Passion and Rapture
Two words
That could rip the world in two
When did they decide God lives in a word?
Why can truth only be read
Not felt?
An intimate voice
In somebody's head
Like a whisper in the ear
Telling us 'jump, jump jump'
'Stop, Go, Slow'
But what's that we really hear
us readers?
Why so strong?
A pull away from what we trusted
What we knew
What we knew to be true
Books change earth
Change everything
And so we dissect endlessly
But whose is that voice?
(You know I've never had a real argument where
'I've changed my mind')
But a solitary beach, pages turning
blowing in the breeze
Revelations come
Ideas cease to freeze
And something speaks
- 'Ah, I see'
I feel a stirring deep in me
(Intimacy?)
The Passion,
A Rapture
Can someone not write us
A kinder sequel?
Cancel my subscription to the Ressurection
Send my credentials to the house of detention
this also 1937 Visions of Eternity
perhaps it inspires you?[/quote]
Is there no one else here?
It’s so quiet here
I cannot hear me
Is this the end?
Am I awake?
Was I asleep?
It’s too quiet here
I cannot feel me
Shh…
What’s that?
I hear it
It’s near me
I hear leaves falling
I see fallen
Parts of me
I do not hear me breathe
I can see through me
Where’s my heart
This place is too vast
Shh… quiet… I hear thoughts
Is there anyone here?
Can you see me?
I’m too high
Can you save me?
Where are you?
I have no voice
I cannot scream
Who are you?
What’s happening to me?
I have no face
I am not me
Look!
There I am
That is me
And you
You are the sky
You're above the earth
You are the earth
You're beneath the sky
I see peace
Where the sky meets the earth
I see me
I see no hurt
This is not the end
This is eternity
I have no fear
I am now at peace
Is there no one else here?
It’s so quiet here
I cannot hear me
Is this the end?
Am I awake?
Was I asleep?
It’s too quiet here
I cannot feel me
Shh…
What’s that?
I hear it
It’s near me
I hear leaves falling
I see fallen
Parts of me
I do not hear me breathe
I can see through me
Where’s my heart
This place is too vast
Shh… quiet… I hear thoughts
Is there anyone here?
Can you see me?
I’m too high
Can you save me?
Where are you?
I have no voice
I cannot scream
Who are you?
What’s happening to me?
I have no face
I am not me
Look!
There I am
That is me
And you
You are the sky
You're above the earth
You are the earth
You're beneath the sky
I see peace
Where the sky meets the earth
I see me
I see no hurt
This is not the end
This is eternity
I have no fear
I am now at peace
This is truly beautiful.
Thanks
Cancel my subscription to the Ressurection
Send my credentials to the house of detention
this also 1937 Visions of Eternity
perhaps it inspires you?
Is there no one else here?
It’s so quiet here
I cannot hear me
Is this the end?
Am I awake?
Was I asleep?
It’s too quiet here
I cannot feel me
Shh…
What’s that?
I hear it
It’s near me
I hear leaves falling
I see fallen
Parts of me
I do not hear me breathe
I can see through me
Where’s my heart
This place is too vast
Shh… quiet… I hear thoughts
Is there anyone here?
Can you see me?
I’m too high
Can you save me?
Where are you?
I have no voice
I cannot scream
Who are you?
What’s happening to me?
I have no face
I am not me
Look!
There I am
That is me
And you
You are the sky
You're above the earth
You are the earth
You're beneath the sky
I see peace
Where the sky meets the earth
I see me
I see no hurt
This is not the end
This is eternity
I have no fear
I am now at peace
just beautiful...your words are more touching than you could know
i can only say honestly now your laughter can be heard upon my lips each time as i fall asleep...
this also 1937 Visions of Eternity
perhaps it inspires you?
Is there no one else here?
It’s so quiet here
I cannot hear me
Is this the end?
Am I awake?
Was I asleep?
It’s too quiet here
I cannot feel me
Shh…
What’s that?
I hear it
It’s near me
I hear leaves falling
I see fallen
Parts of me
I do not hear me breathe
I can see through me
Where’s my heart
This place is too vast
Shh… quiet… I hear thoughts
Is there anyone here?
Can you see me?
I’m too high
Can you save me?
Where are you?
I have no voice
I cannot scream
Who are you?
What’s happening to me?
I have no face
I am not me
Look!
There I am
That is me
And you
You are the sky
You're above the earth
You are the earth
You're beneath the sky
I see peace
Where the sky meets the earth
I see me
I see no hurt
This is not the end
This is eternity
I have no fear
I am now at peace[/quote]
What can I say -- I am completely speachless with this one..... my senses have been filled. Thank you
I like the word - Passion - there is a inner passion. Not crazy....
that is just how I feel. Lucky to all of you who have a creative writing passion. Thank you.
I taught my kids to feel good about themselves and their feelings even when they are overwhelming. If anyone says they are a geek, like my Two Geeks thing I wrote, that that is a very good thing because that just means they are passionate about something. Never be ashamed of that. Same if they think they are"crazy" its just a passion, feeling very strongly and working it out in your head, finding who you are.
Maybe PASSION would be a good trigger word to write about. any takers?
may i?
she struggles to it let show
les it be manipulated
mangled further by one more
egocentrical fool
that thinks her passionate
true loving spirit
belongs to him
beg, borrow or steal
but she won't be held back
kept from letting her smile shine
her silliness fuels her
others laughter ignites her
to dance to such music
for it is in her.
and can't be turn off
beg, borrow or steel.
I love how you show us the interaction between people and how another can take claim for what is purely within us, like the passion we own, the passion that is us.
My favorite line, " others laughter ignites her" that is, in essence, the passion for others, beautifully stated in 4 words,just lovely. I love your message here thank you for your insight and creation
Passion and Rapture
Two words
That could rip the world in two
When did they decide God lives in a word?
Why can truth only be read
Not felt?
An intimate voice
In somebody's head
Like a whisper in the ear
Telling us 'jump, jump jump'
'Stop, Go, Slow'
But what's that we really hear
us readers?
Why so strong?
A pull away from what we trusted
What we knew
What we knew to be true
Books change earth
Change everything
And so we dissect endlessly
But whose is that voice?
(You know I've never had a real argument where
'I've changed my mind')
But a solitary beach, pages turning
blowing in the breeze
Revelations come
Ideas cease to freeze
And something speaks
- 'Ah, I see'
I feel a stirring deep in me
(Intimacy?)
The Passion,
A Rapture
Can someone not write us
A kinder sequel?
This is amazing, you have captured a life or mind ruled by passion, yet questioned because of the world around us. Trusting ourselves is the hardest thing we learn here in this life and your words capture that struggle. Your imagery of the concrete, that which is known,
the imagery of books, the written word is so very creative and gets your point across beautifully.
"But a solitary beach, pages turning
blowing in the breeze
Revelations come
Ideas cease to freeze
And something speaks"
wonderful and for me that describes passion!
thanks for this
this also 1937 Visions of Eternity
perhaps it inspires you?
Is there no one else here?
It’s so quiet here
I cannot hear me
Is this the end?
Am I awake?
Was I asleep?
It’s too quiet here
I cannot feel me
Shh…
What’s that?
I hear it
It’s near me
I hear leaves falling
I see fallen
Parts of me
I do not hear me breathe
I can see through me
Where’s my heart
This place is too vast
Shh… quiet… I hear thoughts
Is there anyone here?
Can you see me?
I’m too high
Can you save me?
Where are you?
I have no voice
I cannot scream
Who are you?
What’s happening to me?
I have no face
I am not me
Look!
There I am
That is me
And you
You are the sky
You're above the earth
You are the earth
You're beneath the sky
I see peace
Where the sky meets the earth
I see me
I see no hurt
This is not the end
This is eternity
I have no fear
I am now at peace[/quote
You take the reader to the end and beyond don't you? "To conquer death all we must do is die" but for every one of us that is our greatest fear.
Well, you scared me! I felt the fear in your words, I felt the loss of myself as I knew me. And then I was there, apart of the universe apart of forever, filled with inner peace. A truly happy ending
The artist, Salvador Dali, would be touched by your words and how you captured the essence of his painting.
Bravo to you and thank you so much for writing! And turning me on to Salvador Dali I had no idea who did that painting and now I have many paintings to get lost in and find myself in
I thought this over for awhile and we have spoke of this before
when you tell me this I get the feeling your creativity is almost a separate entity,
driven. I think crazy is relative, we are all crazy to some degree, it is the passion in us.
uncontrollable passion.
it can only be that.
nothing else would explain it.
when something is so deeply powerful it creates a passion inside where beautiful madness reigns
nothing else can ever fill it
this energy remains hungry for all eternity.
then you are artistic.
or maybe i am bullshit
and have no idea
what i am talking about.
:crazy:
I'm not sure I own artistic passion, my thoughts lie only in true love.
It is what I trust.
I have never trusted my creativity, not believing it there
until I was on the other side of it,
seeing it finished on the wall.
Perhaps, to be a great writer one must trust in themselves
in the force they command.
In Trust that is earned.
you write beautifully maybe you will just share a thought with us then something another can use to inspire them
thank you but im too fucked up right now to be inspiration for anyone.
maybe not to those who are feeling as you, inspiration comes from what we relate to
you never know who you will touch and how it will help them and in turn help you
you write beautifully maybe you will just share a thought with us then something another can use to inspire them
thank you but im too fucked up right now to be inspiration for anyone.
maybe not to those who are feeling as you, inspiration comes from what we relate to
you never know who you will touch and how it will help them and in turn help you
words will not help me. im tired of words. and as a writer i find that an incredible statement.. to make. to read. to think. and to say.
hear my name
take a good look
this could be the day
hold my hand
lie beside me
i just need to say
thank you but im too fucked up right now to be inspiration for anyone.
maybe not to those who are feeling as you, inspiration comes from what we relate to
you never know who you will touch and how it will help them and in turn help you
words will not help me. im tired of words. and as a writer i find that an incredible statement.. to make. to read. to think. and to say.
it will probably be words though that will cure you in time,
you are weary, I am sorry.
The only cure for weary is rest and pleasure. Can you find both?
maybe not to those who are feeling as you, inspiration comes from what we relate to
you never know who you will touch and how it will help them and in turn help you
words will not help me. im tired of words. and as a writer i find that an incredible statement.. to make. to read. to think. and to say.
it will probably be words though that will cure you in time,
you are weary, I am sorry.
The only cure for weary is rest and pleasure. Can you find both?
no it wont be words that cure me. only actions will work.
the only rest that will work is if my brain stops thinking, my soul stops aching and my life leaves my body.
yes yes of course thats terribly dramatic and probably self absorbed but im a writer and its the truth.
hear my name
take a good look
this could be the day
hold my hand
lie beside me
i just need to say
words will not help me. im tired of words. and as a writer i find that an incredible statement.. to make. to read. to think. and to say.
it will probably be words though that will cure you in time,
you are weary, I am sorry.
The only cure for weary is rest and pleasure. Can you find both?
no it wont be words that cure me. only actions will work.
the only rest that will work is if my brain stops thinking, my soul stops aching and my life leaves my body.
yes yes of course thats terribly dramatic and probably self absorbed but im a writer and its the truth.
you are honest that standing alone is beautiful, you are in touch with your spirit, you could be invaluable to someone
it will probably be words though that will cure you in time,
you are weary, I am sorry.
The only cure for weary is rest and pleasure. Can you find both?
no it wont be words that cure me. only actions will work.
the only rest that will work is if my brain stops thinking, my soul stops aching and my life leaves my body.
yes yes of course thats terribly dramatic and probably self absorbed but im a writer and its the truth.
you are honest that standing alone is beautiful, you are in touch with your spirit, you could be invaluable to someone
well i know that but....
.. i dont want to stand alone. it is not beautiful and i know who i want standing by my side but...
.. as strong as i am i have my kryptonite. and i hate it.
hear my name
take a good look
this could be the day
hold my hand
lie beside me
i just need to say
--living under the assumption that there will be a tomorrow
--starting your car and putting it in drive
--knowing that bad things lead to good things
--being yourself even with a thousand eyes on you
--getting a prescription filled without asking any questions
--stepping up to bat
--assuming that your phone call out will be happily received
--getting on an airplane with the knowledge that the pilot does want his paycheck
--hitting the submit button
--Trust should be inherent, not earned (but certainly can be unearned)
good list, I get the submit button for sure like a lot of us here
but must have been my childhood cause for me trust is earned, it's a flaw on my part.
Earned within myself to trust myself, with experience and mistakes made this is coming along,
and in others.... its a 'time will tell'.
Getting hurt and finding dishonesty in those in the role of "inherent trust" can do that to a person.
Some quick creativity indeed!
Yes, actions - the action of bringing someone in need hot pizza. Trust me, I've tested this to destruction. I didn't recognise your face, I didn't know your words, I knew not if you were still my brother - I still felt good when you brought me hot pizza. In those times....
Cancel my subscription to the Ressurection
Send my credentials to the house of detention
Comments
Two words
That could rip the world in two
When did they decide God lives in a word?
Why can truth only be read
Not felt?
An intimate voice
In somebody's head
Like a whisper in the ear
Telling us 'jump, jump jump'
'Stop, Go, Slow'
But what's that we really hear
us readers?
Why so strong?
A pull away from what we trusted
What we knew
What we knew to be true
Books change earth
Change everything
And so we dissect endlessly
But whose is that voice?
(You know I've never had a real argument where
'I've changed my mind')
But a solitary beach, pages turning
blowing in the breeze
Revelations come
Ideas cease to freeze
And something speaks
- 'Ah, I see'
I feel a stirring deep in me
(Intimacy?)
The Passion,
A Rapture
Can someone not write us
A kinder sequel?
Send my credentials to the house of detention
this also 1937 Visions of Eternity
perhaps it inspires you?[/quote]
Is there no one else here?
It’s so quiet here
I cannot hear me
Is this the end?
Am I awake?
Was I asleep?
It’s too quiet here
I cannot feel me
Shh…
What’s that?
I hear it
It’s near me
I hear leaves falling
I see fallen
Parts of me
I do not hear me breathe
I can see through me
Where’s my heart
This place is too vast
Shh… quiet… I hear thoughts
Is there anyone here?
Can you see me?
I’m too high
Can you save me?
Where are you?
I have no voice
I cannot scream
Who are you?
What’s happening to me?
I have no face
I am not me
Look!
There I am
That is me
And you
You are the sky
You're above the earth
You are the earth
You're beneath the sky
I see peace
Where the sky meets the earth
I see me
I see no hurt
This is not the end
This is eternity
I have no fear
I am now at peace
This is truly beautiful.
Thanks
Send my credentials to the house of detention
just beautiful...your words are more touching than you could know
i can only say honestly now your laughter can be heard upon my lips each time as i fall asleep...
thank you...r.i.p.
angels share laughter
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Is there no one else here?
It’s so quiet here
I cannot hear me
Is this the end?
Am I awake?
Was I asleep?
It’s too quiet here
I cannot feel me
Shh…
What’s that?
I hear it
It’s near me
I hear leaves falling
I see fallen
Parts of me
I do not hear me breathe
I can see through me
Where’s my heart
This place is too vast
Shh… quiet… I hear thoughts
Is there anyone here?
Can you see me?
I’m too high
Can you save me?
Where are you?
I have no voice
I cannot scream
Who are you?
What’s happening to me?
I have no face
I am not me
Look!
There I am
That is me
And you
You are the sky
You're above the earth
You are the earth
You're beneath the sky
I see peace
Where the sky meets the earth
I see me
I see no hurt
This is not the end
This is eternity
I have no fear
I am now at peace[/quote]
What can I say -- I am completely speachless with this one..... my senses have been filled. Thank you
My favorite line, " others laughter ignites her" that is, in essence, the passion for others, beautifully stated in 4 words,just lovely. I love your message here thank you for your insight and creation
the imagery of books, the written word is so very creative and gets your point across beautifully.
"But a solitary beach, pages turning
blowing in the breeze
Revelations come
Ideas cease to freeze
And something speaks"
wonderful and for me that describes passion!
thanks for this
You take the reader to the end and beyond don't you? "To conquer death all we must do is die" but for every one of us that is our greatest fear.
Well, you scared me! I felt the fear in your words, I felt the loss of myself as I knew me. And then I was there, apart of the universe apart of forever, filled with inner peace. A truly happy ending
The artist, Salvador Dali, would be touched by your words and how you captured the essence of his painting.
Bravo to you and thank you so much for writing! And turning me on to Salvador Dali I had no idea who did that painting and now I have many paintings to get lost in and find myself in
thank you but im too fucked up right now to be inspiration for anyone.
take a good look
this could be the day
hold my hand
lie beside me
i just need to say
It is what I trust.
I have never trusted my creativity, not believing it there
until I was on the other side of it,
seeing it finished on the wall.
Perhaps, to be a great writer one must trust in themselves
in the force they command.
In Trust that is earned.
TRUST .....
please someone .....
show me Trust
you never know who you will touch and how it will help them and in turn help you
words will not help me. im tired of words. and as a writer i find that an incredible statement.. to make. to read. to think. and to say.
take a good look
this could be the day
hold my hand
lie beside me
i just need to say
you are weary, I am sorry.
The only cure for weary is rest and pleasure. Can you find both?
no it wont be words that cure me. only actions will work.
the only rest that will work is if my brain stops thinking, my soul stops aching and my life leaves my body.
yes yes of course thats terribly dramatic and probably self absorbed but im a writer and its the truth.
take a good look
this could be the day
hold my hand
lie beside me
i just need to say
well i know that but....
.. i dont want to stand alone. it is not beautiful and i know who i want standing by my side but...
.. as strong as i am i have my kryptonite. and i hate it.
take a good look
this could be the day
hold my hand
lie beside me
i just need to say
Send my credentials to the house of detention
youre wrong.. actions are strongest.
take a good look
this could be the day
hold my hand
lie beside me
i just need to say
there's something to write home about
best part is that sprig of basil on top
in the force they command.
In Trust that is earned.
TRUST .....
please someone .....
show me Trust'
life is nothing if we can not trust
any thoughts?
how you hold me in your mercy
in your basil sprig
in your aroma
and in your bottom-hinged front-door bakery
upon thy table you sit.
waiting.
will the round roller attack you soon?
will you be bent in half....like a first quarter moon?
The hungry diners march in
It's noon swoon
"where is the pepsi?"
"where is the napkin?"
where IS the red and white checkered adornment?
with a million things to do, I write
only
you.
Oh, little pizza
Won't you visit me soon?
"will the round roller attack you soon?
will you be bent in half....like a first quarter moon?"
great!!! Thank you Dang Dang
Hot pizza sounds good....
a persons action does matter - there is no doubt about it...
I love it !!!!!!!!!!!!!!
TRUST IS . . .
--taking the next step with your eyes closed
--living under the assumption that there will be a tomorrow
--starting your car and putting it in drive
--knowing that bad things lead to good things
--being yourself even with a thousand eyes on you
--getting a prescription filled without asking any questions
--stepping up to bat
--assuming that your phone call out will be happily received
--getting on an airplane with the knowledge that the pilot does want his paycheck
--hitting the submit button
--Trust should be inherent, not earned (but certainly can be unearned)
but must have been my childhood cause for me trust is earned, it's a flaw on my part.
Earned within myself to trust myself, with experience and mistakes made this is coming along,
and in others.... its a 'time will tell'.
Getting hurt and finding dishonesty in those in the role of "inherent trust" can do that to a person.
Yes, actions - the action of bringing someone in need hot pizza. Trust me, I've tested this to destruction. I didn't recognise your face, I didn't know your words, I knew not if you were still my brother - I still felt good when you brought me hot pizza. In those times....
Send my credentials to the house of detention