my feet
and how we would live happy ever after"....She said,

"Life... love... was all so pure as was I...
Innocent, naive believing and seeing the good in everything
A heart once full of love and light
now dark and decaying inside

One by one those dreams were destroyed
life dealt me the cruelest blows
So my dreams are now nightmares
memories taunting me even while I'm awake

I now revel in pain as now it's become so normal to me
happiness is so foreign I recoil at the slightest touch
There is no peace it's seems from the demon's of my past
my wings once pure and white now dark as the raven's plume."

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