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 Post subject: The Little Things Count
PostPosted: Tue Feb 07, 2006 10:57 am 
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hmmmmmmm......

nothing to do now, waiting for the moment, adrift
a bit outside of safe harbors
nothing to learn from me
I suppose
she sits alone
apart from distant skies
nothing to say now when soft words mattered less
expressionless in the distance
the sky seems to pause
no wind at all
they say the past is gone now
accelerating a new day
within a day...
they even took away the expectation
when hope fell below the waters edge
who am I now?
I wondered
with so few questions left unasked
who will teach me now...
how to love timelessly?
the alone part
in between
where all the walls seem so very blank
my hands looked bored and unsung
was her supple neck as silent like mine
it felt the aching to speak
my teeth seemed clenched from speaking so frivolously
I could feel the silence
soft in expression
no time now to flee from those fleeting soft words behind us
adrift
just outside of the harbor
what hands guide your passage when the time was so short?
I had so few questions left now
to a past that lingered like fallen winter leaves
upright now to walk with flying birds
watching the sky change yet again
a quality of change felt strange at first
I was getting used to it
...in increments
flowing through the chambers in the very center of me
a gateway I had carved out for this day
connected now with the greater source
calibrated by specialists
when the sky changed yet again
would I sense it with my eyes to the ground?
destiny, they said
would surely arrive
without our interests
power was surging through little minds
love remained unstained in the moment
judgement was flung far off a cliff
I watched it glow, scarred under a violet sea like an idea
surely it would drown...
I watched you again
(despite myself and warnings)
because there were no rules
so many times her shoulders held back another moment behind
now was the time we could feel what was new
misdirected by what was so still
now
I knew no part of nature that was not you
so I nurtured it again
I knew no one that was not another part of me
that was how I finally lost my last hate
even for those who still detested our mutual past
I knew no part of the ground, sky or sea that was not connected
how to walk one step from this spot?
...I wondered
without the hope of you


[Edited on 7-2-2006 by Rick]

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 Post subject: Dark is the suede that mows like a harvest.
PostPosted: Thu Feb 16, 2006 1:16 pm 
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HellOooo Russel.
Never Heard of him before now. Now that you brought it up, I looked him up!

Here's a poem.

"Unilateral knickers of the patented baster casm"

green

the horizon
I could see the whole of it
from strips of orange-gold
to bands of blue
she seemed to see me
standing there

wosdom held her hand
gladness on the wind
and the setting sun

a perfect plan
to stand basking in their rays
so light
bereft of shadows now
within or without
as I saw
in her eyes

we named the day joy
to decode the silence
slipping out of distant sounds
like your dress
abandon on the ground

such peace to stand aloner with her last glance
smiling at the remaining light
her warmth was balance
so still
together in a passing age within a moment

a tattered note
a meaningless message
of some faltering past
burnt now in our radiance

can you feel this moment stretch out beyond us?

touching distant valleys
tasting passing prescence
warm in the shadows of a fleeting day

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Here's a song that might be amusing for ya.

100 Years


I'm 15 for a moment
Caught in between 10 and 20
And I'm just dreaming
Counting the ways to where you are

I'm 22 for a moment
She feels better than ever
And we're on fire
Making our way back from Mars

15 there's still time for you
Time to buy and time to lose
15, there's never a wish better than this
When you only got 100 years to live

I'm 33 for a moment
Still the man, but you see I'm a they
A kid on the way
A family on my mind

I'm 45 for a moment
The sea is high
And I'm heading into a crisis
Chasing the years of my life

15 there's still time for you
Time to buy, Time to lose yourself
Within a morning star

15 I'm all right with you
15, there's never a wish better than this
When you only got 100 years to live

Half time goes by
Suddenly you're wise
Another blink of an eye
67 is gone
The sun is getting high
We're moving on...

I'm 99 for a moment
Dying for just another moment
And I'm just dreaming
Counting the ways to where you are

15 there's still time for you
22 I feel her too
33 you're on your way
Every day's a new day...

15 there's still time for you
Time to buy and time to choose
Hey 15, there's never a wish better than this
When you only got 100 years to live
~By " FIVE FOR FIGHTING"
Rick "funny when you're sober, but hilarius when you're tanked" Jones

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green

the horizon
I could see the whole of it
from strips of orange-gold
to bands of blue
she seemed to see me
standing there

wisdom held her hand
gladness on the wind
and the setting sun

a perfect plan
to stand basking in their rays
so light
bereft of shadows now
within or without
as I saw
in her eyes

we named the day joy
to decode the silence
slipping out of distant sounds
like your dress
abandon on the ground

such peace to stand alone with her last glance
smiling at the remaining light
her warmth was balance
so still
together in a passing age within a moment

a tattered note
a meaningless message
of some faltering past
burnt now in our radiance

can you feel this moment stretch out beyond us?

touching distant valleys
tasting passing presence
warm in the shadows of a fleeting day
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 Post subject: tiny words that drift through your brains like good smells o
PostPosted: Thu Feb 16, 2006 1:24 pm 
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she looked through my window
I was alone, there
I found her out, even as she lingered.....
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it seemed a world torn asunder
would we hear the cries of a dying mother-world
underneath our lingering decay?
the air was changing so slowly
under a sky paved by many hands that toil
for a penny, for another crust
would we feel the ground of your mother
would we sense the death of our world?
the facts were laid out before us
even when we were most distracted
all I knew, in my innocence
was it felt different now
as a child I felt the air with the whole of me
breathing in a day
my mother, your mother, our mother, the very ground was dying
her cries fell upon deaf ears
would we know it if she called out for us?
would the wisdom of our age prevail?
I had no further questions
but I wondered still
I felt the day with a breathing pant
rushing air in my lungs, but there was more
my planet was decaying
you could feel it in the wind
you could sense it between the flapping of hawk wings
you could detect it in the trail of ants as they hurried
our mother could not tell us, that day
her voice was so distant now
so small and far away
from our hurried egos
from our toiling hands
from our families tables
from our important work
so small, like a humming, just a bit away
I heard her voice that day
she called to me
but there were no words
just this feeling
like the air should not have felt this way
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[quote][i]Originally posted by Rick[/i]
it seemed a world torn asunder
would we hear the cries of a dying mother-world
~r [/quote]

Rick, I've missed you SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOo much.....

Here's a mantra.....

Father heaven, mother earth - boss come down!

IT works for me!

Cool poetry Rick, nice one

Russ;)

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 Post subject: you're still doomed, we checked on it
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Thanks, R. How did you know I am collecting Mantras?
Hehehe. Just kidding.
I am light, I am love. There's one for ya.
Here's one more mantra, "let them remain in the mystery to bulch of their own gasses." That was more of a parady mantra of the Lyricus order. This is why they have an eye on me, I'm way funnier than they are. Way.
On a less personal note, that poem that just spilled from my brains was sorta how I felt this morning. I was reflecting on how I used to feel as a kid as compared to now.
Plus, half of the world's animals are extinct, roughly. That's half of our planetary gridwork of life forms. It's a grim thought, I know, but I am told it's true. When I was a kid I often thought our world could change and the "powes that be" and our collective mindset would surely be different by now. Well, back in the 70's they were frowning and warning us all that we would run out of fossil fuels by 1982 or so. We were warned about our impact on the planet and so on. Well, my opinions haven' really changed since childhood. Maybe that's the whole thing, adults have more fun ignoring their world ploblems and making a few coins while us "kids" get to fret and worry about the planet. It would have been more fun to make a ton of dough and forget the messes we still have piled up around us all around the world. I guess I ain't in this for fun or popularity. Well, I seem to be rambling a bit, so I'll stop. The corporate greed shows no signs of slowing down and compassion still ain't part of a plan to rule the corporate elite planet. I always wonder if at least some of the guys with the worst impact have any compassion for their own great grandchildren. You would think that our genetic instinct would have kicked in by now to stop us from carrying on in the mannor we have thus far. I suppose that's why they used to call them "probationary man."
That's all the thoughts leaking from my smallish head today.
Rick OUT!

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 Post subject: in between
PostPosted: Thu Feb 16, 2006 4:10 pm 
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she touched the inside
the deep inside
beneath the shaft of light I keep there
down where I once kept a little lamplight
peeking in on how I used to be
as a little child

her gaze puzzles at the depth of me
maybe she spied a little light of her
through the crack

was the innocent moment in between?
...before she looked through my window
she found me like this
my hands bare
just sitting
pausing to take in a moment
looming on a winter chill through an open window
suspended on a slender silver thread
hovering like a beam of moonlight

was it her
so long ago
so close to my bedside?
so few questions go unanswered
alone in here

I was elevated by the whimsy of her hair
falling locks across her cheek
another threadbare heart
sown to my sleeve

mended hems and the dragging edge of her best costume
between a body of puffy air

another moon twirls by
a misty ring around her
with her best yarn
hanging down on nights like these
when our distance seems to close in
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 Post subject: L
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our bodies seeded here
to serve
our spirits locked to this place
to this world of toil and blood
countless centuries of greed and murder
the angle of our essence
cut off to their handiwork
your gods : a lie
sealed off from above
chemistry poisoned our temples
like beasts
to mine from the earth
our pockets emptied of worldly power
to serve that ancient tribe of copper tangled lies

inquisition of thought at war with truth
your so called gods
of mountain and forest
from some unknown sky
seeding you here to narrow your view
killing your unbound manifest will
boxing up your servitude
to mine what remains
our bodies: dust
our minds: unbound
our feet may carry us to shore
though we remain slaves to the very few
fallen slaves with fire from heaven
prevailing for moments
staggered and sealed away
crippled and stunted beneath a weary sky
fallen from a lofty prescience
our wings torn away
another day of silence for the few
more cattle to the slaughter
a reaper with a policy and ethic of servitude
inept to find any other way
families of silence contracted to enhance that bottomless well of greed
truth lies mangled and shattered
below
flesh engineered to toil
masses of tiny hands clamber for scraps of your food
a moment looking back at your timed disposition
thankful to serve as a slave
another tribe like the rest, angled to appear just
another scapegoat
another condemnable sacrifice
another grudge
another eye
blinded for a time by a nature outside of time
a twin flame to serve some demigod
servitude in documented arrivals
stooping to shake the hands of those crawling on their animal bellies
for a taste of a few coins
disinforming us to misdirection again
seeded, our bodies lay imperfected
sealed and limited from another crossed angle in the sky

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 Post subject: Hopeless
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Fated in the stars
While watching for heavens signs
Repose in torpor

[Edited on 20-2-2006 by Kirabo]

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 Post subject: smells like rain, actually
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narcissus, she cried
an ego of lingering lost lists
shrouded in a past of hidden intents
burning with inspired motivation
our bodies tasked without our heavenly mantras
our light obscured by base activity
a light in her eyes withdrew
behind a fog
the bridge, at night, seemed weary and wet
narcissus, she murmured, looking at the water
a reflected face peered up through ripples
my eyes were blinking between tiny currents
her eyes met her own in mine
fate kept her promise

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underneath a current of dire intent
something stirs
is it the jailer or the kept?
keys to unlock what was held
to face another day between
her eyes held back another feeling that once left my chest
did the jailer have the keys?
who was kept and who was free?
another day to posture
another day to convince yourself
what was so distant, but found
outside of time the page met my heart
the feeling could never be lost

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but, said the WALLruss
why do you cry so? are you not free?
FREE! you jest,and I am tired and you are tiresome
the darkness hails mary and she comes
not as a temptress, she has changed
Her spots have gone
now pure
Once lost,now found.

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 Post subject: My name is Alice, so please your Majesty
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Next came the guests, mostly Kings and Queens, and among them Alice recognised the White Rabbit: it was talking in a hurried nervous manner, smiling at everything that was said, and went by without noticing her. Then followed the Knave of Hearts, carrying the King's crown on a crimson velvet cushion; and, last of all this grand procession, came THE KING AND QUEEN OF HEARTS.



Lewis Carroll is widely respected, but I've always felt a bit akward about his kiddie fables....
Well, I was more of an Original Star Trek fan.
One of my favorite episodes in when Kirk defeats the Gorn!
That hasn't changed much.
GORN! AH!

[img]http://www.phils-startrek.pwp.blueyonder.co.uk/pictures/original/gorn.jpg[/img]

[Edited on 1-3-2006 by Rick]

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 Post subject: life
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these ages will pass
and you will wonder
what kind voices guided you
as the world's desperation draws a straight line
to the path, before
coins rattle inside proud pockets
their meaning lost in memories of a game of lack
on the other side
your spirit waits
a gentle whisper
inside a calm wind
an image reflected
the essence of you
shifting inside
grounding heaven into now
waiting patiently for our struggle to cease
breathing in another precious day
sunlight caresses us like a friend's offered hand
there is more wisdom in it's rays
than a thousand wasted words
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 Post subject: FEAR
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I would like to add some comments on the process of fear and how it works.

So what is fear is the first question we have to ask.

The answer is plain and simple, it is an illusion, yep an illusion no more or less.

The illusion stems from the programming of thinking we are victims in life and also the fact we live in the illusion of separation from not only our true selves but from the Source.

This illusion is compounded by mind control techniques used by the government and religion,


These are often very subtle for sure, first they program us to be consumers, slaves to money and possessions.

Second program us to believe we are victim through religion and so on.

Third to believe we are all separate from each other, American, English, French, get us to identify with language and location, this is the way they do it, get the people to watch TV and read newspapers, these are controlled by the controllers,

Full of violence and fear, keep you hyped up with stories of murder and power struggles, fear fear fear, a continues diet of it from morning till night.

And then even fear in the night, will aliens get me, are the reptilians coming to visit me, more fear eh!!!

So why do they do this, easy one to answer.

Because they the world management team think they have the right to use you for their own ends, just like we humans use chickens, cows and so on.

Use you to consume the products of their multi nationals, the food, the drugs and so on, as well as electronics.

So how do we become free, again it's easy.

Don't live in fear, live from your heart instead of your head, don't be a slave to your emotions.

Freedom is a thing most people don't understand, true freedom is freedom from fear and living in love without conditions.

This means no judgement, the essence of shamballa may I remind you.

Another thing that most don't seem to realise is that when you are afraid of somebody or something the energy you send out from yourself feeds the fire you could say, fear feeds them and makes them stronger, and remember we as humans create reality, and we have created this one we live in now,

Who me you may ask? yes we all have been involved in it, why war, you may ask I never was involved in it, the answer is yes you were, the wars a an outward manifestation our inner struggle, don't struggle be love this is how we change everything.


And just to remember again we are all responsible here, not just a few people, so now is the time to create a new reality on earth, one of freedom through LOVE.

Shamballa on Baba

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 Post subject: hey, what's up?
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Nameste, Russel.
Shamballa on!
Love and light,
Rick "poetry like a wrecking ball to your pesky fears" Jones

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[quote][i]Originally posted by Rick[/i]
Nameste, Russel.
Shamballa on!
Love and light,
Rick "poetry like a wrecking ball to your pesky fears" Jones [/quote]

Now then Rick!

I may be one 'el of a guy, BUT it's Russell with two els!

Russ "sometimes tries to write poetry to save his life" Carter

Hakuna Matata

Ohn Haktu Samo

Aloha!

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 Post subject: Two EL's (ll)
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Two Ells, huh?
I'll try and keep that in my feeble brains akashic long term memory banks, I promise!
Aloha!
Here's a poem:

he had two (2) L's in his given name
for missing one, I am truly to blame
all I can do
is remember to
add one hell of another ELL
to Russell's dang name!

Cheers!
Love and light,
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[quote][i]Originally posted by Rick[/i]
Two Ells, huh?
I'll try and keep that in my feeble brains akashic long term memory banks, I promise!
Aloha!
Here's a poem:

he had two (2) L's in his given name
for missing one, I am truly to blame
all I can do
is remember to
add one hell of another ELL
to Russell's dang name!

Cheers!
Love and light,
~r [/quote]

Thank you!

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 Post subject: clean slate reaction
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clean slate reaction
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you called to me
without a voice
our furrowed brows reflected in separate mirrors
a prescience behind me
I turned around and found myself
inside a blank folded page
all I seemed to see was the big white empty
cocooned again in spiraling words

I reached out for your hand
in my momentary vision
I stumbled on the floor
wooden blocks scattered all around

I left to witness any other colors lingering in the day
paper wire, the literalness of your face upon my skies

draining my virtues into an intended void
calling out to a deluge of intensity
you found me
cloaked in a knowing fancy
I am white blank folded into this moment
no questions for the unknown
without a voice, the last part of your surrender
called to waste another breath for your cause
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 Post subject: rudder
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a petal drops
from a blossom on the line
far away
hope had withered on the vine
without the sun-drop of a new day

tomorrow never came
silent in the air
lodged in our throat
like a wishbone torn in two
one for me, one for you
tell me someday if you feel you have won
today my mouth taste bitter from drinking secrets

a handful of dust fallen from distant stars
we are
I cannot disguise the robes that clothe me
some glimmer of the totality of me
a piece here
a piece there making it whole
but the truth is you were starring at my toe
remembering eyes that used to be glad to come home

I'll see tomorrow again when it comes
treading footsteps that lead you before
swept away by winds that may guide our passages still

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Fear my lord, is the forgotten eLL, it is all things remiss.
Fear it is the lingering thought, the lack of what is real.
Too many men know all their strength but few have found their gold,
Gold is not of money made, it is spun by the glorious Crone.

She wets her lips and spins her jewel, proffering it with a kiss.
The fear of a man who cannot yet deny the falseness of his zeal,
Shudders when the haglike face smiles, knowing things untold,
Proffers to him the promised gift and meets him in his home.

The time has come to see your land to blow away the mist,
The mist is all things useless in life, all things you cannot feel.
Only when you leave the fog will you see how sharp the cold
And then a beautiful maid will stand where before there was the Crone.

Although to some the maid will come to others she will pass,
She only sees the quality of the heart, not their worldly plan.
No man may question, nor fault the choice of this bride of Love.
If her gaze rests upon your heart prepare for the golden dove.


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I spoke from the sincerest part of my heart
even when the words piled up
the truest look in my eye spoke volumes
even as I tried to defy your loop of a past
smoke curves from the corner of a half smile
trying hard to see past the lingering haze
cutting through the stubborn parts of this untrained animal
light shone into a moment I will never forget
illuminating a feeling we must have shared
because it came from you

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