November 2011
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when once was my love something more
and having my respect meant more
when my heart meant the most to own
when your soul touched me deep inside
and I could see the warmth we brought
to each and everything we shared
despite the truth of what could not
and special was what I had thought…
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(not in the moment, now)
defense, defense as offensive
bely, bely the praise and fences
don’t tell the why to cut the losses
to reason it no matter what the cost is…
when tensions are too thick
intentions slip beneath the rip
and take it out to make it loud
then hurry back to put it in
and slide yourself into the crowd
your shining face below the grace and elegance so well placed there…
(but I...
October 2011
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Right
A friend of mine on FB (who I have never actually met) just posted this as a status update:
“If excpectations of kindness and simple consideration infringe on your freedom…ya just might be more of a douchebag than a free spirit.
As another friend said: “Brilliant.”
And I agree.
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mimikova replied to your post: Haiku (for today)
how old are your children?
Nine and six. Daughter and son, respectively. : )
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Haiku (for today)
grateful for M&Ms
warm friends, long laughs, two kids, and
people who love me
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TGIM?
No. Not really. It’s cold today, and doesn’t really feel like Halloween, but it is. I guess maybe the sudden winter weather has put a chill, so to speak, on the usual feeling of happy that goes with Halloween. Or maybe it’s some of the other things that have brought that chill. Whatever it is, trying with humor and my Maleficent hat, I spin this day and know that by the time I...
Some Halloween songs for consideration... →
…in addition to some of the more traditional, usual and familiar ones people (including myself) have posted, or played recently.
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sashastergiou:
“Yes, yes,” said the Beast, “my heart is good, but still I am a monster.” “Among mankind,” says Beauty, “there are many that deserve that name more than you, and I prefer you, just as you are, to those, who, under a human form, hide a treacherous, corrupt, and ungrateful heart.”
Jeanne-Marie...
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Haiku (waking up on a snowy morning)
old familiar way
the snow outside, lazy day
coffee in my hand
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The Funny 50: A Cavalcade of Comic Writers →
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*It's snowing in October, btw
bounce me, up to stars above and take from me the pieces left
abandon
relinquish
believe
beyond the wildest dreams
see me in
and count on all the please
there is
(there is) so much in me…
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(like a record, baby)
in orange leaves the fading thoughts,
in bluest skies today, I hold the back of us we both can see
as fading into history,
while softened background music plays some old familiar melodies,
the cut of rugs we left in places imagined in the silent counting of the moments,
fragments of which caught on fingers as we dreamed…
and I in time did see the best and worst like silhouettes of...
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though not uncommon lately,
I am stuck. Blocked, second-guessing, wanting to be quiet in this time but cannot, and so I keep trying, but don’t like much of what I am writing. Maybe time to turn back to the piano or guitar and strum, pluck, plink, and play my way to words that dance inside me, waiting for ways to tell a story.
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I perch upon a pause in time,
unplug from life to find my mind
and drift amidst the thoughts uncluttered,
erase the lines that blur and bind,
put off the bluish grey and tired,
take only what is now inspired
in calm and deep and rolled inside me
an endless swath of warm and gently
velvet touch of crush, and roughly
tumultuous of come and find me
a leaving off for what I can be…
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(joy) to build and carry
bit by bit
the peace and octaves
(life to fit)
and fill the way
and find the place
the sweet, the sunlight
joy
to taste
sweetwitchy asked: No, Music, thou art not the 'food of Love.'Unless Love feeds upon its own sweet self,Till it becomes all Music murmurs of. (Percy Bysshe Shelley )...¸.•♥•.¸¸.•♥•
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There are
only so many times you can reach out to someone, no matter how much you miss them—even if they stepped on your heart. No matter that you feel the connection that was there was timeless, and you have tried to overlook the thoughtless and cruel. And after so many times, in anger and in love and in fellowship, no matter how much your heart turns full, or to...
“Our relationship is like an addiction, it’s like Vindaloo curry. It’s hot,...”
– (via shesaflightrisk)
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to fill a cup
to overflow, with words and thoughts and eyes that know,
soft voices, laughter, skin so close
the sweet familiar light of touch
and nuance, cadence, pitch and glance
as words delicious slide and dance dissolving distances
as though the wall becomes a bridge for two
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“When you give someone your whole heart and he doesn’t want it, you cannot take...”
– Sylvia Plath (via misterchu)
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Also, on a completely different note:
You know you’ve fallen back into late-out-the-door habits when—on the way to the car—you grab the jar of peanut butter, an apple, a banana, and a sharp knife, and call it breakfast (she said, jar open, apple in pieces, banana eaten, smacking her lips).
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In class warfare,
we hope for reasonable solutions, strive to find a common understanding, hope oppression and double-standards fall off to reveal the compassion and vision of a world all for one and one for all. We hope, as we do with so many other things founded in our hearts, tattooed like a code, embedded in our souls…
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rubberrings replied to your post: And so,
buenas noches :)
Thanks Cyn. Didn’t turn out to be such. Both kids got into bed with me, fought over the comforter, flailed, and kept me up most of the night. That’s okay, it gave me more time to have the Sneaker Pimps, Six Underground playing on the tape loop of my mind. (I liked the picture you posted, but now I gotta hear that song! Have...
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And so,
I bid you all adieu (and not to jump in with the automatic Sound Of Music lyric that pops into my mind) and wish everyone sweet and peaceful dreams and full nights of all good things. And as for me I shall go read, and rest, to wake and do my very best…
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(take comfort in)
these things that fill and take and spill themselves again to find release,
the knock it down to pick it up and smack the backs of those who leave
and wandering round, congratulating selves and others, job well done
but really when you sit alone inside your skin, what have you won?
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mimikova replied to your post: mimikova replied to your post: Thoughts, i agree,…
i agree that small business is important. but who will be the judge of how large ones business is allowed to grow. punishing for success seems wrong. it’s true that money can buy power. but that is just as true of corrupt unions as it is corporations
I don’t see it as punishing for success so much as I...
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