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Post by riverman on Jun 2, 2006 21:03:38 GMT
Thanks for your encouragement , I will look into some places that may seek out " Ramblers " such as me . I'll post some more as they come...
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Post by riverman on Jun 4, 2006 1:22:07 GMT
Stream of thought on 6/2/06
I walk the path hard tread no light of ego to let go of this bed stained sheets sorry red half of life is always death
I saw them all today their granduer never fades clinging to the last of youth painted up like corpses they steal the little of what's left barking dogs in the halls see them hiding in dark doorways they want to stay..they want to stay
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Post by riverman on Jun 6, 2006 5:15:17 GMT
The Insider
Downtrodden frogs waiting for that kiss The prince of quiet greatness
Living in some other life always inside A child in the sun all but gone
Examining the pieces of a tragic demise I know~ it's quiet inside
I'll tell you there is hope and maybe I don't know If you would open your window The plants would begin to grow
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Post by riverman on Jun 6, 2006 23:02:12 GMT
Sorrows grip the guilty heart moreso than the puerile one
Years of woodshedding self abuse will there be an innocent among us I hope someday they will know the truth
Who can hold the cross Who can share the burden of all these twisted potentialities The sun will rise from the green grass it's grown. All the trees will finaly stop walking and then it will all be understood.
The raging this has been~ had better+ have been+ for the good. No more questions~ sorrow's absent heart is on a plane vacating it's vacation. Work will soon begin again. You may breath a sigh of relief, dawn has brought us home So hello to our little red friend.
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Post by riverman on Jun 7, 2006 2:39:33 GMT
Humble King
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In some ancient city behind the oft scaled walls a king held court in such an innocent way.
The king did not know his power he went around in circles begging for this or that.
He was loved ~ he felt by many or was it only some. Though he feared only one What was fear to a king who did not know he was one.
No true court lavish with amenities only dreams and the most precious gifts Love and Hope
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Post by riverman on Jun 8, 2006 2:23:44 GMT
Desperate here I cling to a lost and ancient thing The memory of some being or some other way to be
more distance has grown between me and those newly sprouted seeds~nurtured in sun with love and trees for shade and strength
beyond boundary and skin~only nature the mind within
The trees have fallen the sun has burned hotter leaving the leaves forever to wither the sweltering dying seed seems to be all I can see.
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Post by riverman on Jun 11, 2006 17:04:23 GMT
Church steeples press toward the sky
Sleep away sorrows ~ sleep away life
Eyes see no truth ~ no more truth take it all away
Bliss me with ignorance Bless me ...
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Post by riverman on Jun 15, 2006 1:54:47 GMT
With laser pointed accuracy The features of your ending become all to clear. The will to fight has vanished , Where's that sense of injury , locked up in the desperate tragic the jury has shaken the spear
proportions of weight lean on the misguided sentence The course is irreversible , if the earth should be my Lear
Can we pull ease ~ and dance back to the light.
Can eyes heal after breaking hearts so long taking in the pictures of all the desperate pleading none to lend but needing a hand that heals all karma bad guy games
prophet you . Is anyone perfect step light on the earth ~ remember it's a pen
from which to ascend
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Post by riverman on Jun 16, 2006 2:32:12 GMT
The changing of the leaves just one more degree is all that we can see
They are changing all around us something even more brilliant finds it's calling among it's new ending ~ the beginning of a new end
Truly all~ my dear, takes part in this near changing of the pattern of footsteps that haunt the wakened
Why is the darkness more visible than the light? how will any thing ever dawn or come to life While the sleepers sleep tonight
In The Darkness Of The bloom
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Post by riverman on Jun 16, 2006 2:34:02 GMT
I will close me eyes give my fair dread to the sky never question why I should live without my eyes The dark parts will be left behind Will the light come through in time?
Hopes fed on fear, delussion is so near , the easy way too clear If you can hear ~ meet me there.
You know where..
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Post by riverman on Jun 16, 2006 2:36:56 GMT
To you I am the steady rock solid santa If only in my dream
To me I am the only if only it's to me.
That is a lie to me I am no one and no one wants to be
To me to know someone like you is a dream
To you I have wishes that your heart will not bleed all I ask of you ~ I know it's all for me.
I think I'm going to cry now you've seen all you wanted to see My heart can't take your rejection please just leave me to be
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Post by riverman on Jun 17, 2006 3:37:27 GMT
When we danced as children ~ round and round restless tedium never invaded hope sprang forth with action ~ put us on a joyeous path filled with possibilty
Things have changed , for me anyway joyless occupation is driving me inane passion and vision are gifts of the unjadded
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Post by riverman on Jun 17, 2006 3:54:51 GMT
1 to 1 1 against 0 11 ovso
Yet still remain shuttered and shattered stooping low from the size of your laundress head sinking into the shrinking of your fractured soul
In some words we say we worship, instead we love money and material ~ the new security
The mindstormers sell you all this plastic sanity All evolutionaries take power by exerting weakness over it , draining it strength.
Some seem quite confident ~ are we really so clever to erase the human face
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Post by riverman on Jun 17, 2006 4:07:57 GMT
Bare your heart at any moment when the time is right always watchful of the ominous minions omnipotent guards
The lighted eye can see through the glass house soul Even through your intelect you are still quite borish and unrefined
The philosophers conviction an ancient mystery disease one nature just above to kill your ilk by righteous intention
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Post by riverman on Jun 17, 2006 4:16:31 GMT
A man's heart fell it was the fall of his life never felt so wrong his truth was too much to mourn the crumbling deeds of his yesterday sorrow
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Post by riverman on Jun 17, 2006 4:23:30 GMT
The Fold {I Won't Go} drone
Weaker Animals catch your breath be forgiven for being less all the construction is an obstruction to the path we truly seek in the meantime pretend that I am happy fain this smile everlasting
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Post by riverman on Jun 19, 2006 1:22:29 GMT
to her on his day
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Looking through the window on those cold nights waiting for you to come home . I always thought the worst would happen I was a pessimist from early on
I'd walk the streets like a bullet searching for you ~you'd laugh at my nerveous heart
You always told me nothing to you would happen ~ I'd worry any way Years later I realized why I was so afraid You were everything to me back then I needed you like oxygen
Couldn't bare a world without you It's been some years ~ years since I felt that way ~ it's only natural that a boy's needs would fade.
I still love you anyway
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Post by riverman on Jun 20, 2006 1:21:36 GMT
UNIFYI
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All madman dancing poet junkie prophets leave by this roadside all your late fears The time is nigh to enter the masters homeland
The place that gave birth to our King without country his majesty's reign has led men to answers without question His life of perfection and the deeds in him we should keep .
Blood by the vestal lady lambs' child hearts can weep ~ all sorrows for her plight Young girls sad martyrs pushing out the light
Tiny miracle vessel ~ so much potential All of our sins are given for the blood of a natural life .
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Post by riverman on Jun 20, 2006 1:26:14 GMT
there are 11 la's in the smurf song
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Post by Shan on Jun 20, 2006 21:39:50 GMT
OK, I've just got to say it in this thread too. Love your work. Post all that you want to. We have no problem with it at all. Even thought I haven't said so recently, I do read them and I like what I read.
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