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Not Of This World. . .
stripped to the basic weightless in my soul carried in your arms whispered love lips to lips enveloped by sweetest scent soft and fluid on our bodies water moves to music a lullaby of old floating as one heart to heart words can not explain there are none that I know to capture the rapture the reawakening ecstasy not of…
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Wizzards in the dark
The brightness of the sun is burning in my eyes I have to open them just to see inside. hiding in the shadows in the corners of my mind wizzards in the dark waiting for their time. A time to whisper things I can not hear only sounds of voices I can not understand that are waiting for me here. A time to lay in wait A time…
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New dance- tribute to Eddie and Every Mother Counts
This is a dance tribute to Eddie and Every Mother Counts. This song from his CD is so meaningful to me. This is a "pole dance" but not a traditional one at all, it is entirely g-rated (sorry guys). I hope you like it! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7lYNc9zP6aQ
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Split Banality
SPLIT BANALITY But I’m without you It’s clear you are blinded by the curfew of the clock Pressed from your thought Onto this ridiculous paper & ink That I refuse to read or rethink No you don't I’m depicted instead of interpreted as I truly existed The way I treated those surroundings I still pay for And then you leave me…
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As The Sun Sets Down On Me
I have to admit this before I post. When I was coming up with the title to this song, I was thinking I wanted to come up with a title that sounded like a U2 song. I know, I know. I ebb and flow with Bono and Co. The lyrics are about a man dying of a disease (cancer was in my head) talking to his child. Anyway, I have music…
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Underneath, all mixed up (together)
I don't want to hear about the end for I know something about bareness and truth the end comes when we all give up only when we drop the thinnest thread of hope and become passive under the rocks of despair I don't want to hear about the end! it's the recipe for swollen eyes and sleepless nights and empty mornings Oh oh,…
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Brand New Hot Valley Writers
The new issue is out today. Thanks again to all the PJ contributors. And the Fall 2012 issue of Hot Valley Writers will be an All Dog Issue. Submit fiction, non-fiction and poetry about and/or by your dog, past or present, and include an illustration. Any questions, please shoot me a PM.…
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Well
This is goodbye to my friends on the PPMA forum. Thank you all, for everything. Life has dealt some strange blows and, I am afraid I must be going away. I'm taking most of my words with me. I wish you all the best, and I thank you all for your inspiration! With love, Chip McAmerica
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ripped down tearing up
do you see this rip down torn out where there was what started out as what never would be half way going stop half way going up stop reverse backing suspended crashing the eyes you still use to tear the throat tears it's yours halved you break something something immediately is broken you break something there's another…
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Well
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Quick recipe
oh, the quickest soup we made. of wind-mine? wide mind, from a cloud and a storm from a windshield wiper born from a lightning splash torn?! some Cinnamon and barley rice some Parsley and Thyme sung rung what about Cilantro and Basil and Oregano all mixed? would you still be there?! would you still care? broaden and build…
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Stolen Love Note
May I adapt what Morriseey said of the New York Dolls to my feeling of Pearl Jam: "Some bands grab you and they never let you go and, no matter what they do, they can never let you down ... [Pearl Jam is] that for me." It gets old, It gets new, Mostly, it stays the same. Someplace to be. Not familiar, but the same, For…
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carnival
it was probably the candles that drained the flames but I swore that I heard clicking when kissing me you pulled me down ..more it was like I heard us clicking together, snapping in place, all along we always fit, but were just waiting, I thought, for the fitting loosely now all I hear is just all flapping and swishes in…
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bathtub
volumes of magic entrusted with you I see it spread so deeply with you surrounding it so dirt-like spread like magic and fit - like an elbow to a hand - just rightly imagination capable of capability imperceptible is this accomplished without us anyway?
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song sparrow (a collection of environmental poetry)
cry for everything that bleeds wet eyes dripping down faces rivers empty and dull not sharp nor alive any longer country roads no more each and every tree dying with no pure sky the rain has vanished dried up earth wait till we cry but we can't give earth her home back so we slaughter big cats tear down the timber wolves…
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The Intercessor
Gold and blue across the sky An interruption of doves in flight Swirling clouds that kiss the night Bring drops of heaven into sight. Gentle winds that wake the trees Blowing leafs across distant memories Moving time Moving emotion Filling minds with visions of oceans Holding time as still as the night Hiding love in plain…
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a child of consequence
I see it all a desert mural across the sky each leaf, each tree, each path unfold for me to try I hear all the songs repeat, replay again I sing each one in order to never reach the end I met with the ancients on sacred burning land they sent me back for this one trip my lone and final stand Now I know how it feels to fly…
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Ghost
Some days I feel like a ghost hanging around after death on the street in a store just walking around floating by unnoticed perhaps felt as a slight tingle or two perhaps caught out of the corner of an eye but not really there not really solid anymore it's an odd feeling, to be alive and still the same spirit but, older…
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Natural Songs
Some evenings it's orange and pink and red shades and hotness or moisture in the air, with the cicadas filling the space a background to the ringing in one's ears if that's really ringing and not the electricity of a God is there a God? is there an Out There in space that's too far off to be known? some evenings in the…
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When in Doubt
3-D as sound if you let it between your fingers if you wore it pouring lifting and sweeping dancing and raining swimming solid as it shook back purple and pink were liquid blues that you wore on your hips the back of your head to the front of your eyes played you like chimes now is part of you