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Strange Hours
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just saw it Nica, what a wonderful piece of work Thank you so much, smiles |
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You said, "Walk with me."
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Fantastic write ... a powerful look at shadow I am disappointed the read is over so soon ... The continuation ... was to indicate that struggles continue as they always do, sort of an emfasis on the continuation of life. |
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But I Do
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Awesome, good job. Great poem.
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Freedom
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Awesome! I like this one. Freedom, ah who wouldn't want it in one form or another, free to be who we are. smiles
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Something Strange About Her
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WOW! goodone! I liked this, very awesome. SMiles
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Wiccans - part 2
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I don't want to cheat fate tonight, I just want to cheat reality, LOL anyone for snacks and a well chosen crazy movie? LOL
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Captured Hearts, Borrowed Wounds-Spiraled Souls
Some say he is a nephilim, a child of a fallen angel. Some say he is the devil in the disguise of a young man with a privileged family. Some say he is evil itself able to manipulate anyone and anything he wants. It is said Job could only be touched by Satan with God’s permission, I have often wondered what kind of deal Degane struck with God for me. Some believe he is just an army brat who wound up in the wrong place for the wrong reasons but around here, he is known as Dr. Frenzeller’s pet and the Commander’s sidekick in torture and mayhem. But I know him, I have known him all my life, from every fantasy and dream I have ever had, I have seen his face, in many forms, but I know him and he is the deepest darkest secret of my life, among many secrets, as is the boy standing next to me, albeit, he is of the light. |
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My Prayer
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that's great, I was just reading something on energies and crystals, a cool bunch of articles on About.com on holistic healing and making a sacred space. Love that about.com, so much fun. grins Anyone for hot cocoa?
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Name 3 places
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Rivendale
Mirkwood Gandor ok, so LOTR is on my mind this morning, oh well, giggles |
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Strange Hours
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I'm kinda sad no one read this one,
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You said, "Walk with me."
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Wow.... Nice creative peice of writting poem Thank you, smiles You walked behind me tripping me as we went for kicks you chose to stay behind so you could watch where I was going and you told me I was the one who held the hand of the fate that you served so hot and so fresh with insults and rapture burning my soul but what you want isn't peace but something deep like a tigers eye you want to fly but your so deep and low sometimes I think you lost control of what you knew was right I don't want to be your project of rejection on sight and I don't think you know what the pain seems to know as well as you grow in the shadows of rezentful minds cause I held the twig and you burned it in my hand but what would a simple woman do If she couldn't read your thoughts as well as you read like the dead and fresh memories of yesterday and I don't want to be your little plaything and your so intent on focusing does it hurt does it live like ice does it penetrate your every hour your every vice, you could never play nice, and I smile just a bit at the thought as you stop and stare at me such greedy eyes you have like a mind sucker oh what a surprise, yet your ever so wise, crooked smile, crooked lips, crooked lies, you don't even leave me room to sigh you never had faith in me, it was only my tears you wanted to taste, a fragment of the woman I had become the woman you couldn't bare me to be now, I mean, why should I have it so 'easy' afterall, doesn't pathos have a meaning for you too afterall, lets say we dance here, twiging and twining little drops of blood dew on your insanity, your games, why not twist the sinew of your unforgiven heart, so we can finally catch it, right where you are, and so you attack, and the fear is the only thing that screams cause I don't live here where you can find me anymore Beware the one who walks with you, what a burden it is, to carry the vampire of despair and sorrow and regret upon your shoulders it isn't that he is never satisfied, its just that he will take you with him deep and deeper still if the taste of your sorrow, is more than he can live without, and more than you can let go.... |
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Strange Hours
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Strange Hours
I’m shaking the winter from my bones with unreserved feathers And a theory that takes me on wing To a place I can savor the sacred voice of the woman in me There is no ointment like ripe sunshine And there is no quenching the vulnerable yet thirsty mind Unless I can unlock the severed vacuous remnants of wasted moments And replace it with the smooth rebel of an uneven angel Unrestrained in a succulent fraction of life Let me sip the wet kiss from the lips of my soul To loosen my narrow grip on a suggestive existence, never mine Although I adore the whispering willow of my old winter within I must let the loner find her place among the multitude of seekers And so now I utter no unsettled freedom upon my winter mind There is only time to burn my candles and let the love warm me again For the morning comes slowly but sometimes not quietly As my portions of the day past are more than I can stomach And so I drink the ethereal night and the light of the stars And gain sustenance from the bone white moon And its marrow of secret reflecting dreams And as I speak here with the strange weight of yesteryear I find the day is just as intense as night Just as vexed and versed all at once With strange weights that will or will not suffice To kill the kernel of suffering still left in the broken heart Or the clock struck shockingly solid, and unmoving, and unyielding And yes, unkind, yet what is a mystery…without some haste To uncover the most valuable of clues we still have yet to find But not tonight and not tomorrow will I be frantic to dip back into sorrow I will observe the pathos but only sojourn here in the dark For I feel the sunrise approaching and my wings are restless tonight So grab yourself a dream and hold on tight As the savage sun creeps over the hills of houses The light of hope returns and the dove shall again fly Past the mirrors of misery and silent but weary hours spent in self reflection And into the hands of the Great Creator once again And with it I placed my crushed dreams of yesteryear And watched as the Great Creator let them sift through his hands Drifting away on a spring wind only to land on the ocean Which washes my troubles and makes me have to make the first choice For the beginning of a new hour and a new way to find peace From within as well as without, For I am not without a question And time is not without an answer Nica Bane 08/07 |
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You said, "Walk with me."
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You walked behind me
tripping me as we went for kicks you chose to stay behind so you could watch where I was going and you told me I was the one who held the hand of the fate that you served so hot and so fresh with insults and rapture burning my soul but what you want isn't peace but something deep like a tigers eye you want to fly but your so deep and low sometimes I think you lost control of what you knew was right I don't want to be your project of rejection on sight and I don't think you know what the pain seems to know as well as you grow in the shadows of rezentful minds cause I held the twig and you burned it in my hand but what would a simple woman do If she couldn't read your thoughts as well as you read like the dead and fresh memories of yesterday and I don't want to be your little plaything and your so intent on focusing does it hurt does it live like ice does it penetrate your every hour your every vice, you could never play nice, and I smile just a bit at the thought as you stop and stare at me such greedy eyes you have like a mind sucker oh what a surprise, yet your ever so wise, crooked smile, crooked lips, crooked lies, you don't even leave me room to sigh you never had faith in me, it was only my tears you wanted to taste, a fragment of the woman I had become the woman you couldn't bare me to be now, I mean, why should I have it so 'easy' afterall, doesn't pathos have a meaning for you too afterall, lets say we dance here, twiging and twining little drops of blood dew on your insanity, your games, why not twist the sinew of your unforgiven heart, so we can finally catch it, right where you are, and so you attack, and the fear is the only thing that screams cause I don't live here where you can find me anymore Beware the one who walks with you, what a burden it is, to carry the vampire of despair and sorrow and regret upon your shoulders it isn't that he is never satisfied, its just that he will take you with him deep and deeper still if the taste of your sorrow, is more than he can live without, and more than you can let go.... |
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Long Read... "A Journey"
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WOW! That was awesome! and i mean that too! I loved that! ok maybe I am making a big deal about it, but I call them like I see them, that was great. good job! I so related with this, very cool.
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Me.
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Well done. Ah man, the ever confused being, yet the most fascinating of all creatures on earth. smiles
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Jarlaxle
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Where are you getting your lyrics from, there is a song in particular I am listening to that I love and would like to post?
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Edited by
inkraven86
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Sat 11/15/08 01:35 AM
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[html<div width="240" height="220" align="center"><embed src="http://www.metrolyrics.com/scroller/heart.swf?lyricid=2449" quality="high" wmode="transparent" width="240" height="210" name="scroll" align="middle" allowScriptAccess="sameDomain" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" /><br /><a href="http://www.metrolyrics.com/trynna-finda-way-lyrics-nelly-furtado.html" title="Trynna Finda Way Lyrics">Trynna Finda Way Lyrics</a></embed></div>] I don't know how to post this picture with the lyrics running through it, grrrr
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Dim
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Let me say,,Nice words... Thank you, smiles |
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that no one has the right to take your happiness, you have a right to be happy and love who you are and that everyone has the power to be the person they want to be now. That being who you are is more important than being someone you are not.
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