He wears western shirts with frayed collars, and wishes she knew how to sew. She wears whalebone corsets, and wishes he knew how to shav…
time to take this out of hiding a work of fiction, for once
Don’t forget dear, / that I am a poet / I could slaughter you with words like razor blades
Simple things remind me of you, each and every day. / I try so hard to forget your face but in my mind it stays. / A vision of you standing…
We all have a distant past….fortunately this is now part of mine.
Does he know you howl at quarter moons? Does he know you drew constellations in black ink on my skin?
the words… from mariposa i hope this piece is the beginning of something that i can go back to later… prompted by flash fiction’s latest challenge, that i interpreted as being full of desperation, needing to say something and only having an envelope and a splash of ink to get the words out.
There nothing in the air in October to slow down the pain that leaks from one person and into another. It transmutes like lightning. Flas…
My Father had and still has a profound influence on me. His story begins here And it continues here…made ALL THE MORE poignant for me when gifted photographer Mel Brackstone commented that she may have been channeling me while working on this photo, titled Melt Down and after looking at it I’ve gotta agree. If you read the entire story, of me and Dad, to the end…you may well agree too.
The Universe continues / With and without you / Thirty pieces of silver / Paid for Your demise
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When love hurts…
Shake the rust from these worn eyes, / throw me down to the puddle outside, / tell me to leave and kick me some air,
When time is still ticking and warmth lays in the heart of sadness and hate this angel must right the wrongs of his past and earn his wings by helping another. It’s just been written, all that I put up in the bubble is new work, all old stuff stays in darkness, so I hope you like this, I had nothing else to right about ; )
I have felt the darkness, / of your correcting palms,
The follow on from the first Painful Love, as you can see. After deciding she is on the rise, she delves into thought of the relationship….there will be third, a work in progress, should be up soon, hope you enjoy this one though….
I meant to turn her away, / now I have nothing left to say, / how can I say I’m sorry, / or look her in the eye, / a touch would ask forgiven…
A message of no killing, starts with a man who as just killed his daughter boyfriend only protecting her from his violence, but in the process he losses his daughter….and the end is message that when we kill one we also kill the ones around and close to that person…..so don’t kill is the message….hope you enjoy this peace….
Seems like the killer got more than he bargained for in this girl, lol / he’d best not let him go, he’s only tasted her crazy glow ; ) Hope yous like, a bit wierd, / and I will say I do not promote voilence in anyway ; ) / This was done listening to Disturbed, that might be related, lol
This is the end of my drive by bubbling, I can’t stay away, so I will be starting religiously again tomorrow. So I leave tongiht with a poem on the lighter side. / She is hope, that little thing that stand by all our sides, but she is broken by the state of the world, all the war, pain and suffering and hopeless thoughts are hurting her, no-one wants the light, why is it that people only see the light when the die, is their something wrong? / She wants light to be here, not only in death, change our way’s is the message or we will have no hope. / Sounds dark, but really it light or the search for light…well it has got the word light in it…okay, I’ll try better, here it is anyway ; ) / Thanxz for your patience of my unlucky unfortunate events as of late, I really appreciate it, thanxz friends!!!
It was Never my intention
Love Hate Love
Thoughts of you are tiny imps / whispering in my ear, / endlessly / ceaselessly / tirelessly.
our innocent being destroyed, / I will only kill, / we cannot stand by,
Please see mainephotobug American Hero I salute all soldiers of all Nations that lay down their lives for peace in the world. For those fallen hero’s “We Will Remember Them” for those injured and to those still serving I salute you also and to say Thank You. – David I would like to thank mainephotobug – for her kind permission to use this image which has inspired me to write these words / Please pay mainephotobug a visit if you have the time you won’t be dissapointed. Please be aware that this writing doesn’t accuse any religeon’s or any Radical off shoots. It is not intended to offend but for a realistic outcome that hopefully could save innocent lives around the world of different denominations All comments are my own and don’t belong to any group, they are just my own personal feelings in our troubled world today. FEATURED IN :- / Bits and Pieces – 31st May 2009 Live Life For Today And Save A Smile For Somebody Tomorrow- David “Our Heroes of 2009” © Copyright – 2009 / All Rights Reserved – MCN: C795A-256F7-D509A / /
It’s okay I am a big boy, / I can take the fall, / Just hit a wall, / I wish it was real,
This is about a man who has thrown in the towel, and does not feel deserved of a love he will never have or feel, but feels like he has been a toy. I guess he doesn’t understand.
My heart cradled / Within your gentle hands, barefoot, / With no chance of stomping / Upon my beat / With steel-toe / Vengeance. My hands …
I think this poem is self-explanitory. :)
Forgive yourself for all you’ve done, / For wrongs that made you long to run, / When hate became your saving grace, / When light grew dark u…
Another Rondeau form poem i wrote last year, meant to heal the guilty soul. So many of us feel guilt, whether warrented or not, but whatever it is, is just a part of the path, necessary in order for growth and future enlightenment. :)
If I have learned anything from this monumental debacle, / it is how to economize. Harvesting smiles is not something to be taken lig…
Ouch. This was a hard poem to write, a hard poem to have to write. It is about living with a soul-sucker, when all you’ve ever wanted and dreamed about was love.
You bleed – I cry / I feed – you are nourished / You live – I die / I am hated – you are cherished
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When I approach your gnarled precepts.. / like webs of killer smiles / you let me g
WOW.. I WENT TO DANILO LEJARDI’S SITE .. His invitation to Interpret his work MISSED TOUCH / / was thrilling. I just so happen to have this song on as well.. Both are in the poem.. Thanks to / Des’ree, You Gotta Be..
And he flew into a pallet of his own doing / Much like the heated lights glaring / Singeing the well being of this winged creature / For sa…
Marion’s exquisite work came at a time.. / Well it is like clockwork sometimes.. to breath .. to find a way to breath when / others think they know how you breath and they do not. MOTH IN WATERCOLOR / MUSIC .. APPEARED..This song is a song I have sang with all my heart since I first heard it. When i sang jazz.. I made this mine. / I got standing ovations on this one only because I felt it to my CORE. / . / The Need To Be
How I dread (and long) / for your familiar gaze – / how it haunts me! / I know it as well I know my own fear; / my own nose; my own hollow! ...
This was written for a contest on incorperating a human emotion with two seperate animals… / and me, being me, of course had to bring the rabbit to fear and dependence, and it’s need for to see it’s beginnings and meanings in dreams. / Not to mention….I was determined to find a connection between a rabbit…and a shark. :) Just a bit of serious fun. ;)
with a mighty heart she travelled / through a world of inhumanity / at each mountaintop / through the valleys and the hills / she looked f…
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