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coleen
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okee for those of you who asked for it...remember you ASKED for it? i'm more scared to post now than i was the very first time, is that weird?
anyway....have you ever had an idea or desire to express something and you start but don't finish and stumble across the forgotten beginning months later? well this is the story of what lies ahead. and so much has happened between then and now that to finish it now might change what it was then, if that makes any sense. and to even consider corrupting or dilluting the feelings of that time, seems a shame. it has its moments that make me wish i'd finished what i'd started when i had the chance.
i promise, though for bearing with this very rough draft, i'll come up with a real finished something or other soon.
lost in paradise
i used to believe that a warm fireplace was the answer to all of my aching
the most special someone built me blue blazes and broadcast them into oblivion just so that i might
warm myself by the fire
and it did - it warmed me from the inside out
i believed that nothing could be more cozy than sitting in part together in front of that holographic hearth
until today –
with my thighs still burning from the tops down through my toes
how i am reminded of two days ago
and that through the darkness to the dawn i watched the diamonds circle and fall and nestle against themselves
until the ground was a blanket of soft and powdery white
and all the while we infused each others flesh with warmth
finally, when our eyes and minds were less tired we gathered our selves to a forested path which wound along the rushing river's edge.
and we walked for hours upon hours over rocks and limbs and roots
through the mud which sucked our soles
and splashed through waters that licked our toes
then being bold with our fiery lungs and red-pink cheeks
we decided upon the road to know-where
at first the path looked like all others
even, paved and planned - but soon the road it ended and the wilderness lay ahead
we looked into each other and looked into the trees
and we smiled the smile of knowing and walked whichever way we pleased
the path disappeared beneath our feet and we didn't know where we would end
through the brush and the briars that clawed at us
i held tightly to your hand
and i tell you i was frightened of the dark and of the cold
but mostly i felt the terror swell of all that was still unknown
i ignored the fear inside of me and focused on your voice
it slowly ceased to matter if we were lost there in our paradise
i felt so very safe with you when the whole world fell away
my legs were aching-tired-shaking but still they belonged to you
they followed you right over the edge of the world
knowing full well that they hadn't the strength to go back the way we came
the only choice was forward though i slipped and stumbled and twisted and grasped
still you believed i could do it, so then who was i to resist
when you had lead me through the know-where land and returned me to the place i'd known
every cell of me was exhausted and shaking and lightening striking
i thought once we stopped and let reality restore, i'd slip off to sleep and dream forever
only we were the dream in that perfect place and I was sure we’d never wake
anyway....have you ever had an idea or desire to express something and you start but don't finish and stumble across the forgotten beginning months later? well this is the story of what lies ahead. and so much has happened between then and now that to finish it now might change what it was then, if that makes any sense. and to even consider corrupting or dilluting the feelings of that time, seems a shame. it has its moments that make me wish i'd finished what i'd started when i had the chance.
i promise, though for bearing with this very rough draft, i'll come up with a real finished something or other soon.
lost in paradise
i used to believe that a warm fireplace was the answer to all of my aching
the most special someone built me blue blazes and broadcast them into oblivion just so that i might
warm myself by the fire
and it did - it warmed me from the inside out
i believed that nothing could be more cozy than sitting in part together in front of that holographic hearth
until today –
with my thighs still burning from the tops down through my toes
how i am reminded of two days ago
and that through the darkness to the dawn i watched the diamonds circle and fall and nestle against themselves
until the ground was a blanket of soft and powdery white
and all the while we infused each others flesh with warmth
finally, when our eyes and minds were less tired we gathered our selves to a forested path which wound along the rushing river's edge.
and we walked for hours upon hours over rocks and limbs and roots
through the mud which sucked our soles
and splashed through waters that licked our toes
then being bold with our fiery lungs and red-pink cheeks
we decided upon the road to know-where
at first the path looked like all others
even, paved and planned - but soon the road it ended and the wilderness lay ahead
we looked into each other and looked into the trees
and we smiled the smile of knowing and walked whichever way we pleased
the path disappeared beneath our feet and we didn't know where we would end
through the brush and the briars that clawed at us
i held tightly to your hand
and i tell you i was frightened of the dark and of the cold
but mostly i felt the terror swell of all that was still unknown
i ignored the fear inside of me and focused on your voice
it slowly ceased to matter if we were lost there in our paradise
i felt so very safe with you when the whole world fell away
my legs were aching-tired-shaking but still they belonged to you
they followed you right over the edge of the world
knowing full well that they hadn't the strength to go back the way we came
the only choice was forward though i slipped and stumbled and twisted and grasped
still you believed i could do it, so then who was i to resist
when you had lead me through the know-where land and returned me to the place i'd known
every cell of me was exhausted and shaking and lightening striking
i thought once we stopped and let reality restore, i'd slip off to sleep and dream forever
only we were the dream in that perfect place and I was sure we’d never wake
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Won't you "dream a little dream of me", or for me?
Thank you so much for sharing your lovely words and don't you ever feel weird about posting, young lady!
Love you!
The diamonds drifting to the ground in soft powdery white... i love it.
If you're talking about stars, i love it more than if you're talking about snow.
woot.
woot, i say.
perhaps i should start posting here again. it's been too long since i've offered anything.
WOOT!
Offer 'em up, Cranimal, offer 'em up!
I hope whoever it was is as smilyshining as I am having read this...
it is such a lovely journey...
Thank you for such beauty.
and an extra special
glad you posted it
that was beautiful....
really, very moving
Beautiful... absolutly stunning, seriously brought tears to my eyes. I dont think you should change anything about it, leave it as it is, pure and continous. The best kind is written down all at once poured from your very soul, I think you did that here, and I think its beautiful
how sad and in need of a good polishing those little outpourings had been. but in spite of their rocky and awkward qualities, for the first time in a long time i can smile at the feelings that brought all those yesterdays to the hut.
i know how boooooring it is of me to bemoan the loss of the hut but there was a haven here for me in those days. i've never forgotten my lovely loves and how they loved me in spite of the trash i left here. bahahahahahahaaaaaa!!!!
thanks BE for reminding me, for being my bestest palli ever and for holding it down for our little group with the outstanding offerings that keep me coming home.
also a big thank you to droevig for the sweetness and your time.
I miss these little outpourings! You're such a kind and gentle soul, coleen!! :)Never asked for perfection and actually, there's beauty in the imperfections, isn't there? Gives things their character--keeps it real, IMO.
Puh, you don't need to thank me, it's just my little way of trying to force you to post more here!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(((((BE))))))
*be-caaack, be-caaaaak*
Hee Hee!!! Oh lordy, my teen dreams were full of Axl Rose (what the hell was I thinking??? *shakes head*)...hmmm, back then, the bad boy attitude and heroin smile really got me going. Hee Hee! Now he reminds me of like a bloated Elvis and well, that's not so bad, I guess, but the attitude!--jeez... asshole!! I had the walls plastered with posters of GN'R, even a big ole silkscreen of just him---right above my bed...:D
I'd love to hear a funny poem about your Axl Rose dreams.
just remember miss that you asked for it....my guns are a bit rusty and as always the beginning of an idea never quite ends how i think it might. sad to wax poetic about axl rose and actually turn it into something somewhat serious. but it was off the cuff and messy as i've always been.
thanks be for inviting me to have a little bit of the old fun.
Rusty, messy, off the cuff....I like you and your words, as is!!
(sorry I missed this yesterday--I was in a meeting--bleh!)