An old whore’s whispers / Boomerang in an igloo of nothingness
Forgot that I wrote this one. Written in the days when I wasn’t painting. Glad I’m in a better frame of mind now!
Swirling deeper and deeper into a place now; so comfortable so familiar. I am home. I know that I am smiling, even though I don’t conscio…
This is about blending body mind and spirit and transporting to another level of consciousness.
wisdom continued…..........
Tomorrow when I am riding my horse and traveling toward his castle, I will cry when I see the blue fields that are the beginning of his k…
I like to write mental escapes. This one is about being out in the cold woods, where you would not want to wander to far out on your own, because there are predators. However, the traveller is not alone, she is with friends. They have provided her with the small comforts she needs to make her journey, a campfire to warm her hands and a small blanket for sleeping on the cold ground, next to her horse. She isn’t on her horse yet, but she will be tomorrow, when she makes the journey to her brother’s castle, accompanied by her friends. He lives in a beautiful castle at the edge of a blue valley. It is about hope. That there is an end to the journey, and someone close is waiting for you. Someone who has much to give, and welcomes you with open arms, you and your friends. She cries because she has finally made it there, to the end of her journey and her awaiting brother. It is about coming out of the past and into the future.
Opening the large doors, Mez smiled, “ Yes, I cannot find it. It was going to help me defeat another queen in a distant city. Her magic …
a continuation of the queens Library
Who knows what could have been / I only know what is / This life is what you make of it / We choose to live / So we grow from it / This life i…
As I dream about you dear / I feel your presence, ever near / Hovering, just an inch away / In the present, far and away I can sense yo…
Like a lot of my poems…I just go with the flow
Rieun awoke with a start, cold sweat dripping through his thick brown hair, and along his forehead, with his hands clenched into fists at…
This is the first page from my new story that I am currently working on called Destined Trails. / This whole chapter is posted on ildynach.piczo.com / I will post new bits and pieces every now and then until the story is complete. / Please visit the site, and drop a comment / - James Austin
He hangs from the balcony of my imagination and the fire of my aspirations…
Faces jeering, voices peering. / Why even try?
/ MCN:C67B0-E6B2E-7E38E
Being out there to relax or to visit the most beautiful places in the world.
The decision was made. Venture forth and head to Darwin in the hope of improved riches. !http://images-0.redbubble.net/img/art/cropped…
Sailing the ocean is our way of life at present. The journey is just as much even more then the destination. We are lead by nature, the winds and oceans dictate our speed and direction. We are very much a part of our surroundings. Our story continues…….actually I’m a little behind but wanted to finish this tale before adding any more. please enjoy This Story was published in Multihull world
empty faces, blank trains / old eyes staring out / from cold compartments / child-like, clinging / to a once-bright past
life – our lives, how we live. what we fear. jordan busson. 29 July 2009.
A lifetime of love within your kiss / A cherished memory that will always be missed / A bond made eternally destined to last / With reflecti…
There is so much to be said for a good marriage these days. When we live in a time that marriage vows have become worthless and unbinding, love is the same, it never changes, love is so much more than mere words. I hope you; the reader finds that true love that has become like a diamond in the rut. Nancy
I sat here. / Under the shade of an oak, / And watched. / That’s when I saw it. / An autumn leaf. / Catching the sunlight. / Falling from its t…
I’m not really a poem type writer. I like writing more short stories, etc. Although this came about because I started “Confessions” with bits and pieces that turned into over a 1,000 of them. This is a sample of one of them.
Life is not a destination to run to…....
I weep quietly for the past / it is done and dusted / It no longer holds me / in its suffocating arms
Featured in LIFELINE – 9th Dec 2009
This desert seems smaller now / As the sun descends / And the chills set in
We all travel life’s weary road. Some lose sight and drift while others keep what is true to their hearts in view. Lose not the sight to go on…
I do miss you and I’ve been missing you for days / We talk every day, hours turn into minutes, and time never stays / My eyes get tired and…
12-18-2009 This has been inspired by a poem I read by our very own Famous and Talented writer, Shoaib ! He posted this poem about a week ago, and after I read it, which I loved :)...it did linger in my head…cuz it was like a little story…and I really wanted to know how it ended :) So of course, my first version ( yes, I wrote 2 different version :)) LOL ) ended like most our comments to him….”Yes, any girl would wait at the station” I mean….geez, Shoaib def, knows how to work his words so we can all be under his spell :)) LOL / but seriously, when I really started to think, I realized in real world, nothing is that easy…and what if as much as one wants to be there, but they can’t…no matter how much they love, they end up missing each other instead…so all these what ifs came to play…and this is what I came up with from a different POV :) / Now I know I’m not a writer…so to me this was more like a LONG COMMENT :)) LMAO / so THANK YOU for reading and putting up with my words :)) XO and most importantly…THANK YOU Shoaib for your beautiful words, mind and how you truly inspire US all :) You are a True gift to anyone who’s path crosses with yours ! Please read more of Shoaibs’ work here at this link :) / shoaib and as of 12-20-09 My Pretty, Talented and GIFTED friend, Cynthia also wrote HER own version of this little ride…and it is the BEST :)...so please please click on this link, so you may enjoy reading this story from yet another beautiful POV :) / Cynthia Lund Torroll / LOVE U GIRL :) SO WHO ELSE WOULD LIKE TO TAKE THIS TRAIN RIDE???? THIS RIDE IS FREE..SO YOU DON’T EVEN NEED A TICKET TO GET ON, JUST YOUR HEART and MIND :))) 12-20-09 / AND now my good friend Richard, just took the challenge and came up with this other amazing TRIP…wow…I love reading all these versions :) / Thanks R…what a nice surprise :) xx / Please read his poem at this link :) / clickinhistory with only few hours later, I just found out another BRILLIANT artist has decided to share her story at this STATION…I cannot even began to tell you, how thrilled I was to read her version…Tempe, YOU ARE TRULY REMARKABLE…thank YOU :) / Please take a moment and ENJOY her amazing words using this link :) / Tempe Below is Shoaibs’ amazing Poem / which started this Journey for me :) / THANK YOU so so much Shoaib…for letting ME, of all people to play around with some of your words :) I felt like I was writing a script …this was one of the best experiences for me…now I know why writing can be FUN :) xx and for the rest of you writers…watch out…I may just have to start leaving these LONG Comments as well …lmaoooooo :) The journey* I miss you and I’ve been missing you for days / Where does the time go when we talk for hours and nothing stays? / I close my eyes and we part ways / I want to say… Hey beautiful / I wish I could stay / But I’m late for my train / So many thoughts are running off like a relay / There is no delay despite how much it rains / It’s rainy without you here and I’m already late / I have to go so, please don’t look away Hey beautiful / I have so much to say my thoughts are lost just like that runaway train / You / Give me the strength to maintain / And it isn’t even like me to behave this way / Today / I got up at dawn and prayed / In an ancient tongue that is as unfamiliar to me as the pain / Of Sunday mornings where I had to learn to recite that grace / “oh ye who reject faith / I worship not what you worship nor do you worship what I worship / And I will not worship what you worship nor will you worship what I worship… / ….you unto your religion and me unto mine” / Lines / Of the divine Hey beautiful, I too wish I could stop time / Instead I just close my eyes / Because true love is blind / So onto that train I climbed / Thinking I am so unprepared for this ride / It’s other’s blind faith in religion that makes me lose mine / Face it… we can’t all be right / And we change it…. To fit how we want to live our lives / I wonder sometimes… / Would I regret coming on board like the times in my life I lied? / And let others cry / Still sometimes / I try and hide / From all these thoughts that I keep inside / The point is we can’t even trust ourselves at times I just want to say hey beautiful / You decide / Because I don’t ever want to be the person that made you cry / Made you say hey… at least we tried / I want to be that heart in which you confide But it’s too much to ask someone to put their faith in you at night / When faith itself could be a lie / I have this reoccurring dream where I can’t run in a straight line / And when I stop to realign / I realize / I too am running out of time / I turn and wake to your empty bedside / I think nothing of it because it happens all the time So I walked down the aisle and take my seat and sigh / Left alone there I retreat in to the safety of my mind / I think it’s easier to be your own enemy sometimes / At least you feel like you can control your own lives / Even though you know full well that that’s not where peace resides / They say that true peace is felt inside / But I know poets are never right / Because what sounds beautiful isn’t always a true reflection of where we find / Our happiness to be at that particular time I saw a child on that train and he asked “are we there yet” / His young father said “son, we will get there soon” / His grandfather said “Look, how far we’ve already come” / And I… / I just looked out the window and questioned journey / And stayed silent on the destination / I can only pray that we find our salvation That you believe in me enough to be patient / And that when I get off this train… you decide to meet me at that station
you had to take that train there was no choice really / everything led to your departure – / the ticket secured way in advance / through…
With my eyes covered, and a giant gulp, I accepted jacqleen’s challenge: “I’d love to see your take on this :))) hint hint :))” So here it is. / I wince. / I do not write. / Please be kind (and rewind). / ha ha ha. My take on the genesis that shoaib started with his heartfelt work the journey which prompted jacqleen’s rich pov the journey with no ending (what a fun chain) WITH UTMOST RESPECT TO the very gifted SHOAIB AND JACQLEEN ..................................................................................
The size of a door / Two sides short, two sides longer / Same as a coffin. No coincidence / For all things have a purpose / It’s God’s…
Everything in our life serves a purpose in God’s plan. (an original poem, copyrighted by Alan Crabtree)
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