we even cry the same way..

I have not stopped loving you…

2011-07-13T06:43:00.000-07:00

I still ache for you every day

My morning doesn’t open up on me

without showing me your face in its light

My ears don’t hear the birds sing

Till they hear your beautiful laughter..sighs

My eyes…don’t open till they see your smile - in my mind -

till a single drop from them trickles out and dies....

copyright*budhaaah*
For One Shot Wednesday

After a harsh day from him on 16/12/10 and I pondered how it would be to live without love's divine presence in my life I wrote this poem..–thinking (then) how I would feel if ever (God forbid) we break-up....

for you...and Leonard Cohen

2011-07-09T04:21:00.000-07:00

Yes I will think of you and only you and you will know not -
the soft tug that tugs at your heart from time to time - is mine.

it does not matter if your ears hear not when I call your name
your soul hears..looks back suddenly wondering who called -anyhow- I know this sounds insane -
but how many times have you stopped in your tracks
remembering that you have forgotten something
what it is you just cant tell -

sometimes your hand involuntarily brushes your cheek
though its my tears that fall
you have not seen me in ages and I have not come to you
and yet the sharp pang you feel evrytime for no reason at all?

Trying to shrug it off does not help..the feeling does not leave you.
- It will never leave you.
because its me ..in you..on you..and forevermore for you..only you...

copyright*budhaaah*

Hallelujah by Leonard Cohen

Now I've heard there was a secret chord
That David played, and it pleased the Lord
But you don't really care for music, do you?
It goes like this
The fourth, the fifth
The minor fall, the major lift
The baffled king composing Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you
She tied you
To a kitchen chair
She broke your throne, and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

You say I took the name in vain
I don't even know the name
But if I did, well really, what's it to you?
There's a blaze of light
In every word
It doesn't matter which you heard
The holy or the broken Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

I did my best, it wasn't much
I couldn't feel, so I tried to touch
I've told the truth, I didn't come to fool you
And even though
It all went wrong
I'll stand before the Lord of Song
With nothing on my tongue but Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
...

He never....

2011-07-06T22:53:00.000-07:00

He never tried my number
so switching it off was in vain
and how can you be angry with the one
who isnt even aware of your pain..

Oblivious to my being
indifferent of a seed so pure
ignorant to the growing roots
despite the soiled soil of control..

Do you think I could reach him
if I could sift through all his vague strands?
or if the pores of my soul were tighter still?
maybe if softer - still - was the skin of my hands....

copyright*budhaaah*

One shot after ages.

2011-07-06T03:28:00.000-07:00

I had not known that I would pay
for dreaming up a dream..
Now barren - bereft for dreams have died
and I am as empty....

copyright budhaaah
for One shot wednesday

My Ma..

2011-06-10T07:48:00.000-07:00

Give me your beauty
your strength
hold me..heal me
revitalize my soul
with your love my sweet mother
make me whole....

copyright*budhaaah*
for www.thetenthdaugherofmemory.blogspot.com

One shot - where would I be?

2011-05-24T21:54:00.000-07:00

If I had some - and if it be gone
- pray - where would then I 'll be?
the flow will ebb, the beat almost none
and life not - once what it could be....

copyright*budhaaah*
For One Shot Wednesday

black or white..lies be-lie-s..

2011-05-20T10:17:00.000-07:00

Stray pieces of truth opaque in the clear water,
where shadows are solid yet not tangible..
The beam of light takes the layers off bit by bit,
and yet I hope its just the brush that paints you black.

copyright*budhaaah*
for The Tenth Daughter of Memory, a bi-monthly writing/arts competition based on a theme

One shot

2011-05-17T10:53:00.000-07:00

If you are there - and I am here,
and that heap our jumbled up dreams..
are mere twists and gone,
and the spark be lost -
then call it a day - and blame - destiny

copyright*budhaaah*for One Shot Wednesday and Imperfect Prose and the 160 that was

One shot Wednesday

2011-05-10T09:25:00.000-07:00

I see his face
a star strewn sky
a kindred spirit of me
I hear his song - a melody crisp
but a soul less rendering of sighs
his eyes are blank - though his hands are rich
and one could fathom not
why his songs are sung with so much thought
his soul having taken flight....

copyright*budhaaah*
for One shot wednesday
and for 55 G-Man

Sweet spring

2011-05-09T05:06:00.000-07:00

Spring is come
my eyes are dry
though still possessed by thee..

So if spring is here
but you are gone
its all the same to me....

copyright*budhaaah*
For One Stop Poetry Form – a look at RHYME

My Ma....

2011-05-08T09:35:00.000-07:00

You are the soul of my soul
I am the flesh of your flesh
You are therefore I am

In my being you were reborn
yours are the arms that hold me
when I am reduced to a sigh

copyright*budhaaah*
Say something in 160 characters and share with MonkeyMan. Please visit One Stop Poetry as we all celebrate Mothers Day!
and for www.thetenthdaugherofmemory.blogspot.com

friday Poetically..

2011-05-06T02:49:00.000-07:00

Clipped wings, chipped dreams, watery sighs..
Yet on the wings of hope,
and a song I fly....

copyright*budhaaah*
Friday Poetically with Brian Miller

My one shot this wednesday..

2011-05-03T10:53:00.000-07:00

Sweet - I dare not - a jumbled weave
of this intensity,
for what am I - but a forlorn bird -
of a broken dried up tree..

But spring is come and sprouts be seen
on this lump of wood gone dry
the broken at last will be whole again
the bird is free to fly....

copyright*budhaaah*
for one shot wednesday

One shot sunday

2011-05-01T01:59:00.000-07:00

My eyes breathe - for me
my eyes see - and yet I am blind
Salvaged, ravaged, famished and yet savage
they hypnotize..

Joy they know not
are used to insipid sighs
a mere flicker of light for a while
bristling for a life to revolutionize..

my lips are sealed but my eyes will speak
for bound and gagged I am still alive....

copyright*budhaaah*
for one shot sunday picture prompt
—inspired by Rosa Frei’s beautiful work

The 55 sleeps

2011-04-29T01:53:00.000-07:00

I inhale
deep..your scent divine

Rouse me out of my slumber deep
- aye - I have slept
far too long..

Pull me closer,
ever the malleable sigh
to your inhalation divine..

suck me in,
opening my eyes
to your sweet cries..

Been way too long,
now its time to wake up
to your sweet sight....

copyright*budhaaah*
'Sleep' for Brian's theme thursday
Tell a story in 55 words for G-man
and Imperfect prose

the One Shot void..

2011-04-26T10:42:00.000-07:00

the void - gapes
at the emptiness within

the void - apes
the turmoil within

the void - rapes
the peace within

and something dies....

copyright*budhaaah*
for One Shot Wednesday

Aye I know tis Monday

2011-04-25T05:57:00.000-07:00

I am stored
filed away
forgotten..

wear me some cotton
the heat is synthetic
to my pleas

just corrode..my memory
and it will be
easier to sleep..

my deepest sleep....

copyright*budhaaah*
The pictures is by Greg Laychak and is the prompt for One Shoot Sunday.

Friday poetically...

2011-04-22T12:08:00.000-07:00

Ride a teardrop
Carried from the blue pool
Delicious love whispers
His hello to the moon..

Sound of sour pool
Carried a friend
in the magic boat
to a love cold too soon

They said they try only try
Sweet dance in the old school
I danced, drank my sweet
Sour love in teardrop pool

Tonight love dream of
Green beans yellow balloons
Whisper our love dreams
To sweet sweet moon….

copyright*budhaaah*
first attempt arrrghh..for friday poetically

One shot

2011-04-20T09:51:00.000-07:00

long languid nights...
silence sweet bearable made,
if only the heart could weave
- my pain - with your sighs...

copyright*budhaaah*

for one shot wednesday

One shot....

2011-04-12T08:42:00.000-07:00

Between me - and my memories
Stands - time - warped and still
twirling - in sync -
with this silence - my sighs
interspersed and distilled
my thoughts of memories..
sweet memories - warped by time....

copyright*budhaaah*
for one shot wednesday

Sticky..sticky..

2011-04-07T20:55:00.000-07:00

Hot and humid
shirt sticking
to the wet skin..
she walks on
looking for the next whim

it doesnt come easy
dreaming needs a lot
of guts
but inside her
all she can hear
is the sound of her
heart breaking
shrill...

hot and wet
from the heat
the tears coursing down
her broken dreams...

copyright*budhaaah*
Write a story in 55 words and go see G-man -http://g-man-mrknowitall.blogspot.com/

I feel..

2011-04-04T21:11:00.000-07:00

I feel off..and unhappy
not only when things go wrong,
but when - the heart is at spring
no wonder I brood...

copyright*budhaaah*

New York

2011-03-25T22:22:00.000-07:00

I have a friend
Ah been meaning to visit
yes, its long due

she lives in jersey
but all I ever do is catch a wisp of
her Manhattan blues

New York
here I come now
ah booked my ticket
hmm.mm tis true

She told me just yesterday
about how cruel the world is
how self - wrapped they all are
how sick of it all she is

I think she has given up
piping her dreams to smoke
and though she lives in Jersey
t'was of Manhattan she spoke

I need to see what she sees
and put her mind to rest
tell 'er the sun is the same
that shines on her
the moon is as close there as here
one color is true to every place
and every heart pumps the same red

So here I come..have my ticket in hand
oye yes this is so true
for I have to give her a respite
from forever singing the blues...

New York
here I come now
ah booked my ticket
hmm.mm tis true

copyright*budhaaah*

friday poetically..

2011-03-18T03:50:00.000-07:00

Oh fair Gertrude
I am so lost for I have been a fool
Am immersed forever now
In your love
Let not shackled destiny intrude
Gertrude…

copyright*budhaaah*

I found...

2011-03-17T07:31:00.000-07:00

I found that time again..
can follow the eagle high up in the sky,
to cure my lazy eye...

copyright*budhaaah*

They meet again..

2011-03-11T09:08:00.000-08:00

Ah..we meet again,
seems like destiny's playing a fine game..

we meet, then we part..stay apart,
only to meet again..

We played with love,
now love is playing the game

Oh, whats to become of us he said..
this is getting out of my control
come - sweet - let me imbibe your soul...

copyright*budhaaah*
for G-man a story in 55words at http://g-man-mrknowitall.blogspot.com/

Cosmos...

2011-03-09T11:45:00.000-08:00

I reach out to you
you touch my fingertips...
and it is pure bliss

copyrigh*budhaaah*
For Theme thrursday
http://themethursday.blogspot.com

so close...

2011-03-08T08:23:00.002-08:00

loosely scattered yet held close
different petals of one same rose
are your thoughts - sweet - quivering through my soul...

copyright*budhaaah*
for 'one shot wednesday'

done...

2011-03-02T04:24:00.000-08:00

I want to flow free with the river,
fly far upon the wings of the wind..
I want to die so as to live again,
my spirit no longer is a stranger to me...

I am done with kissing frogs - now -
send me a force to reckon with

copyright*budhaaah*
http://onestoppoetry.com/2011/03/one-shot-wednesday-week-35

Haiku

2011-03-01T07:45:00.000-08:00

I pray for me to be whole
even as you burn holes
through my soul...

copyright*budhaaah*

for http://onestoppoetry.com/2011/02/one-stop-poetry-form-a-little-tanka-a-little-haiku.

A song close to my heart...

2011-02-19T00:37:00.000-08:00

The girl who wants to make you laugh,
or the child that makes you cry.
The words that come out thru’ your eyes,
the tears that make you smile.

Tell me - have you ever smiled on tears,
and emotions - that teach you nothing but lies..
have you ever tried to love?
Ever tried to fly??

Tell me ’cause I’m a lonely traveller,
In a land more beautiful than dreams.
Tell me - so that I take back the gift,
- a souvenir of dreams..

Always tried - tried..to be a human
-cried when the child cried,
-wanted always to be oh human,
-turned out to be a machine..

Have always wanted to share my love,
have always been too shy..
Always wanted to share with everyone,
But - failure makes me die..

Save me ”cause I am a lonely traveller,
In a land of barriers and screams.
Save me ’cause I have loved everyone,
In your land - stranger than dreams..

copyright*budhaaah*
For-A Saturday Celebration: Your Past on
http://onestoppoetry.com

A story in 55?

2011-02-18T01:41:00.000-08:00

They met in the metro
and experienced their first kiss
that meeting aah was pure bliss
but life is not lived in a metro
one has to touch base..face reality
so she got down..no choice..
goodbye love..she says
its hard to love..
and be loved in bits and pieces and a whim..

copyright*budhaaah*
If you can write a story in 55 words..tell G-man
http://g-man-mrknowitall.blogspot.com/

I owe you my Valentine

2011-02-16T21:47:00.000-08:00

Tis the worst Valentine I had
Tis the first time I’d hoped,
Had chopped away diligently
The layers of crust surrounding my soul..

Tis the first moonbeam
That has entered my scream,
It was not easy to die
amidst shattered dreams..

T’was the trust of a child
Betrayed by adult fantasy,
Go on now..begone..do not cling
to broken wings of ecstasy…

copyright*budhaaah*
For http://themethursday.blogspot.com/
http://thursdaypoetsrallypoetry.blogspot.com/

And yet...

2011-02-16T00:14:00.000-08:00

My breath is old..my heart ancient
and yet I do not stink and I dont crumble
I have been wrapped up - in mold - a thousand times sold
and yet..here I am gnarled, massively chromed
very much - my own...

copyright*budhaaah*
For http://onestoppoetry.com
one-shot-wednesday-week-33
http://canvaschild.blogspot.com/
http://thursdaypoetsrallypoetry.blogspot.com/

Doorway to Love...

2011-02-13T09:56:00.000-08:00

The depth I need...my soul craves
is a little bit of something
between - love - and hate

copyright*budhaaah*

Sunday sketches - http://bluechairdiary.blogspot.com/,Picture Prompt Challenge http://onestoppoetry.com/(photo prompt -Sean McCormick)
Jingle Poetry Potluck http://jinglepoetry.blogspot.com/2011/02/poetry-potluck-love-bonds-and.html

The birthing of shit..

2011-02-10T09:00:00.000-08:00

Looking inwards
found nothing
but shit

a cesspool
spiralling downwards
till it found release

and splat!
fell flat
on the floor
in a heap

copyright*budhaaah*
For Brian's Theme Thursday at http://themethursday.blogspot.com/

Paints you black..

2011-02-08T21:17:00.000-08:00

Stray pieces of truth opaque in the clear water,
where shadows are solid yet not tangible..
The beam of light takes the layers off bit by bit,
and yet I hope its just the brush that paints you black.

copyright*budhaaah*
for http://onestoppoetry.com/2011/02/one-shot-wednesday-week-32

Blue chair diary

2011-02-06T22:02:00.000-08:00

Putting up an unfinished sketch for Sophia's sunday sketches..

love blues...

2011-02-06T09:44:00.000-08:00

I still ache for you every day
My morning doesn’t open up on me
without showing me your face in its light
My ears don’t hear the birds sing
Till they hear your beautiful laughter..sighs
My eyes…don’t open till they see your smile
till a single drop from them trickles out and dies

copyright*budhaaah*
flash 55 and One Stop Poetry’s Sunday Picture Prompt Challenge.This great prompt was shot by photographer Sean McCormick.
Week 21 Poetry Potluck at jinglepoetry.blogspot.com/,http://carryontuesdayprompt.blogspot.com/

History repeats itself...

2011-02-04T03:36:00.000-08:00

History aint no mystery
yesterday is still today
why waste your time
penning down peace rhyme
when todays gonna turn soon..into yesterday
all over again
History repeats..nope
its we who repeat the mistakes.

copyright*budhaaah*
Celebrating Black History Month with Brian Miller. This is in response to a music prompt that had been given. http://onestoppoetry.com/2011/02/1201.html

Paint - theme thursday

2011-02-03T02:21:00.000-08:00

Paint the town red mixed dregs
just forced pegs of anxiety
Paint the world black,
neurologicalyy flat..Jack in the box beside me

Paint - sweet - my heart white
then pour colors bright for visual impact
let the white evaporate
this colorless fright out of our lives

or use what you may
for it does not matter
I have peace in my heart
and my love is blind..

copyright*budhaaah*

cosmos..

2011-02-02T01:01:00.001-08:00

I reach out to you
you touch my fingertips...
and it is pure bliss

copyright*budhaaah*

breathe in..breathe out..

2011-02-01T00:53:00.000-08:00

He breathes out..exhales me
to the wild breeze..with such ease
did he ever love me?

copyright*budhaaah*

Footprints of Pain - 160/1SS

2011-01-30T06:04:00.000-08:00

I wonder if you still float high
above all the trains-just an arms length from the sky
strategically placed windows/doors leading you nigh
I imagine all that...and cry

copyright*budhaaah*
Tell a story in 160characters for Monkey Man-http://petzoldspracticalprose.blogspot.com/2011/01/sunday-160-penny-for-your-thoughts.html

Theme thursday and Friday poetically

2011-01-28T19:58:00.000-08:00

The way I see it
the way its been
this love force
had wiped clean
my sorrows
my aura cleansed..

Now we have reached a dead end
can no more pretend
that we can go on
unless we turn
whilst there's still light
..take a right..

copyright*budhaaah*
for theme thursdayinspired by beautiful painting of Jonas Gerard
http://jonasgerard.com/

all traces..Friday Flash 55.....

2011-01-27T10:39:00.000-08:00

Oh pure joy it has been
to see and to be seen
with you..I sigh
tis tough saying goodbye
and then it sinks in

something dies within...

You throw away a slip
a parking ticket..a chit..
with a sinking heart - I see - sweet
you erasing all traces
of the day spent with me...

copyright*budhaaah*
Tell a story in 55 words. go see g-man at http://g-man-mrknowitall.blogspot.com/

one shot

2011-01-25T09:27:00.000-08:00

come to me..
Whilst there is light
and the path still be seen
rush to me - rush to me
for soon the darkness will be

whilst there is time - come to me..

copyright*budhaaah*
For http://oneshotpoetry.blogspot.com

Sweet-Are we there yet?

2011-01-23T09:55:00.000-08:00

Full of longing..hope..wild..
trusting..hurting..wanting
we are just little isles
in this vast sea of guile
the sun's been gone too long
seems like an eternal night

copyright*budhaaah*

for Sophia's Sunday Sketches,160, Poetry Potluck and Carry on tuesday, creative teusdays

Theme thursday

2011-01-20T10:05:00.000-08:00

Flip away for I wont keel
Slowly first let me heal
Love is – yet - like a crack in my heel

copyright*budhaaah*

dead years..

2011-01-18T19:11:00.000-08:00

I have just seven / you have but none,
you say 'this journey has just begun,
hold on to my hand,keep looking ahead'
but - sweet - inside I am already dead..

copyright*budhaaah*
For One shot poetry at
http://oneshotpoetry.blogspot.com/2011/01/one-shot-wednesday-poetry-week-29.html

160, one shoot..and poetry Potluck

2011-01-16T20:22:00.000-08:00

Come
Be with me
For an eternity...

Let us not be
Murdered
By reality...

whisper
- tenderly - into my soul
your entry...

Come smile - open your eyes
As you slay
Me gently...

copyright*budhaaah*
For one shoot, 160 and poetry Potluck

2011-01-14T01:04:00.000-08:00

I have been through this
but once before
but never once
met the twain..

now tis my chance
as it yours be
let it not
go in vain..

copyright*budhaaah*

Theme thursday..

2011-01-13T05:02:00.000-08:00

If you take my hand
if you kiss my lips
if our pain merges as me

Then together our dreams can take this flight
and then will halt - at none..

straying from the theme here I apologise in advance :)
http://themethursday.blogspot.com/2011/01/thursday-january-13-2011-jump.html
copyright*budhaaah*

one shot and Potluck

2011-01-12T04:57:00.000-08:00

Your face I hide - sweet - in my mind
your name - quivers through my soul
I said your name - almost - but thrice
and bitter took its toll..

I tread as much - I dare to say
I long for destiny
which comes and spreads
upon my being - sweet -
your identity..

copyright*budhaaah*
for one shot wednesday @ http://oneshotpoetry.blogspot.com/2011/01/one-shot-wednesday-week-28.html and poetry potluck
One Stop Poetry Form Monday-Ballads

Pain...

2011-01-09T09:42:00.000-08:00

Pain - like taking
a walk in the rain..
washing away with tears
- all traces of you -
on me..

copyright*budhaaah*

2011-01-08T07:07:00.000-08:00

Destiny - plays a tough game
- we are putty but in its hands..

If sorrow it is, then sorrow it be
for you - in her grand plan..

fight all you want, cry all you will
it has no heart to feel

and you will have - what you must get
it changes just the brand..

copyright*gugs*

2011-01-03T06:10:00.000-08:00

How odd - the bard
strums without the strings..

how bleak the night
goes without a wink..

how odd the knife
blunt as someone's wit..

sweet - how sharp your words
cut me to the quick.

copyright*budhaaah*

have come this far..

2010-12-30T07:56:00.000-08:00

I have come this far - and then no more
since - my heart - you sang to me
your luscious songs of hope - for my wounded destiny..

copyright*budhaaah*

Another shot I guess..

2010-12-29T07:09:00.000-08:00

I have not yet forgotten
how rude the birds could be
singing songs of ecstasy
that had nothing to do with me

I have not yet looked closer
for the vivid bloom in me
for have not come across
a single eligible bee

early I go to my grave
I have not yet been saved
for my knight in shining armour
Its me you come to slay

copyright*budhaaah*
My shot for 'one shot wednesday' a great platform for poets
http://oneshotpoetry.blogspot.com/

one shot..

2010-12-28T06:28:00.000-08:00

I would not long for baubles
but cherish what remains
of intercepted thoughts
and midnight's entertain

I do not fancy roses
for long before they came
my heart in bloom already
had vast acres of them

I do not long for kisses
as flowery as they be
however deep they drag me
in wells of ecstasy

I do not long for touches
for touches when be gone
I will be left at crossroads
alone...and forlorn

I long for thee, I crave for ye
your breath mingles with mine
forever and evermore
our souls intertwined

copyright*budhaaah*
My shot for 'one shot wednesday' a great platform for poets
http://oneshotpoetry.blogspot.com/

Gives me a bauble...

2010-12-27T10:28:00.000-08:00

You want to be
my precious stone
one that i can - 'Lo and behold!'

Tell me my love
When I am too old
what will I do
with the pretty bauble
when I am all tired..cold?

What will I do
with a precious stone to hold?
when all I want is
a warm warm blanket
wrapped tightly around my soul..

copyright*budhaaah*
posted for Poetry Potluck (Celebrations and Festivities)

2010-12-24T10:52:00.000-08:00

Lo and behold!
the sky aint stark
there be thousands in the sky
- but I miss -
my one star..

copyright*budhaaah*

My one shot ..

2010-12-21T10:00:00.000-08:00

Building bridges
managing ties
getting through the days
we survive

moderation
is the golden mean
it simply avoids
extreme

Unless we be the change
that does not pretend or lie
oh fie fie fie
we will all die

copyright*budhaaah*

For http://oneshotpoetry.blogspot.com/

Reflections, Interpretations and Musings...and the blues

2010-12-19T20:57:00.000-08:00

I have this void in me
that needs, craves
forever.
The only one thing
I need to denounce..yet desire
ignore…and yet fill...

experiencing the intensity,
I let it bathe me with its touch
then shrug
and hey again I - am me -

Smug I have it all figured out
but the void gapes...an endless blue pit
and again pulls me in

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for Jingle W15 - Reflections, Interpretations and Musings...
for http://smilingsally.blogspot.com/

Sunday sketches and 160

2010-12-19T09:51:00.000-08:00

You do not sing love
for me anymore
but then why waste
your breath on me
When there are so many more
That you can lure
With your siren songs
To a sure death of ecstasy

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For one shoot,160 and also Sunday Sketches (hosted by - lovely Sophia)

For theme thursday - map

2010-12-17T01:03:00.000-08:00

And yet I am told
again and again to
'realize' oh when will I realize...

this is what I have to say
that its not in my hand..
let realization unwind
- on the map of my soul -
select its own pace
set its own course
and take its own sweet time

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One shot

2010-12-15T08:42:00.000-08:00

To you my pulsating God
Goes out my pious thought

Smiling, spent
I inhale your scent
Giving vent
- your love -
my sweet intent

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for http://oneshotpoetry.blogspot.com/2010/12/one-shot-wednesday-week-23.html and poetry potluck-'peace,relaxation, and spirituality'

Tuesdays

2010-12-14T08:03:00.000-08:00

insatiable searching
the fear of the unknown
delays the flowering of the soul..

One can reach the truth
But in so many ways
when the heart has begun
the journey of love undone

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http://carryontuesdayprompt.blogspot.com/2010/12/your-prompt-for-tuesday-14th-december.html& http://jinglepoetry.blogspot.com/2010/12/poetry-potluck-hobbies-passions.html

2010-12-12T21:15:00.000-08:00

Today is not the Thanksgiving..but when I feel utterly hopeless, scared and dejected at times like these, I am thankful for this space where I can write, and I am thankful for the friends I made here and the beautiful souls I connected with..the nice sea of humanity out there. It gives me solace and makes me feel as if I can go on if I try..

I feel sad at having missed lovely Sophia's sunday sketches, 160 and one shoot..next time. Its all that I look forward to at times like these

stand the test of time...

2010-12-09T01:14:00.000-08:00

wrapped snugly around ur being,
come love -
Let me inhale your sighs
let me show you
- divine -

Soak it in
Let go of control
Be one with my soul
If you want to feel whole
Be mine - Wrapped in sublime

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One shot

2010-12-07T19:44:00.000-08:00

Listless...goes the day
and yet I crave
- for thee -

My one shot - took the pix from a moving car.
http://oneshotpoetry.blogspot.com/2010/12/one-shot-wednesday-week-23.html

Trying to be creative on a tuesday..

2010-12-07T01:01:00.000-08:00

the festive spirit beckons
my little angel
Its time to wake us both up - and go...

Just a simple portrait of my lil angel done a few years ago (when she was four to be precise)even while she slept...hope it makes the cut :)

Dreams, Visions and Reveries...

2010-12-06T00:48:00.000-08:00

Its not as If
I long for thee
or for your stony heart

The craving in my soul
for you is
love's integral part

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and for http://smilingsally.blogspot.com/

sweet ecstasy

2010-12-04T00:51:00.000-08:00

Never send a song to me - my love
that you did not write for me

It would be an echo from your past
I wasnt a part of
and that you dont want to part with..

She was spread
on your consciousness
when you wrote then -
but you - spread - your wings
when you wrote to me..

Never send a song to me - my love
that you did not write for me.

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2010-12-03T01:59:00.000-08:00

Got the 'The Perfect Poet Award - Poets Rally'
Thank you so much Jingle for this award!
I accept with a huge smile! But since am pretty bad with links so guys Jingle's on my sidebar and couldnt paste the award either.
I nominate 'River' for ths award next week.

This need of mine
if it be simple -
and if simple could- be filled
then darling I soar
above the cries
of wounded ecstasy..

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Stone..

2010-12-02T06:15:00.000-08:00

Steep stone terrain
weak resolve
sweet succour - beckons us all
win we must - or face our crime
- apathy - disdain -
overbearing drive...

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one shot wednesday and photo prompt

2010-12-01T01:35:00.000-08:00

What paradise we lost
for the distance be too long
from my heart to yours
- sweet - all gone

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for 'one shot wednesday' at http://oneshotpoetry.blogspot.com/
'Creative Writing Ink' at http://creativewriting.ie/2010/11/29/writing-prompt-

He kills me, but that is not all..

2010-11-30T01:27:00.000-08:00

our love
starts as spring
trudges down to
the cold of winter
and sadness of fall..

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POETRY POTLUCK - Nature: Plants, Creatures and the Cosmos

2010-11-29T00:01:00.001-08:00

Do you know what is
And can be..
Each creature
is wrapped in
his/her own reality
I hope we can
appreciate all
that there is –
We simply cant tell
the cosmos -
‘I want a Mulligan...a do over
Please’

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One shoot and Sunday sketches..

2010-11-28T10:01:00.000-08:00

Make me whole
Heal
my burning soul..

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For one shoot. And also Sunday Sketches (hosted by - lovely Sophia :)

2010-11-26T10:20:00.000-08:00

If in my mind
he dwells
and that abode his be..

then go heart - begone -
I have no more need
for thee

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Happy Thanksgiving to all my friends..

2010-11-25T00:51:00.000-08:00

Its Thansgiving and Brians been missing from the theme thursday no doubt spending quality time with his family like everyone else this weekend..as it should be spent. Everyone has something to be thankful for in their lives however bleak their life be. I have lost and yet I have you. I am thankful to God for you.

Here is something that I've written today..its a simple piece but reminds of all that we still have in our lives..to hold, cherish whats left..

This Year

Oh don’t go / don’t leave me all torn
Its November now / but its still this year
Come December and one more link with you
will be gone
why does the new year come?
When I am not yet through with the old
Why does this year have to go
My dear father, when I miss you so..

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One shot

2010-11-23T23:06:00.000-08:00

Even as I burn in hell
In sweet turmoil
- becoming whole again -
is the only way
to sum this void

My shot for 'one shot wednesday' a great platform for poets
http://oneshotpoetry.blogspot.com/
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For carry on Tuesday - A gloomy and a windy day

2010-11-23T07:12:00.000-08:00

T’was a cold cold day
Of the demon’s gloomy foray
Out of hiding yet again..he bites
As I cried out in vain
He laughed at my pain
The wail – sweet –
simply got lost
to a windy day

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never ending

2010-11-22T08:50:00.000-08:00

Contemplating
Your face
with my minds gaze
Fingertips
Aching to touch
Unfazed
by reality
in denial
Crazed
Forever..

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Sunday sketches and 160

2010-11-21T08:58:00.000-08:00

Am an empty shell
no use
come take my life
But not my muse
today would not matter to me
a year from now
unhappy, insecure, ashamed
your life would but be
a sorry excuse

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Adam and Eve

2010-11-18T23:33:00.000-08:00

From the divine to just putrid flesh
How could we become
How far we have come..

Once held dear
But now let gone
forsaken..

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theme thursday

2010-11-17T22:28:00.000-08:00

The journey of a thousand words
ended in silence..for you have an appetite for lies
and I serve truth as appetizers..

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one shot

2010-11-16T23:30:00.000-08:00

There is a fultility to my love
but burn I must
and then my sweet
your caress heals
as lips seal
my wound
Oh why do I
wake up ever
from this dream
There's a futility to love/loving
so beautiful and yet..

My shot for 'one shot wednesday' a platform for poets and aspiring poets
http://www.oneshotpoetry.blogspot.com/

2010-11-16T01:41:00.000-08:00

Full speed ahead
thru this night
I know the dawn
is imminent
and its - mine -

2010-11-14T20:30:00.000-08:00

The girl who wants to make you laugh,
or the child that makes you cry.
The words that come out thru’ your eyes,
the tears that make you smile.

Tell me - have you ever smiled on tears,
and emotions - that teach you nothing but lies..
have you ever tried to love?
Ever tried to fly??

Tell me ’cause I’m a lonely traveller,
In a land more beautiful than dreams.
Tell me - so that I take back the gift,
- a souvenir of dreams..

Always tried - tried..to be a human
-cried when the child cried,
-wanted always to be oh human,
-turned out to be a machine..

Have always wanted to share my love,
have always been too shy..
Always wanted to share with everyone,
But - failure makes me die..

Save me ”cause I am a lonely traveller,
In a land of barriers and screams.
Save me ’cause I have loved everyone,
In your land - stranger than dreams..

For 'Sunday sketches' and 'one shoot sunday'
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2010-11-12T09:45:00.000-08:00

Illegitimate
is the sun..
which peeks
through the rain
Begone
for the drops perish
and yours will be
the blame..

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for poetry Potluck

till then relax

2010-11-11T10:45:00.000-08:00

Young at heart
- yet - growing old
a hard days night - and - wavering hope
No promises to keep
still -
wake me up
when the sun is up
- again -
with fun

One shot..

2010-11-09T19:32:00.000-08:00

Fall..gently
to the ground
like leaves

and embrace me
like the earth
for eternity

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2010-11-09T07:28:00.000-08:00

The imaginary confines
of the mind
are harder to break through
Not there and yet..
tis so easy to say its easy
but impossible
to get through

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2010-11-07T11:25:00.000-08:00

In as much in as far
I have never lost that star
I hold it close
and still hope
of a path
where you and I separate and none
with our journey just begun
flower into one

2010-11-06T12:38:00.000-07:00

I see the rings of scope
a dawn of hope
a bridge of ties
on a river quiet

The silken threads
of love's web
snuggled tight

A glint of tears
through the warmth we share
before we get revirginised..

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2010-11-04T09:16:00.000-07:00

A faint wisp of a memory
with my mark on the cusp
dear heart..
break out of that mold..
that rust..

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2010-11-03T09:52:00.000-07:00

I ran towards the light
but couldnt get past
his complicated sun..

The plethora of pink
in his straight lines
didnt let us have
too much fun..

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2010-10-31T10:30:00.000-07:00

Didja say 'love' there?
I like to see love writ
even if in vain..
I love the word 'love'
maybe I love pain..

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