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Post by themirrorthief on Aug 4, 2018 22:23:15 GMT -5
I kiss the wind to feel alive I sail the grass so I can move through this world and all its pain I want to be me and never ashamed freedom is a word but you need that sensation even a little wards away frustration time marches on and then we're gone but today is a diamond and yesterday is dust keep kissing the wind it will come again and again keep the promises to yourself and make the world your queen
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Post by themirrorthief on Aug 6, 2018 5:07:51 GMT -5
late one night while hunting deep in the wood I met a young girl looking like a girl should her hair was bright and her eyes so green I knew at once she was the fairy queen she sang to me and she sang so good the melody so sweet there in the wood she took my hand and then I understood and we made love right there in the wood
so tell my poor wife that I'll never be home I've lost myself and shes all alone
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Post by themirrorthief on Aug 6, 2018 15:38:04 GMT -5
sorry if I posted this before? its one of my favs
the sky is falling today but in a beautiful way it blazes into my eyes purifying dark places inner traces of the things that you feel but don't really want to you know when the thunder is loud the rain comes cool and cleansing like a long song about Jesus when he was a man holding my hand nobody can ask you where you are going when you are already gone in a way that strange way that cant be explained when you sleep and dreams come to haunt you and torture that little child that you are inside the pictures so bright and vague they teach you that something bigger is just outside the window pressing against the back of your eyeballs and leaves them bleeding say say say flogging things bringing pain before the rain that washes your soul and frees your creative captives they run and scream jump and fling themselves against the world and its deep oceans and vast deserts of broken hearts
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Post by themirrorthief on Aug 18, 2018 23:33:41 GMT -5
the mist so still it cloaks the land quiet and patient it creeps and flows like a ghostly river sitting heavy on the lakes and filling the soul with dread and dreams creating more unseen like a wraith it descends wavers and bends whispering and moaning yet silent when blackest night comes the moon it does not fear and it blocks the very heavens with its drooling sneer yet I must wander on no rest for me here the mist pushes and prods me "Onward, onward..." always it forces and determines my dark courses
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Post by themirrorthief on Aug 18, 2018 23:35:10 GMT -5
OMG...I amaze myself again!!!! and Im very modest too
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Post by themirrorthief on Aug 27, 2018 10:36:18 GMT -5
life is so strange so mysterious and impenetrable what can it all mean? why am I still here? what did I do where was the source of my salvation and my inspiration it must be God or something equally great and unknown for I often flounder wish and despair to much to fathom to much to reason through but now and then I float to the top and continue to paddle furiously until the day is finally done for good and forever
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Post by themirrorthief on Aug 29, 2018 8:23:34 GMT -5
today is so very new and shiny it scares me anyhow got to be cautious its a jungle out there in here too proceed with care no telling what might happen or what I might do Im a krazy dude dont march to the drum cant find my direction Im always surrounded by mist cant think like the rest cant fit in with the best but we will see what happens its so bright shiny and new out there and its scary
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Post by themirrorthief on Sept 5, 2018 21:50:56 GMT -5
Im spinning like an insane clown my madness all around my mind my face my frown let me down so far down but life is a ride and love is a crime one I want to commit till the end of time and beyond where the mermaids lie and swim their fins so fine I love their kind when I melt like hot cheese my soul so hot it bleeds like Christ on the Cross my face crammed in the moss with hawks flying above and battling for the baby squirrels its mother natures way we are all made from the clay and we point to the light always carrying us to our delight and often our nights leave us disturbed tossing in fright but tomorrow we rise and shut our ears to the ocean of tears the children shed as they cry
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Post by themirrorthief on Sept 5, 2018 21:52:56 GMT -5
havent done one of those in a long time, hope it helps
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Post by themirrorthief on Sept 11, 2018 8:12:04 GMT -5
satan watches Harry potter movies JK Rowling told me so or was it another anonymous source close to the president hard to say these days these lazy cooling off days with Hurricanes on the way God is mad I suppose I didnt anger him or her so who did? so back to JK Rowling and Harry Peter I mean Potter lets drown the witch in water now there is an idea straight from me your humble seer but its getting late I need a nap and a long one sorry you had to read this sorry I had to bleed this but tomorrow is another day if I can get through this one maybe I will just sit it out stew in my doubts figure out what its all about
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Post by themirrorthief on Sept 13, 2018 12:14:30 GMT -5
my dreams are beautiful and sad set against a pristine sky with roses floating up to meet the sun very pretty, very red roses my visions last for only moments then they explode into reality where everything turns dark and amber making me a little sad maybe even bitter and mostly lonely my friends are few and far between I can barely feel their warmth I know that women love money and love to be close to it same for men I suppose and I adore it too but what the hell I can still have those moments when everything shines blinds me with brilliance and washes me makes me fresh stills my fears so sweet it appears and thus I continue always hoping for the new and exciting days when happiness overwhelms me and the dark stays away so very damned far away
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Post by themirrorthief on Sept 13, 2018 12:16:41 GMT -5
for me, that was a pretty good one
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Post by themirrorthief on Sept 15, 2018 8:32:43 GMT -5
today a pristine wind brought divine rain to cool my burning heart and brain still my twisting and mad turning I dreamed and prayed of smooth skinned women and their eyes that transfix me and blind me to reality and the cold as I sail on an ocean of confusion and broken souls we carry forth into a kind of darkness sadness really as we wander lost through this maze someone named life better to be senseless and lose yourself in a nightmare of nothing you will be afraid regardless of your plans which never work out just wait for the pristine wind and the cooling rain and flee back into yourself and wallow in your creative madness
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Post by themirrorthief on Sept 15, 2018 8:34:29 GMT -5
im ensnared on the word pristine...I could think for ages on what that word means
whew, I just realized that I have posted a lot of poems in this thread...I am a bard!!!!! and incredibly modest too
my poems may suck but I can grind them out cant I
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Post by themirrorthief on Sept 19, 2018 9:34:21 GMT -5
when one is soothed things become clearer fear retreats plans are laid dreams are made real no panic or fretting no gnashing of teeth searching of beliefs just mellow anticipation and quite a bit of sweet inspiration now I can soldier on move forward even daydream a little the world is fresher easily comes pleasure and the nightmares drift behind pretty clouds when one is soothed and the road appears appealing and smooth
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