Sanctuary

PilateOfTheStorm

great stuff tremors love it

tremors wrote:

I take direct instruction from our noble leader. And when he tells me for the umpteempth time 'I will not be treated as property', I know it's time to get that thread locked. Shame though, because the girls there are really nice

ooooh so that's how you get all your "material" eh?
haha
if that thread gets locked, i'm asking for a refund

haha joking of course but i do love that thread

tremors

The sky melts, the chill softens
And yet somehow, more snow
A call to humility
To the heart of man.
Conquest after conquest
But the time of your conquest
Is drawing to an end
The earth still has something to say

StillHere

tremors wrote:

The sky melts, the chill softens
And yet somehow, more snow
A call to humility
To the heart of man.
Conquest after conquest
But the time of your conquest
Is drawing to an end
The earth still has something to say

:thumbup:

tremors

There's a hole missing from my leg
From where they fucked me over
Scared and putting up resistance,
They
Dropped me with cs gas, batons and a boulder

Yes there's a hole missing from my leg
I wish that wasn't true
Never to be given back, and no apology
But I swear by every wound aching in this body
That I'll not rest until
Their whole sorry scheme
is over.

tremors

Still

Still
Fighting
Still
Surviving
Still
Praying
Still
Receding
Still
Shining

Still

StillHere

tremors wrote:

Still

Still
Fighting
Still
Surviving
Still
Praying
Still
Receding
Still
Shining

Still

Still

Here

PilateOfTheStorm

tremors wrote:

Still

Still
Fighting
Still
Surviving
Still
Praying
Still
Receding
Still
Shining

Still

great

tremors

StillHere wrote:

tremors wrote:

Still

Still
Fighting
Still
Surviving
Still
Praying
Still
Receding
Still
Shining

Still

Still

Here

INDEED!!

tremors

The wind arrived with her wings
Whistling through the secret places
Making her recede
Hugging the shadows
Her body melted
Her self, a whisper
Of something more solid
Long time ago
Her self becoming whispered
Feeling less real by the hour
And yet more alive
She dissolved into the sideboards
and blended into dark
The memory of being solid
Memory, flickering
Like the moth shielding the flame
Just one inch closer
and her body hisses,
and released

pandora

Love....

Sanctuary in the arms of Love.

Hurt leaves and worries cease.

Love's breath warms the top of my head,
Love's touch smooths my hair.

Love's heartbeat,
in my ear
is all I hear....
is all
I ever need to hear.

tremors

pandora wrote:

Love....

Sanctuary in the arms of Love.

Hurt leaves and worries cease.

Love's breath warms the top of my head,
Love's touch smooths my hair.

Love's heartbeat,
in my ear
is all I hear....
is all
I ever need to hear.

Great. Moving - thanks. Need some of that! Not right now, but in general

pandora

tremors wrote:

pandora wrote:

Love....

Sanctuary in the arms of Love.

Hurt leaves and worries cease.

Love's breath warms the top of my head,
Love's touch smooths my hair.

Love's heartbeat,
in my ear
is all I hear....
is all
I ever need to hear.

Great. Moving - thanks. Need some of that! Not right now, but in general

tremors

Running in the family

You were like my sister
Yet we grew up living separate lives
Close as plants
How now I know you were always somewhere else
Today I listen to the music
From that time
I see the daylight
of 1987
Streaming through the window at the back of my mind
Sounds sweet, not sugary
So deceptive
A childhood hope
That same tremble in the voice
That cuts across the barriers
Made us both worship the cassette player
And I remember you trying to tell me something
Me, living a boyish life, easy
So close to you
You counting down each day
The days until you were big enough to stop it
The truth is I'll never know what you were thinking
Only sometimes I think I hear it amongst the music
One day I'll write it all down
One day I'll write a letter to the paper

StillHere

tremors wrote:

Running in the family

You were like my sister
Yet we grew up living separate lives
Close as plants
How now I know you were always somewhere else
Today I listen to the music
From that time
I see the daylight
of 1987
Streaming through the window at the back of my mind
Sounds sweet, not sugary
So deceptive
A childhood hope
That same tremble in the voice
That cuts across the barriers
Made us both worship the cassette player
And I remember you trying to tell me something
Me, living a boyish life, easy
So close to you
You counting down each day
The days until you were big enough to stop it
The truth is I'll never know what you were thinking
Only sometimes I think I hear it amongst the music
One day I'll write it all down
One day I'll write a letter to the paper

so familiar

seems i've been there with you

mysticweed

StillHere wrote:

tremors wrote:

Running in the family

You were like my sister
Yet we grew up living separate lives
Close as plants
How now I know you were always somewhere else
Today I listen to the music
From that time
I see the daylight
of 1987
Streaming through the window at the back of my mind
Sounds sweet, not sugary
So deceptive
A childhood hope
That same tremble in the voice
That cuts across the barriers
Made us both worship the cassette player
And I remember you trying to tell me something
Me, living a boyish life, easy
So close to you
You counting down each day
The days until you were big enough to stop it
The truth is I'll never know what you were thinking
Only sometimes I think I hear it amongst the music
One day I'll write it all down
One day I'll write a letter to the paper

so familiar

seems i've been there with you

damn i felt the same way
tremors, you are the shit

tremors

The Hardest Thing in the World
(The Stone Roses)

Hold on please, it don't please
I never wanted to be
Searching for a perfect day
It never happens that way
hey hey hey

I'm sick inside and so obscene
Would heaven help me be clean?
Searching for a perfect day
It never happens that way
Ahey hey hey

Hold on, wait, I know no one wants you around

You never heard a word I said
It's seems simple to me
That if you knew you wouldn't say
"It never happens that way"
Ahey hey hey

And the impression I get
As the story unfurls
That you're the hardest thing in the world

And what you feel it might not be
It seems so far to me
I cannot climb to touch your spire
I'm getting higher and higher

Cut away, I know no one wants you around
The hardest thing in the world

tremors

Just watching Eddie Izzard's latest comedy DVD 'Stripped' - highly recommended! Sometimes light relief is called for

PilateOfTheStorm

tremors wrote:

The wind arrived with her wings
Whistling through the secret places
Making her recede
Hugging the shadows
Her body melted
Her self, a whisper
Of something more solid
Long time ago
Her self becoming whispered
Feeling less real by the hour
And yet more alive
She dissolved into the sideboards
and blended into dark
The memory of being solid
Memory, flickering
Like the moth shielding the flame
Just one inch closer
and her body hisses,
and released

absolutely beautiful.
another amazing poem tremors, it's stunning.
the imagery, certain words you've chosen - so delicate, so perfect

tremors

electricxlovex wrote:

tremors wrote:

The wind arrived with her wings
Whistling through the secret places
Making her recede
Hugging the shadows
Her body melted
Her self, a whisper
Of something more solid
Long time ago
Her self becoming whispered
Feeling less real by the hour
And yet more alive
She dissolved into the sideboards
and blended into dark
The memory of being solid
Memory, flickering
Like the moth shielding the flame
Just one inch closer
and her body hisses,
and released

absolutely beautiful.
another amazing poem tremors, it's stunning.
the imagery, certain words you've chosen - so delicate, so perfect

Thanks very much electricxlovex, and thanks everyone here for being so appreciative and kind

tremors

Subtle body threading its way through space, through time. My words are more real than my footsteps as I trace my way through material life, shops send messages leading me to books, bring softness, illumination. Coins rattle then shimmer and spin as they leave my hand transforming to some heady tea, solace and solitude. Warm glow down below, the universe hums like a guitar string as I watch the passers by. The inner eye clearer now than outer. slight chill ripples across my shoulders as I tap these words into an ocean space of friends- throwing a coin via satellite into a well of understanding. Well dressed today the town is my friend as I mingle unobserved but observing life. Slice apart my innocuity and what will you find? Layers like an onion. Make your eyes smart. Don't come too close. I fly beyond this material place connected to a web and ready to pluck a note to resound, and still resound by the time I make it home. I pray my glow lasts me tonight. Tonight I will stay in alone. Tidy my house, file my records, drink tea and cook. And maybe I'll consult the satellite for the slices, facets of distant friends, tips of icebergs united with some depth, tough material and depth, helping me slice through the daylight with a clear eye for once. Not mad sitting here. Just tapping on my phone. For once in my life I'm less crazy than they are. Money in my pocket, a sparkle in my eye, in my voice, the women seem to like it. And the friends behind the tea counters I've made this year. A creature of habit. When people are nice, they like it when you come back. Ready now to talk to anyone with a gleam in their eye, and the pulsing conviction that it ain't no sin to be glad to be alive...ready to press send before the chill sets in.