Tag: arts
group name: insanepoet
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October 11, 2006 12:42 PM EDT --
Rodin carved your pensive reverie
A reflective moment etched in imagination
Eternally trapped in brooding repose
Questioning the Gods of reason
Your demise is nearing
Soon the figure head . . . more
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October 07, 2006 11:28 PM EDT --
Sun dancer wait for me
I'll stand atop a mountain
jump into the sky
Leap into your lighted soul
And leave the world behind.
Sun Dancer©2006jalyce
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September 15, 2006 07:44 AM EDT --
Listen to the breath of ageless wisdom,
coming from your elder's creased lips.
Feel the whispered strokes of love
from passion's partner in crime
Taste the nectar of the Gods
on your thirsty . . . more
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June 11, 2007 11:08 PM EDT --
Offered for critique, again:
Forgiveness
Each time he forgives
her manifold wickedness
he wounds her anew
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September 12, 2006 08:02 AM EDT --
Mother , it was you who loved me first.
I loved you to but I did not know you as well.
I would see you holding your beautiful baby.
At that time I did not understand it was he who saved me. . . . more
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September 10, 2006 02:08 PM EDT --
Somewhere in the world, true love has over come. With each second passing, they're closer to being one.
Little time is what she has left, each second she has with you; she'll have her . . . more
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April 27, 2007 02:08 AM EDT --
There's smart and then there's me. I'm smart--sort of.
I don't know the right thing to say at a party. I don't do social situations. I couldn't read a social cue to save my life, . . . more
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September 13, 2006 06:17 PM EDT --
He moistens his lips
Raises his brow
Masters the art
Of seducing the page
Sheds a tear for longing
Wipes his eyes with shame
Gently rubs his temples
Sacred ink stained pain
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November 26, 2006 10:04 AM EST --
There are many ways to carress clouds.
Every unique brush stroke made with artist's hand
Carresses clouds.
Meaning of course
Reaching toward the face of God.
Reverently.
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March 08, 2007 03:32 PM EST --
I am a blank piece of paper, ready to be made into a masterpiece.
Make me into something pure, something raw,
So that I can show the world my colors.
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September 18, 2006 11:34 AM EDT --
Why does music have such an impact on people's lives? Be it nostalgia, elation, or tears, songs have a major effect on our moods.
ME: My favorite musician is Mozart. He's unpredictable and a paradox . . . more
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November 03, 2006 08:55 AM EST --
Cursed cursor
Winking, taunting
A strobe light for the mind
Send me into synaptic seizures
Cursed cursor
Pulsing, probing
An ugly ill tempered muse
Waits impatiently to scurry along . . . more
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June 11, 2007 11:48 AM EDT --
Offered for critique:
Forgiveness
Each time I forgive
your manifold wickedness
you wound me again.
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January 12, 2007 04:26 PM EST --
Turquoise is the sea borne sheen
Orange is my mandarin
Grey are my faded flowers
Blue are my lonely hours
But multi-hued is our romance
As we do the rainbow dance
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April 09, 2007 03:54 PM EDT --
Pain is a part of life. Sometimes we fall down and don't want to get back up.
The pain from the fall is real, the cuts may run very deep.
You might not want to get up in the morning, at night . . . more
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September 17, 2006 06:58 AM EDT --
Dear Diary,
I crash into the iceberg
Oceans spill within my veins
A flood of thoughts pour forth
Salty tears; tides of insight
Snapshots of the ebb and flow
Immortalize these colored moments
Of angst, . . . more
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March 13, 2007 08:12 PM EDT --
To JFW http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.jsp?articleId=281474976930817
for his winged words and vibrant verse:
I praise
a spark
a flame
your name
your fame
will never fade
for carved in jade
with diamond's . . . more
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December 18, 2006 06:26 AM EST --
Shall we follow the light of the flame?
Shall we burn brightly till our time is gone?
Or shall we be smothered by self doubts.
The spirit is in us to believe in ourselves.
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September 13, 2006 02:29 PM EDT --
We have traveled through many stroms.We have hungerd and thrist. We have been rebron.I see you face to face when we meet at this holy place, Gather ! Our words . . . more
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November 04, 2006 11:04 AM EST --
Dedicated to : Cheyenne Brando
Oh sculpted beauty!
Chiseled out of marbled pain
Swirls of grey bruises
on supple white flesh
Like an ostrich in peril
your exquisite head in the sand, . . . more
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