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[Princess Hey]

I might not be the most important person in your life ,I just hope that when you see my name then you smile and say thats my friend!!!!:O)

[Anonymous]

My forbidden book has words and images
A forbidden poetry that speaks to the soul
A forbidden angel who haunts my dreams
A renegade sensibility lost in the desert
of a no man's land
I want to make an impact on my world
Let the powers that be know who I am
A force to be reckoned with
A cascading fountain of life and art
I can see the burning feelings in your face
Existing beyond the lens
Interpreted through the word
At play with light and shadow
Tied up with what we say to each other
I see something inside of you
I listen to what you express to me
Make love to the avant garde
Feel the tension of my conviction
The beauty remains hidden behind the mask
Show me which feelings betray our humanity
My angel transcends time and space
She inspires words and captures the light
She is poetry in motion
I can feel the rhythms
of her young life
Make sense of her graceful gaze
She brings me to the end of my journey
Takes me by the hand and leads me
to a new dawn

[Anonymous]

Waves and waves of pain
Smashing against the rocks
As the cold wind envelopes the day
Destiny has fallen from the sky
Leaving our hearts barren
The breeze sweeping through your hair
Drying your flowing tears
Longing for the light
It melted away with the sun
Bringing only darkness
Fragments of a dream
We struggle to remember
Of your body under the covers
Pressed against mine
Devoid of the external world
The heat of our embrace
Driving us inward
Into a new reality
Your beautiful eyes see through me
Leaving the world behind
Your stellar life
Forever in my presence
Giving our hearts love
Alchemy of emotion
Raising us from the depths
Of the physical world
Forgetting the war
Between hopelessness
And fate

[Anonymous]

Rosa Darling wrote:

Adrian DeVine is, was, always will..
be...an especially obnoxious little Twit !

Hey Rosa, STiX and STOnES may break my BOnES
BUT..WHIpS and CHaINS excite me!!!
So.. THrOW me DoWN and TiE me up
CuM on and SHoW ME DaT YoU LiKE ME!

I'm 6'1" tall in my sox.........so where do you come on with the "little" thing, Rosa Darling ?

[Anonymous]

In the hour of death, after this life’s whim,
When the heart beats low, and the eyes grow dim,
And pain has exhausted every limb—
The lover of the Lord shall trust in Him.

When the will has forgotten the lifelong aim,
And the mind can only disgrace its fame,
And a man is uncertain of his own name—
The power of the Lord shall fill this frame.

When the last sigh is heaved, and the last tear shed,
And the coffin is waiting beside the bed,
And the widow and child forsake the dead—
The angel of the Lord shall lift this head.

For even the purest delight may pall,
And power must fail, and the pride must fall,
And the love of the dearest friends grow small—
But the glory of the Lord is all in all.

[Anonymous]

You fall
In licking flames
Of withdrawn absolution
Every stone of your foundation
Crumbling, black and broken
Into the oblivion of desperation

You fall
Into the ruins
Of your own creation
As the hand of your absent god
Sweeps clear the ground beneath you

You fall
A desperate gesture
Hope a distant memory
Burnt and fading at the edges
It crumbles under your shaking hands

You fall
This is not change
This is not epiphany or retribution
There is no stopping or fixing this
You’re too far gone.....

[Anonymous]

It's human to deny
Yourself
Others
Love
Lies
Truth

We lie
To ourselves
To our hearts
And to each other

You begged
To be my exception
The one
Who didn't follow the pattern
Of lies and betrayal
The one
Whose head wasn't riddled
With the snakes
Of a truth untold
And eye contact would be lost,
As I fumbled around
The whiteness of my words.

Honesty?

Do you understand that word?
No,
Yes.

I have never had it
It is what I am not.

Your eyes are dry
Tears burnt away
And you don't cry
Over new ways
In which I break your heart.

You are not the exception.....

For I am the rule.

[Anonymous]

You can only have....

one breath
one soul
one way to go
one dance
one song
one chance
one touch
one feel
one blanket warmed by God's sin
one kiss
one deep look into eye magic
one right answer
one solution
one problem
one hello
one epiphany
one glance
one moment
one call
one month
one may wonder why

there is but.....

one bowl to pour
one heart to receive
one cloud to hang over
one orgasmic burst
one cup of hot tea
one halls
one suck
one tongue tappin on
one spot
one clutch
one grab...
one piece of exctasy
one reverberation
one solitude
one reflection
one laugh
one tear fallin
one diary read
one secret confessed
one longing
one ride
one bitten lip
one sigh
one shriek into the coffee night
one miles
one monk
one bjork
one first
one last
one sun
one river
one bed
one nimble of satin
one nightmare
one GOD
one place
one intoxication
one regret
one second lost to what might have been
one time
one hour
one second
one minute
one millennia
one light
one snowflake lost
one dream
one dream
one dream

repeating
you can only have......

one life
one love
one one
one me
one you

~DeVine.

[Anonymous]

You said you "would never hurt me", the words echoing in my mind as the pain reverberates throughout my chest

A promise is hard to keep I guess, so play all those sad songs I keep hearing in my head

My disconsolation now joined with the rest, it's no consolation that I gave it my best

Deception is in the air, disrespect abundantly clear

Inhaling toxic lies told by the one you held so dear

So fragrantly treacherous and cunning

You could only hope it was a dream

Though whispers reveal the truths previously unseen

Confrontation quickly follows leading then to denial

Pride eventually swallowed as confessions ensue

Conveniently apologetic words from your mouth then spew

Why is it you're sorry once you've already been caught?

That's like test driving a car once it's already been bought

How repentant can a person genuinely be?

When since it's solely because the truths exposed

That you're even hearing the words “I’m sorry”

They say time heals everything, who knows if that’s true

If it is then great, but then how long do I have to wait?

Will my heart heal as quickly as the time it took to break?

Or will I wallow in self pity with this persistent stomachache

What if it takes as much time as the memories we've made

Memories that I unwillingly replay, wishing them to stop for my dues have been paid

Has time betrayed us somehow? For it is something we can never get back

What if time could be rewound, would we choose to keep our memories intact?

Isn't it funny how memories are the things that hurt us most?

Like a shot to the heart, or a stab in the back

Yet can also provide solace when hard times befall us

Remember the day when everything was ok?

Questions are still left unanswered, feelings left suppressed

Only time will tell if the decisions made, were for the worst or for the best

[Colorado Chick]

WOW! Adrian..LIGHTEN UP..DUDE! Have a 7-UP spitzer and run and play...if your TrueLove...hasn't caught the Last Train to Clarksville...THEN, YOU still have a chance to make it up to her...LET SLEEPING DOGS LIE, why rattle their chains and WAKE THEM UP...let them snooze...Time for you, to just enjoy what is presented in front of you...THE BEST IS YET TO COME...Peace and Happiness, Mr. Adrian DeVine...

[Anonymous]

Colorado Chick wrote:

WOW! Adrian..LIGHTEN UP..DUDE! Have a 7-UP spitzer and run and play...if your TrueLove...hasn't caught the Last Train to Clarksville...THEN, YOU still have a chance to make it up to her...LET SLEEPING DOGS LIE, why rattle their chains and WAKE THEM UP...let them snooze...Time for you, to just enjoy what is presented in front of you...THE BEST IS YET TO COME...Peace and Happiness, Mr. Adrian DeVine...

CC Rider !

You said goodbye a little while back.....what happened, you miss me ?

Glad You're Back >>> HUGS <<<

Looking backwards over my life,

the most casual choices have major effects.

They cast the longest shadows.

Major choices are minor.



The most casual choices have major effects

and cause me to wonder.

Major choices are minor,

there are no regrets there.



…and cause me to wonder…

they cast the longest shadows.

There are no regrets there?

Looking backward over my life.

[Anonymous]

If the poet stops writing,
who will tell the woes
of the inner struggle?

Whilst most live in pursuit
of the tangible, the explicable
Accepting an illusion as reality,
The poet exists in a realm
few dare to enter
And fewer still, honor sacred
and integral to existence.

We dare to bare
our scarred souls to the world,
We wrestle with the demons
we create as a species
In our oftentimes
narcissistic trek through evolution,

We are that vital link
Bridging the gap
Between the here and now
and our timeless origins

We are the poets,
Our eyes
Witness the silent journey
Of Spirit

[Princess Hey]

If another woman steals your man,theres no better revenge then letting her keep him.Real men cant be stolen!!!

[Anonymous]

Blocked out from the terrors you see
My one little window, open only to me.
self-enthralled, shut out from you;
self-concerned, always blind to what you do.

The sun is shining, don't you see it?
It's beaming down, and my world is lit.
You said you were done with the rain--
Why are you getting wet yet again?

Let's go out to play;
I will show you the new day.
There's no time for worry,
nothing to bury.

Time progresses as life moves on,
soon you will see the coming dawn.
Nothing will falter your new smile.
You will be happy all the while.....

Child's play ?

[Anonymous]

And a woman who held a babe against her bosom
said, "Speak to us of Children."

And he said:

Your children are not your children.

They are the sons and daughters
of Life's longing for itself.

They come through you but not from you,

And though they are with you,
yet they belong not to you.

You may give them your love
but not your thoughts.

For they have their own thoughts.

You may house their bodies
but not their souls,

For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,
which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.

You may strive to be like them,
but seek not to make them like you.

For life goes not backward nor
tarries with yesterday.

You are the bows from which your children
as living arrows are sent forth.

The archer sees the mark upon the path
of the infinite,

and He bends you with His might
that His arrows may go swift and far.

Let your bending in the archer's hand
be for gladness;

For even as he loves the arrow that flies,
so He loves also the bow that is stable.

[Hoosier Hillbilly]

It's a good thing Offbeat doesn't have to pay for this as they would paper-but they should still charge her for the time.
I use to like Australia, even spent time in Brisbane, if I knew she was there I'd never go back!

[Anonymous]

Hoosier Hillbilly wrote:

It's a good thing Offbeat doesn't have to pay for this as they would paper-but they should still charge her for the time.
I use to like Australia, even spent time in Brisbane, if I knew she was there I'd never go back!

down
down
down
down
down
down
deep
below

children of the caves will let their
secret fires glow

An explosion of birds
Dawn
Sun strokes the walls
An old man leaves the Casino

A young man reading pauses
on the path to the garden

Bitter winter
Fiction dogs are starving
The radio is moaning softly
calling to the dogs....

There are still a few
animals left in the yard

there's one here whining,

Sit up all night,
talking smoking
Count the dead and wait
’til morning
Will warm names and faces
come again
Does the silver forest end?

December Isles
Hot morning chambers
of the New Day
Idiot first to awaken (be born)
Hoiser Hillbilly
w/shadows of new play
learned men
in Sunday best

We’ve had our chance to rest
to mourn the passing of day
to lament the death of our
glorious member
(she whispers secret messages
of love in the garden
to her friends, the bees)

The garden would be here
forevermore

Mexican parachute
Blue green pink
Invented of Silk
& stretched on grass
Draped in the trees
of a Mexican Park
T-shirt boys in their
Slumbering art

-I fear that he’s been
maim’d beyond all
recognition

He hears them come and
murmur over his corpse.

Street Pizza.

funny,
I keep expecting a
knock on the door
in Brisbane......

well, that’s what you
get for living around
people in Sydney

a Knock? would shatter
my dreams’ illusions
deportment and composure
The struggle of a poor poet
to stay out of the grips
of novels and gambling
perhaps journalism

A quality of ignorance,
self-deception may be
necessary to the poet’s
survival.

Actors must make us think
they’re real

Our friends must not
make us think we’re acting

They are, though, in slow
Time

My wild words
slip into fusion
and risk losing
the solid ground

So stranger, get
wilder still

Probe the Highland
Hose the Hillbillys

Bourbon is a wicked brew, recalling
courage milk, refined poison
of a cockroach here
tree-bark, leaves
and fly-wings scraped from the
land, a thick film;

menstrual fluids no doubt
add their splendour.

It is the eagle’s drink.

Why do I drink?
So that I can write poetry.

Sometimes when it’s all spun out
and all that is ugly recedes
into a deep sleep
There is an awakening
and all that remains is true.

As the body is ravaged
the spirit grows stronger.

Forgive me Father for I know
what I do.

I want to hear the last Poem
of the last Poet.

[Princess Hey]

You may be out of my sight but never out of my mind,I miss you!!!!!!:O)

[Dr_Dirty]

Princess Hey wrote:

You may be out of my sight but never out of my mind,I miss you!!!!!!:O)

Why thank you!(blush blush)

[Princess Hey]

You are so very welcome..LOL..:O)