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Post by flipdog3000 on Aug 14, 2005 22:31:07 GMT -5
Here we go.
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Post by iled on Aug 14, 2005 23:23:22 GMT -5
nothing there flipdog!
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Post by flipdog3000 on Aug 14, 2005 23:31:19 GMT -5
I know. It was just a "Here we go" as in "Here we go with the next thread"
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Post by Dragonheart on Aug 15, 2005 7:56:59 GMT -5
My City
Isolated, vast distances from anywhere Surrounded by ocean to the west Many deserts to the east 2 million people including me
founded by the British in 1829 Named by a Scottish man Leafy, serene, spacious not many big buildings
I go for a walk through the many parks stroll along the swan river see the dolphins playing the fish jumping
ferries crossing the river taking tourists & school kids to the zoo trams to Kings Park
I sit under a big tree in Supreme Court gardens glorious summers day I read a book Peaceful and yet boisterious Camera crews jostling for position
watching the birds fly across the beautiful blue sky I wonder back home Catch a train to my stop wait for a bus takes me to my front door
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Post by BeiNtelligentLater on Aug 15, 2005 9:38:17 GMT -5
Dragon I really like that one. It paints a lovely picture, and makes me think a visit to Perth would be well worth the trip.
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Post by Dragonheart on Aug 15, 2005 19:37:41 GMT -5
and you've got a tour guide to boot
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Post by jane on Aug 21, 2005 19:18:53 GMT -5
to be honest with you i felt alot better about things after i told you everything i was thinking i felt like things had changed for me like i could live with myself and with you, as the person you are and i guess always have been reading your words kinda poured salt on my slowly healing wounds but the sting doesn't last, i wash it off with my forgiveness there is no one else but i don't see that as a bad thing i'm moving on, but i'm not ready for anyone else just yet there is no grudge, no lust for revenge of my ravished heart if you are alone, its because you chose to be thats fine, if thats what you want i could never live that way, but thats just me it was good, in fact i thought it was great but it was good before that too and it will be good again anything that is better for you makes me happier than you can imagine i guess maybe you never figured out how my heart works i don't live in a world of pretend because it was real and i hope you find your way back there one day with someone who can convince you to stay since it wasn't me i respect you for respecting yourself something i never did accomplish i can't help but be proud of you and of myself for being a part of that even if it meant that i had to be what it took for you to realize that i sacrifice myself because you are in my heart though you aren't the only one there you don't have to be my life or my world to have my love i give it freely to those i think deserve it that will catch up with me eventually it already has i'm going to protect myself better now but the pain doesnt and never did outwiegh the joy
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Post by Dragonheart on Aug 21, 2005 20:32:53 GMT -5
The first step is the hardest....
The pain and the trauma Lives with me everyday I had the monkey on my back I can't live this way I get my head inline with my heart To make the hardest call Now it is start I can no longer need to fall Now pandoras box has got its key Its sitting in its lock Walking alone down the path Stepping in time with the clock I feel the love with friends near and far To have this many concerns Its like looking at the stars
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Post by Dragonheart on Aug 23, 2005 2:40:32 GMT -5
I started to write something but I cannot fight the nerves, that I have atm..
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Post by iled on Aug 27, 2005 0:17:54 GMT -5
I wish I could take credit for this, perhaps my favourite poem, it really makes you think about life and love! Written by - Oriah Mountain Dreamer
It doesn't interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing.
It doesn't interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love for your dream for the adventure of being alive.
It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon... I want to know if you have touched the centre of your own sorrow if you have been opened by life's betrayals or have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain.
I want to know if you can sit with pain mine or your own without moving to hide it or fade it or fix it.
I want to know if you can be with joy mine or your own if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful be realistic remember the limitations of being human.
It doesn't interest me if the story you are telling me is true. I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself. If you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul. If you can be faithless and therefore trustworthy.
I want to know if you can see Beauty even when it is not pretty every day. And if you can source your own life from its presence.
I want to know if you can live with failure yours and mine and still stand at the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, “ Yes .”
It doesn't interest me to know where you live or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up after the night of grief and despair weary and bruised to the bone and do what needs to be done to feed the children.
It doesn't interest me who you know or how you came to be here. I want to know if you will stand in the centre of the fire with me and not shrink back.
It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom you have studied. I want to know what sustains you from the inside when all else falls away.
I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments
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Post by Dragonheart on Aug 27, 2005 10:29:26 GMT -5
This is dedicated to a family who didn't care if I was alive or dead...
My heart is littered with lies from a family who do not care they left me in the gutter to fade into oblivion nothing there but sand and dust as well as a bit of rust sucked up into a road sweeper to thown into a bin never to see the light of day as it fades away now I grow and stand up feeling that revenge is near Im not full of fear as I walk away I won't even say c-ya!
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Post by jane on Aug 27, 2005 21:23:20 GMT -5
i like it DH. but that first one you posted...that was amazing.
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Post by Dragonheart on Aug 28, 2005 1:22:10 GMT -5
I felt that this is how I felt at the time I wrote it, and still have that anger building up inside of me, which I need to release sometime soon...
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Post by jane on Aug 28, 2005 9:21:24 GMT -5
and iled...thats just....wow
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Post by iled on Aug 28, 2005 23:05:14 GMT -5
isn' t that great jane, we had a work conference and we had the Drum Cafe there ( you should check the website www.drumcafe.com I think) and he had about 500 of us playing the drums and then he read this poem, it was moving and inspiring and I love to share it because it got me to the bone. Glad you like it!
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