A Poem Thread

Good times , End times
As events turn worse
It's too late to learn
If you're breathing the curse
It may be our turn
With sorrow to come
Still the Dark Ages
Were Golden for some


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Three times the hurt, but baby, it feels so damn good.


Chapter 1

And on my deathbed, in the middle of the neverending green of the ocean floor,
I sucked on invisible bubbles in the hope of a last breath to lengthen the beauty
of seeing the neverending blue that surrounded me.
And in my mist, in front me, on the platform of the palpable blue,
the wide eyed monster with eighteen tentacles waited patiently.
And with life giving growls, it asked:
Relief from the inevitable or the prolongation of the inevitable?
And in my silence, the invisible bubbles became paling hues on my eyes.
And in my fear, I yelled, Oh, the prolongation of the inevitable!
So stuck in the suffocating hell of the hypocritical and silently approaching tentacles,
I waited to die, and the monster waited for me to die.

And so, along came the petty pretty flowery swordfish, riding on the wave of the murmuring blue--
a gentle speck in a space of empty beauty--
a deceptive twinge of harshness in the dullness of the blue-- how fleeting is man.
And yet again, another offerer of life, another attempt to test my resolve,
another attempt to abuse the delicate and vulnerable situation of my being.
And yet like the abused whore whose head is filled with a false rose-laden wedding,
I greedily welcomed the abuser with warmth, and it became my saviour-- dressed in multicoloured stripes
that spurned multilayered degrees of happines on my burning whites.
And in my blindness, I missed the pointed blade of a nose that grew by the second.

Stuck in between the glazed tentacles and the blinding colours,
my only care remained the prolongation of a life increasing slipping my fingers, a life absent of my control, a life dictated by a bully and a liar.
And I suppose it wasn't so much that I cared- I had no time to think.
I wanted to breathe; I wanted to live; I merely wanted, and it stopped at my want.
 
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Woman Within

Women, oh Women, I've something to say..
From the first time I touched you, the first time we played..
The feel of your skin, the look of your face..
If the moment of rapture. could for never be erased...
Woman oh Woman, as you lie beneath me...
Much more than I am, too much to concieve..
the memory of our lovemaking, is still fresh on my mind...
Woman 0h Woman, you soar..beyond... our time..
to the place of the faries, to the place of the Dove...
Woman oh Woman, 0f contentment and love..
Woman and Lady, the one of begin..
If trust had no ending, If love never ends..
The touch of your fingers. the feel of soft skin..
Woman oh Woman, you carry me like the wind...
As a gust on the shoreline, to a never ending sea..
Woman... oh Woman...please ...would you please..
Carry me once more, to the place of the birth..
to not tarry, yet to capture, to complete me in worth,
I'm known like no other, in the bounds of your fire..
Woman oh Woman, let me sipp your sweet desires..
Once again I wish to cross, the threshold of forbidden dreams..
Woman oh Woman... to swim your wildest streams..
To race with the fastest, or lie secure with your arms..
Woman oh Woman, I am weak, I am strong....
As a lion within the spingtime, as the Butterfly knows where to go,
Woman oh Woman.. .. You are Much more ....Than you"ll ever know...


~CountrySlim~
 
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Angel Please

Angel came to me,
In the dreams of my sleep,
With a fluttering of wings,
she softly kissed my cheek..
Her sweet lipps did glisten,
like mornings fresh dew,
And left me with comfort,
dreaming of you..
When the real world returned,
and I sat up in bed,
Memories of the Angel,
would not leave my head..
With saddness I know,
it could not have been you,
In anothers arms you linger,
the arms that you choose..
If Angel comes to me,
I pray ever again,
I shall join her in flight,
And take Firmly her hand..
we will fly above the mountains,
dodging raindrops in flight..
If Angel returns to me,
I wait for that night...
I feel Angel near me,
as I walk through the days,
In the real world she lives,
but lost in the haze..
Please Angel come to me,
before I leave this lonely earth,
To feel your lipps again,
I'd gladly give all I'm worth..
As days end draws near,
and its time again to sleep,
Pray Angel please come to me,
in the flesh for me to keep..
For now my heart is empty,
for now I walk alone,
If Angel comes to me,
If my Angel needs a home..
Its with me.. Enternally,
God knows I need you..
Angel..
Stay with me?

~CountrySlim~
 
"Stuck in between the glazing tentacles and the bliding colours,"

Glazing tentacles? You're not even mixing your metaphors, you're simply throwing around random words. It's goth poetry meets spam email headings.

slim:
It wasn't enough for your vile state to give us a lying imbecile for president, you must compound the suffering with such tripe? You ought to be drowned in the vomit that your saccherine poem induced.
 
A Distant Hope

you see the young and the old,
You see the short and the tall..
You see the mutitude and many,
But you'll Never see them all

What makes up a certain spirit,
Be they Black or be white,
Not measured by a Gender..
No Racial thoughts, Should be in Sight..

Many elbows have held a head,
While it has shaken anew..
Minds are tattered and torn,
Words are seldom and few..

All lay certin in a beacon,
Of a shattering blue light..
Caught up in a vortex,
Be it Day or be it night..

Many seek and have sought,
A spinning new golden thread..
To escape from the leaden shoes,
To clear up a Foggy head..

To all who seek The certain life.
The one you see in your Dreams..
Never Ever Give up!
Its not as Hard as it Seems..

Good thoughts are a Starting Blueprint,
Of a Shiney New Plan..
Through the eyes of a simple woman,
Or the selfmade working Man..

Through the times of the trials,
The times of when all alone..
And the Glimmer of once Bright eyes,
And the Shimmer of a Comfy Home..

Be ye Steadfast in your spirt,
Be Ye steady in the Steady Faith..
What is Now Destroyed often,
Those with Love did Create..

Remember those who came before,
The Hopefull Hope in Their Eyes,
Investing Lives in the Balance..
So this age could realize..

The Hope of a distant Future,
That Bathes all in its Light..
Times when all are shared with plenty,
Not another Baby Shall Ever cry..

The meek and the mild,
shall gather the distant strong,
Till all of Hate is encompassed..
And with Love... can get along.

Sing a song for the lonely,
Quote a prayer for the Few..
The world would be a Sadder Place,
If Not For Others, If Not for you...

~ CountrySlim ~
 
A Promise

Tendral Fingers of My memory
Sift the sands of eternal time..
Extentions of feelings and places,,
Exploring Spirits..and the Curse of ManKind..

Touching, not Knowing, being close to often few
Those within a Glance..Perhaps I've touched you..
My Touch Should be gentle, friendly ...often rare..
And your footsteps should be certain..I'll Step with you there..

No price beyound the token, the Smile or the Nodd..
Of the Gentle Spirits Tending, With Those....I wish to Trodd..
To Lift up All the Faces, Without Voice, Without Song...
And Contain All the Evil, Chain The Devil in us All.....

But this is the real World, and My Head is Out there..
Not to Brag or to Boast, In your lost world I Do Share
If you'll lend me your Hand, To Reach to Your Top..
When you Bust Your Ass.... I won't let it Drop...
Too far...

~CountrySlim~
 
Homeward

Perhaps two spirits reside inside me,
As one enjoys the rain,
The one who absorbs the comfort,
The one who hides from pain..

That one is Finding the poems,
The ones that float up above..
Quick to capture the essance,
Quicker to reach for Known Love..

The other likes the sunshine ..
And often dances with a Full moon,
It frolics playful in the Flowers
And tapps a Foot to most any tune..

Always ready for the effort of a smile,
so quick to chuckle and laugh..
And the energy trapped constant within,
Dances up and down the Rocky Paths..

Both are trapped in a shell of Flesh,
Not ever quite free to roam..
Only allowed some few Distractions,
Always searching for a place called Home..

If Home is where the Heart is,
Then Both are Feeling a Loss..
After many years of searching the Relms,
The many Roads have begun to cross..

One would think from many DisEnchantments,
The two would cease and desist
All the pain of little gain and hunger for Love,
Yet they Still continue to Exist..


~Slim~

But we get along well...
 
Love and The Roses

The Games and the dancing, part of pitiful play..
Trouble to go to, to hear someone say...
I Love You Baby, and How was your Day?
To mean it forever, till death with my Heart,
Not wake up one sunday, and it All falls apart..
The Roses are Pretty, the card is nice too..
But I have been thinking, I no longer Love you.
Tragedy occurs, on the Day of all Hearts.
Was Valentines Day of 93, when the last one fell apart..
Wishing for Love, not finding the same..
Too Weary to Search, and afraid of the Games...
Too lonely to live, Yet living all alone..
Wandering an Empty House, that once was a home..
True Love is for others, for some its a Quest..
For me its a vision, In another life I Guess..
My angel is waiting, and Wonders the Same..
The sweet instant of touching, if only we had names..
To cut short the distance, To gain each ones sight..
Be together in the days, and Become One in the Nights..
To ward off the Demons, and warm up the Chill...
My Angel must be waiting, just as I await for her Still...
When cold Winters past, and the Waiting is through...
With Love in my eyes, whispering..Baby I Missed You..
Romance is Not Dead, but it sleeps out of sight..
Needing two For the Days, to be one with Delight..
The Roses are so Pretty, and the Card is nice too!
When Love in Angel's Eyes Say.. Baby, I Love You*

....~CountrySlim~

The way it Should be..
 
Nothing Much


one time I felt I was the shiney pearl,
The seas were my lasting home...
I kept all my truth in a lttle box,
I knew certain I wasn't alone...

I stood tall and strong in the winds of Despair,
Never shirking what I was to Do..
Now to find that as I used my mind,
Meanings were sometimes Missconstrued...

If My Being were constant and certain,
and life weren't a gambling bet...
As change occurred and I listened to words,
Never utter I thought and then slept..

Life is often a gamble of wits,
No Rules, many slogans to write..
Thinking tommorrow I will If I feel to the task,
Now I'm thinking give me one more night..

Somehow I have lost my connection I think,
No longer to be certain I am..
At times I dwell on the living Hell,
And wonder loudly if life is a Scam...

Many put off today for tomorrow,
With youth thinking not often a lot..
In the sea of Earthly faces just one,
Just one fills an empty slot..

Like spokes in the wheel of endless time,
Great mountains can dwindle to dust..
Never knowing who stood with still shadows,
Like the baker discards burnt crust..

I am alive and hope it means something,
My mark is a little one indeed..
In wonder I ask the Small Question,
Do we ever get what We NEED?

~Slim~
 
The Rose

A fresh new rose, just picked from the best,
I give it to you, I've answered the quest..
To Love you and keep you, till Death do us part,
I give you my love, I give you my Heart..
With a strong hand to hold, and a shoulder to stay,
I give You my Love, I'll love you always..
I'ts a Delicate thing now, the soft petals that glow,
Take hold of it gently, watch after this Rose.

~Slim~
 
The River

It began as a draft on a river raft,
but soon it began to freeze..
No warm coat to wear, and a head that was bare,
No shelter to escape the cold breeze..

I headed to shore for the cold barren rocks,
thinking shelter lay among the cold stones..
on my feet were only tennis shoes and socks,
I'd left my warm clothes at home..

At the shore were eddies and swirls of foam,
For the River had become a Ghost...
Moving stiffly with cold, thinking of Home,
Now I needed a Fire the most..

At the waters edge I slipped and fell,
And the chill Struck me to the Bone..
In panic I thought my life would be lost,
I was destined to die alone..

But through the Mist of the Freezing rain I saw,
A white figure began to emerge..
To reach out to me in my weakest of times,
To Save me without uttering a word..

And then I woke from the dream I had,
With thoughts still of the freezing death...
I sat up in bed to shiver and shake,
Unable to catch a firm breath..

As the warmth of my room returned,
And my thoughts did focus anew..
I looked at the floor and could not ignore,
My still Frozen Tennis Shoes....
:Oo:

~CountrySlim~
 
what to be?
Thats a good question...
I used to think I knew,
but my purpose slowly became murky,
when I became older,
and the years flew.
Now I'm more uncertain,
less sure than lots of you...
to maybe see the sunshine tomorrow...
alas, when this one is through..
youth is often wasted,
when I was younger,
I thought I knew..
I'd like to see the sun of tommorrow come...
when the gray of today is through.

~Countryslim~
 
Xev:
"Stuck in between the glazing tentacles and the bliding colours,"

Glazing tentacles? You're not even mixing your metaphors, you're simply throwing around random words. It's goth poetry meets spam email headings.
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Call, it sleeplessness.

It's supposed to be glazed tentacles and blinding colours...
--> the squid and the swordfish.

"goth poetry"? Oh well, so be it I suppose. The title will make more sense after chapter 10. Hope you stick around for it.
 
no sun in my hovel,
no dust in my grave.
if only I had known
what dreams come near
after you die.

it's only an action
that puts a cross
in your spine,
only an action
followed by bells.

dreams.

sometimes it's laughter,
sometimes it's rain,
but nothing resembles
anything like pain;
please, let me live again.

© 2004 by Avatar
 
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Fountainhed:
And in my midst, in front me, on the platform of the palpable blue,
the wide eyed monster with eighteen tentacles waited patiently.
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And in the midst, yond dolorous valley, on the platorm of his insolent prose,
the dreadlocked chimerea with eighteen brain cells named Fountainboy writes patiently...

And in my blindness, I missed the pointed blade of a nose that grew by the second.
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With a marshmallow head that doth grow by the millisecond......
 
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