the beuty died bfore my eyes
fire faded from the skies
the moon, oblique, among the clouds
in it's quadrant shone out proud
the stars through murky light did shine
this time i claim,this time is mine
through tired eyes from daily living
i see the glory,sunset given
and in my mind i try to see
the reverence it brings to me
it's beuty there for all to see
as it sinks to eternity
there must be more than i am taking
from creation and it's making
how can something of such might
fade away becoming night

a step a twirl a dip
a smile spreads across her lips
sudden unrepressed delight
lights her eyes
makes her feel right
a shuffled step a spin a twirl
now she's dancing in a whirl
movement flows from hair to hips
up from toes to finger tips
the juices flow the spirits soar
when she stands on that dance floor
the music lives within her soul
she needs to dance to make her whole
her movement sure and proud and true
you think she dances just for you
but in truth all her dance
is just for her
your there by chance.

i let my word name themselves.
as soon as i write them i reread and add its title.
don't know if this is the way but if i look at a list of things iv'e written i can always immediately recall which it is.

nice words by the way

20 /20/20 vision in hindsight

i feel this .
i like your patter.

why do i immediately believe you?

the earth shall inherit the meek
profetic prose,thats what we seek
i speak from the my head
you hear with your heart
simple words can tear us apart
and yet
expressed
or at least said
releases the words
from inside my head
the words that i think
are tender and dear
from my heart to my mouth
and then to your ear
but thats not what happens
nowhere near
from my heart to my head
to my brain to my mouth
has changed the words
from north to south
reversed the feelings
turned them to fear
what i wanted to say
you'll never hear
i need to find
a better path
to allow my speech
to come from my heart
bypass my head
and fall to your ear
hopefully then
my speech will be clear


dallas 2010

been gettin off on johnny cashs version of it on america1v album.
but don't know about the picture. kinda spoils the mood

keep your faith in yourself.
keep writing the words. a powerful thing happens when you write it down you own it.
keep owning it
power to you.

DOESN'T PLAY WELL WITH OTHER CHILDREN.

bastet 126 your profile sho fits with some words i have

cup of love
let me sup from the cup of your love dear
as you drink from the challice of mine
i will only take just what i need dear
and not let it spill like wine
i would not waste a drop of your love dear
and would ask that do not waste mine
for love is oft hard to find dear
it doesn't occur all the time
you can travel through life
and not find it
you can find it and then have it die
but given the chance even once dear
do not let the chance pass you by

IT SEEMS SO DRAWN OUT.AS IT OFTEN DOES !

evocative. just the way we like it.

HOW PATHETIC IS THIS SITE?THE OTHER FORUMS ARE QUITE GOOD AND HERE IN AUS FORUM DAH DUM.COME ON PEOPLE SURELY THERE IS SOME INTEREST IN TALKING TO OTHER AUSSIES,ISN'T THAT WHY WERE USING SITES LIKE MINGLE. TO MINGLE.

fingers flicker
tapping keys
messages
to whom i please
around the world
across the room
the distance
to my nondeplume
irrelavent
it's message driven
surely
it's a gift i'm given
making words
in others minds
make the sense
they make in mine
across the world
it cannot be
that someone there
would think like me
it must be
that my special gift
has closed the gap
and healed the rift
for surely
if we thaught the same
war would be
a useless game
we'd understand
each others speak
have apathy
toward the weak
offer our extended hand
to others
in a foreign land
it cannot be
it is but me
that writes the words
that others see
and i am but
a single soul
who cannot fill
the mammoth hole
that we create
when we don't hear
what others say
that is so clear

who we are
or who we be
isn't just for folks to see
it's how we find
our lives have come
not always straight
not always fun
to look inside
at fates dealt cards
can take a lot
and oft be hard
to take onboard
our inner self
can only lead
to greater health
though it may test our sanity
to live with
our preclavities
the only thing
thats worse than dying
is living
in a head thats lying
no quicker way
to fall apart
than not be true
to your own heart
so gather up
your mortal will
summon
your internal fill
face youre life
and lot thats drawn
commance to live
and be reborn
for true
as i am writing this
you can find
internal bliss
if you can master
who you be
then peace
shall surely come to thee

I think I love you
did I say
I think about you
many days
in lots of odd
and different ways.
someones smile
can make me think
of youre sweet smile
across a drink
or to my ear
I catch a word
that sounds like you
that I just heard
I pass a tree
that we once saw
and think about
that time once more

it must be love
I have to say
that makes me think
of you this way
for others who
have crossed my path
have not left on me
this mark
that makes me happy
just to recall
those memories
however small

I hope that soon
you'll come to me
so we can see
what can be
and you won't be
just memories

FOR A LADY WHO SAYS SHE DOESN'T GET POETRY YOU EEM TO HAVE A NICE GRIP OF MINE.THANK YOU AGAIN I WILL TRY TO SHOW YOU SOME OTHER PIECES TO GET YOUR'E INPUT. D

unrequited or not quite
this love fullfills
the words not right
it's not complete
as love can be
and yet it feels
complete to me
i'de love to hold
the body tght
but at the moment
thats not right
this love evolved
from mental touch
and probably will
remain as such
for fate and time
have played their hand
and now we'll see
how love does stand.