Monday Aug 21, 2006

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the sun sparkles
like a cat
on the floor
to the corner
of my eye.
that is what
i thought
having years
spent in
their
company.
there are
no more
cats,
only the sun
at this time
of day
moving
like something
alive
something
i could pet
and let
out the door.
billyfivecrows:
(Each morning
The flaming

Fur

Returns. No,

Not burned, little
Pet, big

Star. Did

You roam
Far? Around the world

In a day

You say?)

fred:

Sunday Aug 20, 2006

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the lines drawn in the sand,
that boundry,
have been erased
by the wind.
it could be that simple.
it could be that hard.
drpirate:
ARRR!!! Sometimes the wind does not erase the drawings but meerly moves them to another location so others can see wink kiss kiss ARRR!!!

Sunday Aug 20, 2006

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you don't do
much for me,
do you,
old girl?
but i keep coming back.
bringing what i brought
which is now stale.
(you are tired,
and i am becoming
more so.)

we have nothing
to talk about.

i can't drink your tea
anymore
can't sit in your seat
anymore
and it is too bad
it makes me sad.
(i'm sorry)
y:
Oi! Did you catch the comment I just left?
y:
Exactly wink

Friday Aug 18, 2006

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(playing the devil card)

newly wrapped in
that moon,
i wanted to bend
i wanted to droop
become full of water,
sad but content.
it didn't happen
that way.
my face of peace,
that virgin,
didn't stay.
sometimes intentions
are not
enough.
i danced
for him.
i needed not
the normal
trappings -
the whips
or the chains.
(there were
none there
anyway
i looked.)...
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drpirate:
ARRR!!! You are most welcome, A sweet rollercoaster ride ARRR!!!
y:
You're welcome! Funnily enough, you know what? When I saw those pics of you and the family on your beau's page, the first thing I was reminded of was that video, or, specifically, the part with Kristin and her son. Strange, eh? Maybe a combination of me knowing you liked Kristin and the fact that your boy and hers are both blondes. *shrug*

You should do a search for Kristin on Youtube when you have time - there's all sorts of goodies on there. Search for Throwing Muses, as well (I'm assuming you like them?)

Love the poem to bits.

Friday Aug 18, 2006

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i am attached to the ring.
i know that now.
in the dream
she wanted it
and i let her wear it.
it was too loose for her finger
it slipped around.
seeing it there
pissed me off.
who is this stranger?
and why does she matter more than me?
(i didn't want her to have it. no, not really)
time left.
time went.
and...
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y:
This is one of my favourites. I've still got it on tape from when I recorded it off tv in 94 (circa):


drpirate:
ARRR!!! As they say if you love something set it free and if it's ment to be it'll come back... kiss ARRR!!!

Thursday Aug 17, 2006

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he said
but
here she is
turning away from me.
i can't even see her face!
and she said
but i turned to myself
and there
i could see you more clearly.
(have you heard this
before? is it true?)
drpirate:
ARRR!!! I never heard it before but it sounds true to me! ARRR!!!
y:
I saw the rest wink



Not that that gives me any insight into what on earth you're talking about biggrin

Thursday Aug 17, 2006

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sometimes i wish
i had more
and
that pit
grows.
it has the mind
of a small child.
it wants me
to hold it
and show it
around.
add its burden,
that scream
(it never asks nicely,
never plays by the rules.)
taking me
(do i let it?)
sometimes
i want to try
and give it
everything
i can
and that
is always
too much.

Tuesday Aug 15, 2006

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i keep her
in the small room.
door shut
blinds closed (only now she is opening them)
windows
locked
tight.
i bring her food
to keep her there.
toys
candy.
but
it seems
she is growing bored.
i no longer know
what she needs.
i have no way
of knowing.
what is it she could need?
i bring her toys,
candy,
a steady
paycheck.
will...
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catdad:
So you were in Portland then? Living or visiting? That was when J and I had started dating. Would have been our sixth date. She stood me up, so I went by myself.
y:
Toys and candy.

Desire cannot be sated. Better to discipline it.

Happy daytime to you smile

Sunday Aug 13, 2006

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my lady,
i have poisoned you.
it has not been
concious,
not all of
the violence
i do.
but you know
me.
you know this.
i try to get through it
denying how
you have taken
my hand
given me shelter.
i writhe and i wiggle
as if
i don't have a choice
in my suffering.
but i remember
in chosen moments
to remember
all...
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y:


fred:

I like your poems.

Hey, I sent a reply.

Sunday Aug 13, 2006

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after the coffee hits
and the engine moves its gears quicker,
i pour over
what i have written you.
inspecting it, feeling it
until i send it away,
until i close that window.
i am in the present moment
again.
empty with no food.
bright eyed,
bushy tailed.
vervain______:
they haven't been anywhere,
but i haven't either.
talked to that angel
and then
another one.
(seems they can get to me
now.)
what have i given
or taken
to have this?
what gold
what silver
how much
did i forget myself
on account
of your
emptiness?
(and what did that do
what ripple did that cause?)
i will ask
as if i don't know.
(it is vulnerablility
or foolishness
to keep that
speed
and exit
for the past.)

Saturday Aug 12, 2006

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5 hours away and
5 hours seperated
what life is this?

this cat in me
finding the sun
to sleep in
to strech wide in,
belly exposed.
billyfivecrows:
The brief
Appearance of
A cloud only
Causes
A
Sigh. Sleep

Kitten, do not

Cry.

catdad:
They only smell when they're dead. And they're bodies (not including the legs) are smaller around than a quarter. Little crabs.

Wednesday Aug 09, 2006

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you know what your problem is?
you like the fight.
find humor in it.
get caught up
while he
perfects his skill,
his aim with the letters.
the other
stares at a fish
fascinated
ungrounded
beautiful.
the two balance on a stick
that an angel holds.
one is about to fall
a great distance.
look to your past
and the trees there,
the flowers,
the...
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catdad:
I like that one.
huck:
i like this a lot. nice to see you writing what appears to be "fiction" - although i do love your personal pieces. this one flashes images into my mind; i feel like i'm watching a projection.

i like Billy's Hours comparison, too, though i must admit i had mixed reactions to the film. i should probably read the novel...
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