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Post by Dragonheart on Dec 5, 2005 8:37:41 GMT -5
I talk to myself its not a sign of madness Angels are giving me instructions on how to deal with my day to reasure me that Im ok to help me focus on the job ahead and to think about what I have done they are with me every single minute of every single day helping me be the person I am to be stronger, wiser, and loving focussing on the world around me meaning of the truth the love and the light guiding me around the next turn in an ever expanding universe
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Benjybeaver
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Post by Benjybeaver on Dec 8, 2005 22:50:13 GMT -5
A Song about a night of painful drug withdrawal.
[shadow=red,left,300][glow=red,2,300]Looking for Your Eyes Tonight[/glow][/shadow]
Lightning In a bottle front and centered Striking at the pulse of all I see. Another flick of ashes upon the floor find a glory I can’t know.
Fighting Through the storm that I had entered. Writing to a mirror on my knee. I stick the dots and dashes upon the door, mime a story as I go.
I wonder How I ever saw the rising thunder, How I ever saw the night. Passion is a metaphor I find for every broken line.
Night falls In the breach of the horizon. Poison every whisper of my sight Dali paints the melting hands of time for every dying rhyme.
Love never finds me and vanity is rain I am falling through the halo of my lies. Light flashes blind me, and sanity is pain, I wander looking for your eyes tonight.
And this is all I know I know No one ever comes around. And this is all I’ll ever know. Within the desert I am drowned.
Floating On the dream effects of silence, Gloating for the trophy I had won. Another battle fading , wanting more, all the visions seem so far. Exploding Through a scene of sex and violence, Loading all the chambers of my gun. The bullet hits the target like before, leaves a poem and a scar.
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Post by Dragonheart on Dec 9, 2005 5:21:43 GMT -5
thanx Ben...hows everything going with you?
I've just finished reading a book called "A journey home" and I found a lot of thing s in it that paralelled my journey from where I waqs to where I would like to be...
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Post by jane on Dec 10, 2005 14:11:10 GMT -5
that is incredible benjy. really.
*awe*
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Post by softspotforSteve on Dec 10, 2005 22:38:29 GMT -5
The Amusement Park
I stand in line at the turnstile with countless others, All of us waiting for you to let us in I swivel my hips and slide into the bar While looking into the eyes of the ticket-taker. He doesn’t blink, just stares back, sucked dry of all expression. And then at once, I am in yet another line, This one for the main attraction- you, my dear A marvel of science, a goliath of steel, An engineering feat to behold- it is a miracle you can stand upright, let alone propel countless visitors on your tumultuous journey, the one I so eagerly, so foolishly look forward to. Just when I think I can no longer bear the wait, I reach the front. It’s do-or-die time, but I trust you, so I climb into your seemingly secure hold. Before I have time to breathe, you lock down On my chest, my waist, my shoulders- I must go with you now. You do not check to make sure I am prepared, but take off with me forcibly in tow. As you catch the chain to make your glorious ascent, Your racket is quaint, even quirky at first- But you never stop. Looking down at those waiting to be in my place, I have the strange sensation this will turn out alright. Then I look up. With your cacophony nearly deafening, You reach your crest. And I cannot wait for your graceful plummet. Hating this height, yet not sure I want to plummet with you, I can merely grit my teeth as the wind slaps my face. You take me farther down, into a dank tunnel called Home, but you don’t stay long, you are far too busy. Yet already we are back where we started, after really going nowhere at all. I struggle to leave your embrace As the next one climbs into it. You no longer amuse me.
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Post by Dragonheart on Dec 10, 2005 22:52:46 GMT -5
A day to celebrate
Its my birthday today no-one to celebrate it with except my kids running around cleaning up after them I have no time to sit down and think family have all but ignored it the sentemental value has died along with my heart you focus on the other day where families come together and play eat, drink and be merry argue, fight and not be as one each year is the same when will it change for the better or the worse my day to celebrate is dying by each year but the message is not getting any clearer
devistation by the wayside I pick myself up and dust my butt to celebrate my birthday on my own feeling no-one loves me except my kids
Happy birthday to me
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Post by Benjybeaver on Dec 11, 2005 23:58:27 GMT -5
Jane thank you.
A song about finding love.
[shadow=red,left,300][glow=red,2,300]Just Enough to Make You Mine[/glow][/shadow]
Helpless minds that wander Through a labyrinth of cause. Precipitous antagonists Address a myriad of flaws.
Disconcerted prophesies Align malcontented foes, Who measure strength, (subject degrees) In narrations steeped in prose.
(Chorus) I'm calling out your name In a cold embrace of time Just a smile to keep me sane - Just enough to make you mine.
Just two empty hearts that fill The voids each other find. Just the warm embrace that will be just enough to make you mine.
The mountain spectered green and gold, And nighted shrouds of mist. Upon the precipice so old A million lovers kissed.
Once upon a time I knew of Bitter darkness, then the light Of love cascaded down, so true of Heart, crystal clear before my sight.
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Post by Dragonheart on Dec 12, 2005 7:03:21 GMT -5
Jane I have that song which Benjy sent me last year and it is amazing...
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Post by jane on Dec 12, 2005 19:21:54 GMT -5
it looks like it must be, with those words to it
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Post by Dragonheart on Dec 12, 2005 22:01:49 GMT -5
We are me
We are the cells that roam inside our bodies we do all the work while you rest and play we make sure that you are free from any invaders from viruses, bateria, and fungi that make us sick when the immune system is down
we are the cells that make you live, breath and think to laugh, love, in an everlasting link we are programmed with each of your memories that happened from the day you are conceived until the day you die every birthday, christmas, parties, outings the good and the bad there are things we yet to percieve we are the cells that keep you alive without us you could never strive in this world or in the afterlife without us cells you'd be in strife
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Post by Dragonheart on Dec 16, 2005 10:55:02 GMT -5
Memories of torture I am feeling The strength I can muster I can run slowly but not much faster your hands reach me you pull me back my clothes are torn as you rip them off me my innocence has been taken away the purity is gone taken over by fear and lies I cannot hide no longer the fear is now anger and the anger is like a volcano spewing up and over your heartless soul filling your lies with hot moult and lava hardening to make it harder for to hurt people again No more pain, suffering and fear that is now gone far away from here so it will never hurt anyone again My fear has once again returned to live inside you to fester and kill you no love to give no life to live you are dead you will rot you have no heart no chance to redeem yourself you are history as you sit in your ail cell thinking about what you have done placed your hands on me where they should've been I hate you for ruining my life I hope you die So I do not see your evil eyes and the remorseful tears "Please forgive me" you'll cry "I forgive myself rather than you" If I forgive you, I am guilty I am not guilty - you are You stole my innocence and purity nothing will ever bring that back to me - ever!
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Post by Dragonheart on Dec 19, 2005 10:02:29 GMT -5
Uplifting I see the fear - gone I feel the emotion - coming of my shoulders I know I have done the right thing I can be at one with who I am Not to feel scared dragged down by those who ruined it for me I can go on with life knowing what I have done was the right thing not the wrong thing fear is relentless I knew in my heart I could do this In my head- another story I've overcome all adversities negitivity and lonliness I am free of all evil things I can go with life With a bounce in my step And a smile on my face Knowing the acceptance in this place
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Post by Dragonheart on Dec 27, 2005 11:00:11 GMT -5
another poem written on the run (been doing these alot lately)
The Fear Beneath
I fear the love I need the love I need to strive to be at one with who I am in this world of everlasting light We are all to love and not to fight the fight within ourselves that take place each night pushing us beyond our capacities to focus on the birds in flight as they glide along the Great Australian Bight the fear we all have inbedded withing ou cells memories of the good and the bad from our childhood to the times we grew up to be rulers of the next generation to cherish our elders not to ignore them we all sit on the fear beneath that we stand whether its hot or cold sane or old we are here to control our fear to love touch and hear
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Post by Dragonheart on Jan 16, 2006 7:50:29 GMT -5
"My Vision"
I am on a plane for the first time in my life The clouds I see ar big and fluffy one even smiles at me Touch-down is in motion I see Chicago out the window My friend is there to meet me We hug and sing DYB in unison
I attend a BNL concert a concert I have been waiting to see the band play my favourites including "Long way back home" The concert has finished and I am abuzz Wishing I could see them again
Walking towards the buses Anticipation builds to see the band I adore I see them and my legs turn to jelly Ed, Steve, Kevin, Tyler and Jim I get autographs, photos and tell BNL some stories
Then I see him in the distance He walks slowly towards me I cannot stop staring He stops right in front of me Without a word spoken I can feel his heart pound in time with mine He places his hands gently on my face They are warm and mean no harm I am stunned but not afraid Itell him about my past He says softly "you're an inspiration to me" While no-one is looking; he kisses so lovingly
In my head, a tune plays "True loves first kiss" I'm in heaven, not in hell I'm out in the open, not in my shell He opens his heart and his arms I enter feeling the love, warmth and security it brings No more feeling lonely lost or isolated I am now safe in my true love's arms
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Post by Hogey on Jan 23, 2006 7:54:01 GMT -5
Can't remember if I've posted this one before........No title as titles take way too much effort.
For you the image of my life must fall I must embrace the truth lay down my fear. Express the creativity that burns through my vains Release all anguish and empty my soul. Never ask me to vacate my life. To endure pleasure for a phantom kick. Remove the barriers that surround my being Explore my heart but leave it untouched. I am the enigma wrapped in mystery, Seek not understanding but compassion.
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