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What a talented beautiful inspirational poet you are !
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What a talented beautiful inspirational poet you are !
Hugs Leslie March 6, 2006
Libramoon is a very talented and soulful poet. Her words touch me so deeply I can sense her inner being and mood.
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Returning
Sun, November 22, 2009 - 1:46 PM
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If I could turn again If I could turn If I could If I If I Flying too high confused, losing oxygen's fire infused with thrilling desire Touch me Don't take me down You, who never knew me grasping at space where I may have lain Laugh to my face exploding in pain while you writhe O', that's no way to survive I'll encase you in goo that allows you to see me inside intricate mind Each molecule of remorse creeping out of your eyes replace with sweet water of life, grace effervescing. I want you to thrive be better than still life man. Rocky mires face all who walk this ridge Patience, take time to build up bridges, irrigation ditches, inch by plodding inch, plotting fields of grain, barrels for rain, roofs, walls, windowpanes, chimneys for warm hearths below. Flowing rivers reveal lines for exploration, mining ores, mine and yours, that element missing from accounting calculations, Earth and her hordes, minions endemic to every ecosphere Wherever did you hear that enmity would take you anywhere but here? Dear, darling man, so wrapped up in some plan you think you've sussed; giving up your birthright and your trust without second opinion; believing written history makes mystery clear. How can I find a way to make you hear? Why should I any longer care? Off am I, breathing higher air. No need to share with those who daren't climb. Sublimity, subliminally inclined -- nothing more to reach for. No need to reach out. If there is a you, and you choose, touch me. Don't take me down. November 22, 2009
Something Like a Love Poem
Sat, November 21, 2009 - 6:04 PM
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That's what we do. We fail to come through. No voiceover narrator keeps score. I know I told you to count on my adoration. In shame, I lose your face slip away from every trace that you once gave me. Anonymous streets, single tables dark cafes, jukebox blues I done me wrong Funk up that song, white boy as if you taste the craters of my soul. Like you, I've learned everything I know from late night movies lyrics on pre-dawn radio. No one at home has time to do more than pretend we're all just fine. How was I to learn more than my lines? That promises have consequence? That I am more than dreams that don't come true? A quiet stone cottage outlined by life-bearing pine, firs, maple, birch nature's hues and cycles my heart relaxes. Meet me here. You, with your piercing mind, languid manner of movement, voice like sunlit stream over random pebbles and glass I promise to listen. I promise to breathe the fruit of your nearness. I have bargained for this chance with all I am. Before I ever saw my true face I heard you cry I felt the ripple of your laughter. November 21, 2009
There's always steel-eyed suspicion. Especially when yer poor, automatically suspect, haven't got the fashion or manners expected. Though there's plenty of blame to go around, it gets stuck right here.
Fri, November 13, 2009 - 11:25 AM
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Stuff happens everywhere. Those involved get special prayers, funds raised in school fairs, helping hands clapped across their back. Unless they live across the sacred track, have papers that don't quite pass inspection. Of course, we get what we deserve. If we live beyond the pale, whatever be our tale, it's up to us to serve in silent awe. Our cross to bear, because we're born impure. It's lovely that your source can be so sure. Insurrection can't be condoned, nor endured. Suffer in contrition for the condition of failed dreams, unseemly scraping by. 'Tis not I who makes these rules. Thus it's ever been, will be, until we choose to honor freedom, admit reality into negotiations for solutions, until we can agree on this experiment's conclusion. The power of fusion surpasses the power of dissolution. 13/11/9
Clouds in formation
Wed, November 4, 2009 - 7:46 PM
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Scale down Feel the dirt, hard concrete, wary neighbor's stare. I walk street-lined forests parking lots businesses closed for the night flitting by, a ghostly presence You never would answer my Circe-eyed stare, babbling confessions Less caricature than urchin hiding behind the starlit screen You were everybody's dream You said: "we are our own future." Everyone believed. Stopping to remember soot-encrusted steps smoking Marlboro cigarettes That core of authenticity out of boredom, nervous waiting, demon dancing fairy tales, skittering dreams I didn't know at twenty any more than I do today Over bright subway lights people flashing drawn and green stop to stop popping bursts of bubble-wrap Iridescent jellybeans childish play Seated at this well-worn window watching winter unfurl reminded of planetary inhibitions; starlight only entices, never means to settle down, to calcify Looking backward, whispers of dust molecules in migration There is a viscosity to twilight Cut from the core fruit of neural womb, gestating decades sluggish, subject to cravings, livid dreams Within the secrets of the seed, occluded aspects of beginnings, unfolding petal by petal sacred in the morning dew enticing fragrant fields as if myths foretell our lives The story I tell myself may as well be the best I can imagine after years of imagining Clouds focus attention on divisions of atmosphere Fire burns within unaffected by sunlight November 4, 2009
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Re: Chiron rising
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I have Chiron conjunct Asc. conj. the GC in late Sag, square Moon conj. Saturn in early Libra and trine Pluto in Leo.
discussion post on Wed, November 25, 2009 - 10:20 PM
Re: Science Fiction Magazines?
(in CREATIVE WRITING)
you might want to check on the sfwriters tribe:
sfwriters.tribe.net/thread/3...4ea8e01f1 discussion post on Wed, November 25, 2009 - 10:14 PM
on the occasion of my second Saturn return
(in visionary arts and minds)
Returning
If I could turn again If I could turn If I could If I If I Flying too high confused, losing oxygen's fire infused with thrilling desire Touch me Don't take me down You, who never knew me grasping at space where I may ... read more discussion post on Sun, November 22, 2009 - 1:47 PM
Re: happy second Saturn return to me
(in Astrology)
Yes, today.
discussion post on Sat, November 21, 2009 - 7:21 PM
self-fulfilling
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Breaking bred
Ravenous beast born from boiling seas rampaging barely beneath, breaking surface exhaling snarling flame riotous burning blame tidal waves that never quench the fire All of desire pierces through poisonous darts We can'... read more discussion post on Sat, November 21, 2009 - 6:07 PM
self-fulfilling
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Breaking bred
Ravenous beast born from boiling seas rampaging barely beneath, breaking surface exhaling snarling flame riotous burning blame tidal waves that never quench the fire All of desire pierces through poisonous darts We can'... read more discussion post on Sat, November 21, 2009 - 6:05 PM
Something Like a Love Poem
(in distilled life - artistic philosophy)
Something Like a Love Poem
That's what we do. We fail to come through. No voiceover narrator keeps score. I know I told you to count on my adoration. In shame, I lose your face slip away from every trace that you once gave me. Anonymou... read more discussion post on Sat, November 21, 2009 - 6:04 PM
Re: the hits just keep on coming
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Happy second Saturn return to me!
discussion post on Sat, November 21, 2009 - 6:02 PM
happy second Saturn return to me
(in Astrology)
"Pruning your life ***
Valid during many months: This is one of the most important times in your life. A major cycle of experience is closing, and great changes are about to take place. How great these changes are depends largely on what you hav... read more discussion post on Sat, November 21, 2009 - 5:58 PM
Re: Archetypes Manifesting through Transits
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tribes.tribe.net/visionart...dc3480aabc
personal mythology discussion post on Sun, November 15, 2009 - 1:23 PM
personal mythology
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Ever After
Pan, old ugly friend screams "You're alive!" Respond? Retreat into familiar fairytales. Witch Waif Warrior Who emerges from the cold dark water? Disgusting wounds ignite in the presence Making every effort to appear ... read more discussion post on Sun, November 15, 2009 - 1:16 PM
Re: The Cult of Pharmacology: How America Became the World's Most Trouble Drug Culture
(in Depression Help)
Thanks, Roger. I sent the article to Seers and Seekers.
discussion post on Sat, November 14, 2009 - 12:49 PM
slap the beat Friday the 13
(in visionary arts and minds)
There's always steel-eyed suspicion. Especially when yer poor, automatically suspect, haven't got the fashion or manners expected. Though there's plenty of blame to go around, it gets stuck right here.
Stuff happens everywhere. Those involved ... read more discussion post on Fri, November 13, 2009 - 11:24 AM
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