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LIFESTORMS [Jul. 22nd, 2005|03:42 am]
Touched by the Muse

(T. Beechey)

As you watch stormclouds gather,do not hide but rather marvel
At the carnival of rapture not to capture but behold
Unfolding by the season without reason,yet a sign
To define our very purpose,it is for us to be told

Yes,the message in the thunder is be one with all around us
While sounds of falling raindrops swaps bad thoughts for good
Should you ever see the lightning,it's inviting all to listen
To the glisten of the rainbow for it knows what no one could

Why we are and who we're being,what we're seeing that's unreal
How to feel as souls are numbing and becoming who we can
To unveil the plan for seeking for the weak and for the moghty
An idea that shall unify the brotherhood of man

It's a concept held by many,but are any truly looking?
Have we took our final glances and are chances now denied?
Don't hide from the forming of stormclouds,they are with us
To deliver us a message we had best not turn aside

And the message in the thunder is be one with all around us
While sounds of falling raindrops swaps bad thoughts for good
Should you ever see the lightning,it's inviting all to listen
To the glisten of the rainbow for it knows what no one could
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GOODBYE [Jul. 15th, 2005|01:55 pm]
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(T. Beechey)

So unworthy of love,way beyond my feeble reaching
It's teaching me a lesson I'm confessing I don't want
The blunt message for me brings stormy overcasting
Lasting till forever --- I never chose to confront

I'm doomed to seclusion,my intrusion is forbidden
Must stay hidden from the masses as time passes by
Reasons why do not matter,all defenses shatter inward
All that's heard and forgotten is an ill-begotten cry

It's my destiny to follow in the hollow misgivings
That living has showed me on this road of endless ends
Where no one spends a second unless beckoned in their youth
Sometimes truth is no answer,just a chance for further bends

Why was I chosen? No one knows,no one questions
Suggestions meekly fall in dull and deafened ears
Still the years keep increasing,never ceasing in climbing
The timing's in rhythm with slim hopes and shedded tears

So,I stay along the course and I force myself to chuckle
While I buckle in and under the sheer wonder of it all
And,as I fall,there is laughter from rafter to valley
I'm a tally on a scoreboard faced toward a barren wall

That's the fate that's awaiting,no sense stating objection
The rejection is as certain as a curtained draw of breath
Whether or not,it is coming --- the humming's now a rumble
Soon I'll tumble pure and simple through the dimpled smile of death
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running through your heart with my only words [Jun. 27th, 2005|10:03 am]
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[mood |awakeawake]
[music |junkie by slow rush]

brazen words.. cutting through tired skin.
eyes flashed with nothing but sun
losing vision across everything i had known
cutting into a worn out heart
lights throughout everything inside.
stopping the burn. the blood from coming.
words shouted through a crushing silence..
as i know who i am inside of this dream
fucking everything out through your taste
running my hands across your naked skin
tasting the blood you drip across my mouth
a sense of taste i'll never lose for you
sweat burning my eyes but i don't stop
words slowly moaned from across this divide
falling through the cracks.. of what is supposed to be..
living inside rules..written by noone.
following your curves.. to feel your heart.
i'm nothing but a wordsmith..
nothing but a man
nothing but..
nothing but..
lost inside your skin..
is it a dream...
or is it real..
cause when i wake up..
i know your taste will still be on my lips..
with intensity..
such is the words..
such is the place..
to make real..
to make.. life
to make...
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Hello.. [Jun. 21st, 2005|11:12 pm]
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[mood |curiouscurious]
[music |Regina Spektor]

I just joined the community (I love the name) and thought I'd introduce myself, in a manner of speaking.

I don't really feel that what I write is poetry, and I could certainly use tips on form, flow, and grammar...but here is an example of something that just popped to mind, I've been reworking it a bit in my head.

what do you think?Collapse )
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intro [Jun. 20th, 2005|04:21 pm]
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merry met she says
fingers covered in ink stains
words an endless drip


coloured glasses tipped
the world is black, grey and red
nose a gentle slope


sleepy eyelids fall
over tired worried eyes
tummy keeps growling


voice of reason says
tommorow will be better
today still sucks though


flowers bloom their sex
purples, azures and blush stains
hiding butterflies


"just enjoy it dork"
the telephone beeps again
don't want to answer


x-posted: akashatears, _haiku_
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HERE WITHIN YOUR SHADOW [Jun. 17th, 2005|03:09 am]
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(T. Beechey)

Here within your shadow
Is where I choose to dwell
It's the only place I know
That words can never tell
I wish I could stay forever
But I know the day shall come
When the ties between us sever
And we return to where we're from

Here within your shadow
Is now a home to me
As I bask within the warm glow
Of your sincerity
If I had a million chances
I would never seek to leave
Cause I've discovered what enhances
My reason to believe

All my life I've wondered
What my existence meant
As the rolling clouds thundered
Over everywhere I went
Till,finally,I found reason
In the shadow of your soul
Where the echoes of each season
Resonate and make me whole

And,until then,I'll remain here
With a smile upon my face
With not a drop of rain near
This sacred,hallowed place
Here within your shadow
Is just where I belong
And the day that I must go
Is the day when life is wrong
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Website [Jun. 2nd, 2005|09:08 am]
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Oneword: On this website you are given 1 word and I think 60 seconds to come up with a poem about that word. It's a neat site, as are the affiliates.
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(no subject) [May. 16th, 2005|02:05 pm]
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Through the barly fields she ran
a grey white dove within her hand
though the water stained the threads
of her gypsy skirt, she fled

The hounds were fast upon her heels
the dove cried out, fierce and shrill
she released it from her grasp upon a hill
as the beasts honed in for the kill

She turned, her dark hair glinting in the light
body tense, ready to fight
a spirit born deep in flight
unbreakable, and undenied

Drawing a short tinkers blade
as the dogs drew up, their teeth a fire in the glade
their breath in the cool night air
misting, swirling, thick but frail

upon the grey hillock she stood her ground
her eyes distant as the dogs circled 'round
as the dove spun twixt the clouds
a spirit without sound

Before the dogs could set upon
a wind rose up and blocked the sun
a fierce howl filled the air
and from the skies an onslaught of hail

The icy fists of Gods vengful hands
drove the dogs from the hilly lands
and when the sky cleared nothing there, nor farther still
cept one lone gray dove, soaring, singing in triumphant trill.
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LIMITLESS ENDINGS [May. 13th, 2005|07:07 pm]
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(T. Beechey)

Just what is truth? A fanciful lie? Is that why it can't soothe each tear that I cry?
The revelation of fact before it is known: an unholy pact with the mystic unknown?
What is the pleasure that is found in pain? What price is treasure without any gain?
There's no reason or rhyme for such a curse...unless such a time is viewed in reverse

For sometimes lies can be the truth as seen through the eyes of wayward youth
Those who conspire and those which complain,who sit by the fire in the pouring rain
What is their dream? Who hears their plea? Doesn't it seem that once it was we
Who roamed the street so unaware of the rhythmic beat in the fragrant air?

Where are they from and where do they go? Why did we come and why don't we know?
Is there no answer? Are questions unheard? Perhaps now's our chance for a final word
Let's take a peek into what never was,just a moment to seek what within never does
Perhaps if we gazed in the reflecting glass,we'd be amazed at what images pass

For without the shadow or the disguise,we both truly look of our own eyes
It's anyone's guess but the clock on the wall says either confess or damned be us all
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haiku's [May. 12th, 2005|03:49 pm]
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The wind is like spring
kissing the leaf laden trees
the fish are asleep

Morning Glories grow
against the wall they climb
so heavey with misted dew

Lightning cracks above
fat angry clouds keep crying
kitty keeps mewing

I have no idea
cresent moon bending its ear
I think I am sad

crickets in the grass
ants in the puddles swimming
the trees bend slightly

I have compassion
the world is full of problems
people suck so much
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