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reflection
13:15 Jun 20 2007
Times Read: 891




"Through a mirror I see myself as an image of self, projected back at me. Yet this is an outward reflection, that says little of who I actually am: for that I listen to the feedback of others, like those I find in a place such as this."

commonalities
23:58 Jun 18 2007
Times Read: 899

"Having entered these doors with a desire

to listen to others who think similarly, you

might find long held views countered and

questioned, as you travel from one thread to another: and whether or not you agree, you will see and learn of things which may open your eyes, if you wish to allow it."

connections
15:04 Jun 18 2007
Times Read: 903

"Seeking connections with people, to see if they might want to know you, or rather,

you might want to know them; one often

looks for commonalities.



Yet, there is one thing for certain; the lack of certainty you may find, from your fellows, in their desire to learn."

embarrassing Angelus
14:55 Jun 18 2007
Times Read: 905

"As eloquence pours from the mouths

of my friends, my ears burn, as they

take turn in their mutual delight, of

embarrassing Angelus…"

chosen
14:31 Jun 17 2007
Times Read: 910

"With opinion shared with people who cared, I wandered from thread to thread, sharing words, with people I’ve chosen to know."

Endless Flight
23:27 Jun 13 2007
Times Read: 924

~ Written for a Lady to enjoy ~





Endless Flight





With a slow beat of it’s massive wings,

this Behemoth rises high, over snow-clad

peaks, as it sweeps its passage through

an azure sky towards the crimson

setting sun; its long neck craning, eyes

seeking into the distance, as the beast

continues onward.



Its strong heartbeat as slow the wings

that hold it aloft, it snorts heavily,

labouring somewhat, in the thin air;

so, drawing back its wings, the beast

begins to dive earthward, as it begins

its descent; then nearing the ground

it unfurls its wide wings, to arc back

toward the sky, with a quick flick of

its powerful tail.



And, as the wings beat to a resonant

flow, the animal’s eyes glance back

and across the open plain below; and

its shadow falls across the herds of

bison below, creating panic amongst

them, driving them madly to the left

and right, as they run from the shadow,

of the dragons flight above.



Alone for many years, it has soared the

skies the master of all it surveys,

a creature of myth to some, of awe to

others, the dragon wishes to find a mate,

before its time passes.



Yet, for now its content to be what it is,

the King of its element air, for which it

is known, the great and wonderful

mythical beast.

and she’d retorted
14:47 Jun 09 2007
Times Read: 939

I’d said what I had and she’d retorted,

“You’re a romantic’ and I don’t know

if it were a comment, or question.

But, either way, I’d rather this, as is Now,

than cold and in pain, as I had been…

So, I’m neither, I’m a romantic.

Aural Vision
23:46 Jun 07 2007
Times Read: 946

Can you see as I can see?

Will you listen, as I listen

to you? As I tell you of the

things that I see…

Cinderella-Man
11:26 Jun 06 2007
Times Read: 953




I often wait till I really have to go

my eyes roving back and forth

to see if what I want can be seen

an the picture of you, on the screen:

and though I leave, it’ll be with a light

heart, as I know I’ve seen your face.











Dedicated here, to a Lady Wordsmith

Wordpro thoughts.
11:20 Jun 06 2007
Times Read: 954






A press of a key and a blank document opens; the white of the page glaring at me, just waiting for my fingers to move; daring me to open my heart and write what I find there, no matter what that is, it needs to be said now, to empty my mind, before I head for bed, my heart full, of thoughts so kind.

sand, or rock?
11:19 Jun 06 2007
Times Read: 955




I spent last night thinking of friendship

and I gave myself a fright, as I recalled

just how much it means to me.



Without it I’m lost, yet with it I’m

dependant on someone else, which

has me terrified.



For those I have known well have let me

down, betrayed me and cheated; so now

I feel nothing but doubt.



So now, I look to each foundation block

laid and wonder, whether its been placed

onto sand, or rock.



Yet if nothing else, these feelings of mine

are really good for what sometimes ills me,

and that damned writers block.

A miasma of memory
11:14 Jun 06 2007
Times Read: 956






Looking out the front window I realise I’ve seen

that beat up VW Beetle before, as a child, about

forty odd years ago, when I had less cares and

many more hairs than I have as I look out at that

old beat-up VW Beetle, out on the street, back

where the memories meet this moment of now,

when I was young and always up for dares.



Fingers held the window ledge; as I stood proud,

aware that my Father was there to watch me, walk from her to him, so with eyes I blue, I called to you in the shadows of my memory, with need of a time where the now of the moment is as sweet as the past.



Till then I scrawl on the metaphorical wall, in letters so high that they reach to the sky, with words that flow of a desire untold, of what I want to achieve, before I am told old for it to matter anymore: and long before I am called a liar, for having committed that greatest of sin, that of omission of self; so I let words slowly unfold and say, what needs to be said, of that which I wish to be read; ideally, before I am dead…

ousider, looking in
00:51 Jun 03 2007
Times Read: 965

I don't want to be an ousider, looking in; or an insider looking out; but want to participate, on simple ground rules:



treat me and my family and friends, as you would want to be treated.

I am..
15:37 Jun 02 2007
Times Read: 968

I'm a Wirral Squirrel,

from

the insular Penninsular!!