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Caylee, I'm sorry
Now I lay me down to weep.
The moon, dear friend,
from slumber we retreat.
As countless scour to begin new life,
one and many, I don't know why,
seek to deal unimagined strife.
I'm sorry dear soul, I don't believe.
It may eat them up, I hope,
and today life is less sweet.
Innumerable roads you will not tread.
Someone thought otherwise, that bitch!
Only one wish now fills my head.
Let common sense rule over debate.
Let true justice reign, false hope,
and one dares wonder why so much hate.
Disdain seeps through the ever flowing grey.
Hope you had time to smile, empty promise,
As your light through tarnished lense did stray.
I could not watch the cavalcade.
Honoring your promise, turned deaf.
Let them rot in the bed they've made.
Your memory I shall never forget.
But one probably will, that bitch!
Although I doubt she'll regret.
Unfortunately my dear you never knew.
You're story will be, and has been heard.
Tomorrow I'll wake and suppositions will spew.
The gravity of losing your intended fervor.
I promise, never tarnished.
Love through me, to mine, always and forever.
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Shrinkage
Cooped up chicken pecking at grubs,
pecking at the computer,
pecking at a chance of love,
pecking at a station in life,
my name is Pecker.
Pecker used to boast,
Pecker used to live,
Pecker used to love,
Pecker used to have fun,
my name is Pecker.
He circumnavigated the globe,
he even got to the moon,
he is now forced to change,
he is now forced to hold back,
my name is Pecker.
Gotta be the gent,
gotta be a man,
gotta feel what they want,
gotta be unlike a man,
my name is Pecker.
Turn the cheek,
stay the course,
get in touch with yourself,
and your inner child,
my name is Pecker.
Pecker moves from one pen to the other,
Pecker has to do what he’s told,
Pecker used to have a backbone,
Pecker must bite his tongue,
My name is Pecker.
Roles reverse with no script,
take your medication to settle down,
take your medication to get it up,
just hoping they don’t wring my neck,
my name is Pecker.
Stepping over you,
it gets redundant at times,
being fattened and never nourished,
hey man, what’s your name?
My name is Pecker.
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Just posted my latest contest entry over on Stories Space this morning...damn, the lazy bum I've been I didn't even finish my contest story for Lush...and I'm working on my third contest entry for Stories Space at the moment... Not sure what that all that means...anyway, here is a poem I wrote for the SS contest about...um, Stories Space... Happy Birthday Stories Space...If It's Worth Reading, You'll Find It Here.In the mood for something to read? Then of my advice you best take heed. If it’s worth reading, you’ll find it here, On a site that’s celebrating its very first year. Looking for adventure that packs a thrill? Or a crime drama that ends in a kill? You can find a romance about a heated affair, Or a horror story guaranteed to scare. Supernatural stories if you’re so inclined, Musings that will exercise your mind, Science fiction from outer space, Action stories that end in a chase. A little humor could brighten your day, Or maybe you could read a play, Don’t have time for the next great tome? Take a few minutes and read a poem. There’s a great forum if you need advice, Or help with some literary device, And if you happen to be a writer too, You can submit your stories for review. Yes, Stories Space has just begun, So come along and join the fun, To the first year we must bid adieu, And head on in to year number two. 07-26-11.
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Purpose
An ocean brimming,
in and out of subconscious,
fertile and anew.
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Just a Little Shit : ) You're crazy if you think I'm going into that bar again tonight You keep it up and the night will end in a fight Week after week I sit and watch you play with that girl that smirks Trip after trip to our table I watch you two flirt That knowing smile she gives you was mine for you before.. You opened that God Damn door Not gonna be ticked anymore You go solo down to that store Let's see if she's still buying when you're available Are you for sale or like me unsaleable I may know the answer to that question Never thought it would have to be mentioned What about we leave it alone forever It may save us from a sever Safe from shit and content in my bed A knock on wood or maybe my head Time will tell What the Hell Right You're crazy if you think I'm going into that bar again tonight
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This is actually a song idea that started going through my head today as I was taking a walk...I just wrote it up...
Did You Ever Feel The Same?
I remember when I first laid eyes on you,
You were the best I’d ever seen,
I’d never seen a woman like you,
I was wondering where you’d been.
And I recall our very first date,
As I stared into eyes so blue,
I felt myself falling in love,
Head over heels for you.
Refrain…
But there’s so many unanswered questions,
And I’m not going to place the blame,
I just have to wonder sometimes,
Did you ever feel the same?
And I recall that very first kiss,
And I remember from the start,
It was like Cupid shot an arrow,
Aimed straight into my heart.
And I think about the times we loved,
And how you held me tight,
How you set the night on fire,
And how it felt so right.
Refrain…
But there’s so many unanswered questions,
And I’m not going to place the blame,
I just have to wonder sometimes,
Did you ever feel the same?
Now that I’m left alone,
With so many tears I’ve cried,
I wonder why you did me wrong,
I’m wondering why you lied.
And I think about all those tears,
As another falls from my eye,
I have to think if I cry any more,
My tears will all run dry.
Refrain…
And there’s so many unanswered questions,
And I’m not going to place the blame,
I just have to wonder sometimes,
Did you ever feel the same?
09-01-11.
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I am me
I can be funny
I can be harsh
I can be vague
I can be saucy
I am honest
Some people don't like that
Some people can't hack it
Some people think it's funny
Some people find it insulting
I am content
If it's hard to take
If it upsets you
If it makes you uncomfortable
If you want some more
I am truthful
When you want to talk to me
When you crave my company
When you want my affection
When you want to come back
I am here
Despite what you might think
Although I confuse you
I have your greatest good
As my highest intention
I am me
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Loved it Mazza!! Loved the raw honesty!
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Sweet Desperation I put my eyes on you Full of life stroking Naked and warm Put together strong Straight and intent I have to touch yep.. I put my eyes on you Straight shoulders rubbed with time Take my breath away Tingling Strength from within Always happy to be here
yep..I put my eyes on you Your face Chiseled with sweet desperation Sterling silk to touch Bowed in love Melt me now
yep.. : )
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Another quick song idea, though I was awake when I wrote this one...and I know it's a bit sappy... Girl, Will You Marry Me?We’ve been together for so long, And I think the time is right, Something I just need to ask you girl, And I need to know tonight. So much has changed for me, Since you came into my life, I need you so much, you see, And I want you for my wife. So girl, will you marry me? As I’m down here on my knees, It’s with you that I want to be, I’m asking you baby, please. I never thought I’d find someone, As sweet and kind as you, Someone I can love so much, And loves me so much too. So many years I’d been alone, Without someone to care, And when I finally did find love, It was like an answer to a prayer. So girl, will you marry me? As I’m down here on my knees, I need you so much you see, I’m asking you baby, please. I’ll have to say, the joy you’ve brought, Has made my heart sing, And my heart would sing a joyous song, If you would wear my ring. And we could spend our lives as one, Until our dying day, I just need an answer from you, Just answer when I say. So girl, will you marry me? As I’m down here on my knees, It’s with you that I want to be, I’m asking you baby, please. 09-05-11.
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Ode to a Grecian Urn
I see it, so far away, in its high place.
(I cannot reach)
I admire its shape, its form.
(I cannot touch)
I want to know what's inside.
(I cannot see)
I desire its smooth texture.
(I cannot feel)
I wish to hold it in my hands.
(I promise not to break it)
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As night falls all around
Stop, look, but you hear no sound
Still you think somethings there
In your mind it makes you scared
Your being taken on a ride
Stop, look, nowhere to hide
On you go with your life
In your mind you don't know why
Temple of the mind
You hear it calling, calling
You feel it falling, falling
You had better take it slow
Stop, look, nowhere to go
Onwards, forwards and don't look back
In your mind you wait for attack
The clock it ticks so loud
Stop, look, no movement allowed
You pull the covers up so tight
And prey for early morning light
Temple of the mind
You feel it screaming, screaming
You are weeping, weeping
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Relatives...At family gatherings throughout the year, There are those who add to the holiday cheer, Those who brighten up your day, Every time they come your way. Most are a pleasure to be around, As fine as any friends I’ve found, But, there are a few I’d like to lose, If I could only pick and choose. Some that are a pain in my rear end, I’d like to delete like a Facebook friend, Others who insist they are family, But sure don’t look a thing like me. Others who are annoying beyond belief, Whose only purpose is to bring me grief, They’ll have to get along on their own, They are not going to get another loan. The problem with relatives is understood, You have to take the bad with the good. Though some I wish would get lost at sea, They probably think the same of me. 09-11-11.
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It doesn't have to be a poem does it? This helped me through a tough time a while ago...  Sometimes I find it easier to draw than write...
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Very, um, fiery there Miss Mazza... I think there might be an artwork thread somewhere in the forum btw...don't make me have to find it for you...
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I have to assume this is an old songwriting attempt, probably from at least ten years ago...I know it's way before I started dating stuff in 2009...You can definitely find stuff if you dig deep enough...All You Have To Do Is Pay...There's a place and time for everything, so they say. There are people who will gladly show you the way, Just smile and listen to what they say, All you have to do is pay. There are women who will love you for a price, They look real good, act real nice. If you play it right you'll get a lay, All you have to do is pay. There are preachers who will save your soul, It's really simple, give it a go. They will point you to Heaven and show you the way, All you have to do is pay. Next time your feeling blue, There are friends for rent, for an hour or two. They will listen to all you say, All you have to do is pay. Everyone is a stinkin' whore, Everyone is two legged store, Tax your tomorrow, sell your today, All you have to do is pay.
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A haiku: Creative writing
That's what it's called. I write
But create nothing.
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Eyesight
I dont think people understand,
the difference between precise vision and bland,
To be able to see the world clearly or
the palm of my hand.
My blurred vision prevents me,
from seeing the things I love,
like the curves of a lovely women or
the defintion of a great man,
the falling leaves or the smoothness of the sand.
My world is so foggy its hard to stand,
the weight of this world and all its demands,
If I could only see naturelly things wouldnt be so difficult,
these glasses could work and I could see beyond doubt.
All my senses are strong and capable like a dove,
nothing can hold me down from up above,
but sight is what I really crave.
Maybe I could see more prominently,
if I had freedom on my side
but now I wait,
because my freedom has died
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charmbrights wrote:A haiku: Creative writing
That's what it's called. I write
But create nothing. Your haiku is classic, btw... I am not normally a haiku fan by any stretch of the imagination, but this one gave me a chuckle...
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Poetry is my Therapy...In the winter of 2011 I had a meltdown...and birthed this....
Cellular Stage
[center]Uncertain Age
nerves wrecked
encased in a cage
In this New age
rebirth of the Neo-Birth
Cocooned in its cage
At this Stage
sublimed without rage
Less the wreckage
infiltrate
The Pupae fetus swaddled in its cage
Causing carnage
to cascade
upon the facade
Of the cocoon in its cage
reborn without rage
Less it Revert
to its Cellular stage
It's core shattered
In a shambles
umbraged
But subdued within
Its Outrage
because anything more
Will forever
Cause the cocoon
To revert
its rebirth
and close the door to all doors
Never again to venture
To hope
To aspire
To dream
to reach higher
To believe
in a Higher Power
To set its feet upon life's stage
Instead it will ..Revert its rebirth
forthwith
To exist in its Cellular stage
And stay forever
In Stasis
encased within it's Cellular Stage!!
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The Teacher...I want to teach my dog, Some tricks that are new, Like sit, fetch and heel, As a dog’s expected to do. But after many hours, Things are not going good, For despite all my efforts, She won’t do as she should. She can’t fetch to save her life, And it’s just a little ball, But instead of carrying it back, She’ll just let it slip and fall. My nerves are starting to fray, It seems that I’ll never win, Far from concerned with her failures, She’ll just stand there and grin. I’ll take her out for a walk, Hoping by my side she’ll stay, But she’d rather sniff the flowers, That grow along the way. And if I try to get her to sit, And stay until I call, Now she wants to play, And go and fetch her ball. As if having fun is more important, Than doing what you should do, Sometimes I have to wonder, Who should be teaching who? 10-17-11b. 
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Weeks
My endless weeks stretch out before me.
A long tunnel, with a light at the end
That never seems to get any closer.
All of a sudden the weekends come and go in a blinding flash
Of light and sound.
Weeks remind me of driving westward across the country.
One day, you can see the mountains;
Just a haze on the horizon.
The next day,
The haze becomes a little clearer,
But it is still just a blue-green edge.
The next day,
You can tell they are mountains,
Snow-capped peaks, tantalizing you
With their seeming closeness.
Another day
You are suddenly among them.
Can't see the peaks any longer.
You just watch
The road curve this way and that.
Turn the wheel to follow the line
In the center of the road.
Dare not look up, for fear that vertigo will drive you to turn over the edge.
Dare not look down, for fear that the abyss will force you to drive into the wall.
Then braking,
And the endless downhill makes you wonder if the brakes wil hold or fade.
And round the last , more open curve -
Traveling faster now.
Then a long straight stretch,
And gradually, step on the gas to maintain speed.
Then climbing again.
This time steeper,
And higher.
The urge to look down
Becomes stronger........
Driving in the mountains is like good sex.
Peak a little, then go down.
Then go up a little higher....
And eventually..........
Just when you think you are going to go nuts,
It explodes.
Long downhill glide into a peaceful valley.
I love the hills.
"There's only three tempos: slow, medium and fast. When you get between in the cracks, ain't nuthin' happenin'." Ben Webster
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Oyster
He walks along the sandy shore,
Looking for the perfect place to stop.
It takes him a while to find just the right place.
He throws down a colourful blanket and
Sets up his things, ready to write.
As he begins to put clever things onto the paper,
He notices something at the edge of his vision.
His eyes turn to look at it.
It is a shell.
He sighs, vaguely annoyed by the distraction,
Turns back to his work, puts pen to paper
To express himself, be heard.
Smiles as his thoughtful remarks begin to flow,
Once more the shell draws his attention.
Damned shell. Stop it! He mutters.
He sets down his pen and paper and
He looks fully at the offending thing.
The shell seems to be watching him.
How can this be? How can this plain object
Draw his gaze so? He is vexed.
He decides to ignore the damned thing.
Sighing, he picks up his writing things once more.
He begins to get into the flow.
His prose is jumping onto the paper.
However, a glint, a sparkle catches his eye.
Once more he drops his quill.
He looks fully at the shell.
It could be pretty, he supposes.
The way it seems to catch the sun.
He considers going for a closer look.
No! He has work to do and cannot,
Must not get distracted.
And yet…
He wonders how heavy the shell is.
What it would be like to hold it.
He gets up and walks to the shell.
He kneels beside the it.
Looks at it, observes it from all angles.
Touches the hard exterior.
It is an oyster, as yet intact.
He runs his fingers over the rough surface.
Clasps it in his hand and lifts it.
The mollusc feels nice in his palm.
But he isn't sure that he likes it.
He throws the shell to the sand.
The shell discarded, he sets to work.
Words appear on the page once more.
The sun moves above.
His hand's shadow lengthens.
The tide begins to come in.
Waves approach his feet.
He continues with his toil.
The water laps against his foot.
Ow! The shell is washed against his toe.
He gasps with exasperation.
(Although it is now time to move)
That damned shell!
He leans down and lifts it again.
Holds it in his hand.
Considers it from all angles.
He wonders what is inside?
What to do?
He decides to open the shell.
Talking his pocket knife,
He begins to pry the seam,
So tightly closed.
He feels a slight click.
Knows he can open it,
With a little effort
She will give up her contents,
Submit to him.
The shell splits open.
He pries the two halves apart,
Revealing a soft vulnerable heart.
How pretty the sheen is
On the smooth inside of the shell
He pushes his finger into the soft flesh.
Prodding, poking, examining.
He feels that he has won.
He presses firmly the fleshy contents.
There is a pearl in the shell!
He quickly scrapes the flesh
From the shell with his hard nails.
Scraping, removing, annihilating.
No longer caring to be gentle.
He feels a little sad
But it's just an oyster
He has his prize as he
Puts the pearl in his pocket.
And throws the empty shell into the ocean.
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An old one of mine:
The white temptation sits before me,
Calmly waiting for its' own demise.
Calling me silently with unseen eyes.
It knows that I want it and a deal is struck.
The end glows in amber outrage,
And turns to black and grey.
As tiny pieces float away.
With each breath I take it fills me with content.
Even though its vapours will never get me bent.
As it tingles my legs and arms with its poisonous, noxious effect.
My joy slowly fades and turns to regret.
As I realise I just smoked a cigarette
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Mazza wrote:He pries the two halves apart,
Revealing a soft vulnerable heart.
That brought a wistful smile to my face. Very nicely done, Mazz!
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Mazza wrote:Oyster
He quickly scrapes the flesh
From the shell with his hard nails.
Scraping, removing, annihilating.
No longer caring to be gentle.
He feels a little sad
But it's just an oyster
He has his prize as he
Puts the pearl in his pocket.
And throws the empty shell into the ocean.
Beautifully Written. I love the last verse.
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Why thank you sweetie! xxx
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They Said To Me
She said to me, “I am leaving you, so you can play music without guilt.”
I looked at her with tears in my eyes, and then I went to play a concert.
They said to me, “We are taking away your job; you can’t afford to play music.”
I looked at them, and then I went to rehearsal.
They said to me,”You haven’t any heat in your house; you can’t afford to play music.”
I looked at them, and then I put on a sweater and joined a big band. (that rehearsed in a heated room)
They said to me, “You haven’t any food; you can’t afford to play music.”
I looked at them, and then I ate rice for three weeks while I was playing a show.
They said to me, “We are turning off the electricity; you can’t afford to play music.”
I looked at them, and then I heated my bath water on a camp stove and went to a rehearsal.
They said to me, “We are turning off the water; you can’t afford to play music.”
I looked at them, and then I went to a new big band rehearsal. (I stopped on the way, to buy a bottle of water.)
They said to me, “We are taking away your house; You can’t afford to play music.”
I looked at them, and then I loaded my intstruments into the car and went to play a dance.
They said to me, “The bari sax chair is yours if you want it.”
I looked at them, and then I smiled.
But
I still miss my wife.
October, 2011
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That's great! For the love of music!
Last line made me smile xxx
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