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Joined: Nov 21 2007
my voice

I can`t say a word

my voice goes unheard

my vision is blurred

I can`t say a word

it will not be heard

why do i go unheard

why is my vision blurred

can you tell me what you heard

i promise i won`t say a word

my vision stay`s blurred

my voice stay`s unheard

Joined: Jul 29 2008
A birthday poem

Happy birthday to me! Happy birthday to me!
I should try to get laid tonight
It's been awhile, you see.

Joined: Nov 21 2007
Love the beutiful words

I know i hav`nt posted any poems in a while , my creative mind has been on work stuff , yea what a bummer .. I love all the beutiful words from all of you !! It is so nice to see how far this forum has come ..

Let the words flow
let your mind grow
and just let go

Hope everyone has a very happy, peacefull, healthy new year !! And thank you all !!

Joined: Mar 12 2008

I am
For God's evolution

I am
Waiting for the storm

I am
For evil to crumble

I am
Waiting for Love

Is sweetest to those
Who have known defeat

The plan will be complete
Till then
Love everyone
And make them your friend
In the end
It all comes down to Love

free idea's picture
Joined: Aug 11 2008
back to the beginning

i'm going back
back to the beginning now
back before plastic
scourged the land

back before sticky wrap
back before handi-wipes
back before candy crap
back to the beginning
i'm gonna start again
cause it looks like where
we're heading
is not where
i want it to end

so i'm going back
back to the beginning now
before there were cars
and sunglasses
and neckties
back before digital
back before analog
back to where we're
just banging sticks
on rocks
making music
however we please

i'm going back
don't try to find me now
back before numbers on a dial
back before hands on a face
back before time
back to the beginning now
i'm gonna start again
check my math and
compass readings
to make sure
this is the trail
i want to be on now

back before new school
back before new wave
back before new age
back to the beginning now
maybe i'll just
never leave at all

free idea's picture
Joined: Aug 11 2008
taking me back home

oh that really takes me back
to 1979 and i'm at a party
with john steinbeck jr
and he's talking abuot buddhamind
and all the ladies are
rubbing and stroking on ginsberg
and its a little nauseating
so i wander out the back door
onto a balcony and sit down
on some concrete steps
to bemoan the follies of
fickle fame when out stomps
kesey and he's on a rant
pacing back and forth
on this baclony like he was
the pope or the leading general
of some deranged country
talking about my tai chi
teachers in glowing terms
jane and bataan that guy
was something else push
him to the ground and he'd
pop right back up like some
punching balloon clown. ahhhh.
and you know the whole time
he's talking to me and about me
asking questions and not
listening to the answers
just using them as his
platform to launch,
and then he'd pace
back and forth on the balcony
before me on the concrete
talking in the rhythm
of his walking and
i just sat listening
holding my breath
not knowing
where it was going
yeah that really
takes me back

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Joined: Jun 5 2007
Jesus pulled pork sometimes a great notion for a free lunch

you can throw my shoes they crucify you barefoot
then Bar B Q and a movie on the shroud screen

Joined: Mar 12 2008
comes a time...

lyrics by Robert Hunter

Been walking all morning
Went walking all night
I can't see much difference
Between the dark and light
And I feel the wind
And I taste the rain
Never in my mind
To cause so much pain

From day to day
Just letting it ride
You get so far away
From how it feels inside
You can't let go
'Cause your afraid to fall
But the day may come
When you can't feel at all

Comes a time when the blind man takes your hand
Says "don't you see?'
Gotta make it somehow
On the dreams you still believe
Don't give it up
You got an empty cup
Only love can fill
Only love can fill

thanks for your help, it was fun

Good ol GD's picture
Joined: Feb 19 2008
The embers glowed softly,

The embers glowed softly, and in their dim light,
I gazed round the room and I cherished the sight.
My wife was asleep, her head on my chest,
My daughter beside me, angelic in rest.
Outside the snow fell, a blanket of white,
Transforming the yard to a winter delight.

The sparkling lights in the tree I believe,
Completed the magic that was Christmas Eve.
My eyelids were heavy, my breathing was deep,
Secure and surrounded by love I would sleep.
In perfect contentment, or so it would seem,
So I slumbered, perhaps I started to dream.

The sound wasn't loud, and it wasn't too near,
But I opened my eyes when it tickled my ear.
Perhaps just a cough, I didn't quite know, Then the
sure sound of footsteps outside in the snow.
My soul gave a tremble, I struggled to hear,
And I crept to the door just to see who was near.

Standing out in the cold and the dark of the night,
A lone figure stood, his face weary and tight.
A soldier, I puzzled, some twenty years old,
Perhaps a Marine, huddled here in the cold.
Alone in the dark, he looked up and smiled,
Standing watch over me, and my wife and my child.

"What are you doing?" I asked without fear,
"Come in this moment, it's freezing out here!
Put down your pack, brush the snow from your sleeve,
You should be at home on a cold Christmas Eve!"
For barely a moment I saw his eyes shift,
Away from the cold and the snow blown in drifts..

To the window that danced with a warm fire's light
Then he sighed and he said "Its really all right,
I'm out here by choice. I'm here every night."
"It's my duty to stand at the front of the line,
That separates you from the darkest of times.

No one had to ask or beg or implore me,
I'm proud to stand here like my fathers before me.
My Gramps died at ' Pearl on a day in December,"
Then he sighed, "That's a Christmas 'Gram always remembers."
My dad stood his watch in the jungles of ' Nam ',
And now it is my turn and so, here I am.

I've not seen my own son in more than a while,
But my wife sends me pictures, he's sure got her smile.
Then he bent and he carefully pulled from his bag,
The red, white, and blue... an American flag.
I can live through the cold and the being alone,
Away from my family, my house and my home.

I can stand at my post through the rain and the sleet,
I can sleep in a foxhole with little to eat.
I can carry the weight of killing another,
Or lay down my life with my sister and brother..
Who stand at the front against any and all,
To ensure for all time that this flag will not fall."

" So go back inside," he said, "harbor no fright,
Your family is waiting and I'll be all right."
"But isn't there something I can do, at the least,
"Give you money," I asked, "or prepare you a feast?
It seems all too little for all that you've done,
For being away from your wife and your son."

Then his eye welled a tear that held no regret,
"Just tell us you love us, and never forget.
To fight for our rights back at home while we're gone,
To stand your own watch, no matter how long.
For when we come home, either standing or dead,
To know you remember we fought and we bled.
Is payment enough, and with that we will trust,
That we mattered to you as you mattered to us."

JerseySchwartz's picture
Joined: Jun 5 2007
Citizen Forgive Fellow Citizen

Forgive them for all they're good at doesn't make money
Forgive them for they feel as someone else burden is heaviest
Forgive me for acting like I'll break voicing these chain dragging complaints
Forgive the squeaky complaint from the corner of the oil laden working day.

Citizen forgive those unable to embrace a most precious moment in life
Citizen forgive those in loss of compassion and patience waiting in line with unwarranted self importance
Citizen forgive those in the turning of the way went astray
Citizen forgive natural state of new money cruel as it is

Forgive Saudi Bush their attempt at constitutional disregard, voter fraud, lies and war profiteering
Forgive the opposition for offering only more oppression
Forgive the nationalist running on a war criminals' record
Forgive those who rival their belief systems construed with the image of their enemies mannerism

Citizen forgive them for giving up handling snakes for lent
Citizen forgive the tax stamped skull censorship in a sensory chip
Citizen forgive the Olive Garden for insulting the Nights of Columbus
Citizen forgive these dream filled eyes for believing too easily


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