"Deep Thoughts and Poems" post your work here.

[kathy]

It certainly does!  Lonesome cowboy(s)...Makes me so sad.
    

[Ennis Del Mark]

Does anyone remember the Loretta Lynn song, "One's on the Way"?  In 2007 I wrote a song to that tune about the glamorous lives that Jake, etc. lead compared to mine (much like the theme of the original song).  I was thinking about posting it.

[gnash]

i don't remember the song at all.. you should post a youtube link along with your lyrics, so i can try to sing along.

[Ennis Del Mark]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2rMl7DB2TZg

A mostly good recording--there is a small glitch near the end.  The lost line is "The girls in New York City, they all march for Women's Lib..."

I'll post MY version later.  It was written in May, 2007 when there were scary fires threatening to move into town (I was all packed up in case I needed to leave my place), and I was in a funk (despite the fires--two weeks of smoky skies will do that to ya), and life was just too dreary for words (yes, despite the fires).  I originally posted this song on one of the Jake forums.  This was when he was in Cannes, promoting ZODIAC.  That gave me the stepping stone to start.

Later,

Mark

[Ennis Del Mark]

"I'M LATE FOR WORK" to the tune of "ONE'S ON THE WAY" by Ennis Del Mar, a/k/a Mark


I see where Mr. Gyllenhaal is
All the rage at Cannes
And once again George Clooney's named
The World's Most Handsome Man
And wherever Brad or Leo are,
The fans all go berserk
But here in Lake City
The fires are a'burnin'
The bills keep a-comin'
And my headache's returnin'
My clothes need washin'
And my stomach's a-churnin'
And, I'm late for work!

I read where Christian Bale has signed for
Two more Batman flicks
The first co-stars Heath Ledger
Talk about your cute young tricks!
Now Orlando's back at sea with Johnny D.
And all his quirks
But here in Lake City
The debts are a-mountin'
My gray hairs are so many that I stopped a-countin'
My nose is running like the Trevi Fountain
And, I'm late for work!

"Oh yes sir, the report is done, oh by the way
Can we talk about my raise?
I won't get one?  Well,
Can I take some time off, about three days?
What do you mean there's no time off
Until after the holidays?
That's five months from now!
I know things are busy, but YOU just went to Spain and
Yes sir...yes sir...yes sir...you son of a....

The talented and sexy actors
Travel o'er the world
At premieres of their films
They walk on red carpets unfurled
And the huge paychecks that they earn
Come with oh-so-many perks
But here in Lake City
My muscles are achin'
My blind date was awful
And I just can't awaken
My hard drive crashed
And my poor heart is breakin'
And, I'm late for work!

Wow!  Jake's in Iceland this week... 
 

[Ennis Del Mark]

TWO ODES TO TWO GREAT GUYS:  JAKE GYLLENHAAL AND HEATH LEDGER      
BY MARK KIRBY


I had posted these on a separate thread but someone from the dave cullen site told me to repost them here.  I am proud to join the other authors on this post.  I hope they (and other readers) like my work!



JAKE:  AN APPRECIATION  
  
Gifted beyond his years
Can move you to tears
Strong and gallant
Amazing talent
An Oscar nominee,
He may have lost officially
But for the Gyllenhaal camp
He'll always be a champ
That smile, those eyes, that affable mien
You just know he's a nice guy, on- or off-screen
Though young he has got a manner so keen
His charisma comes through in every scene
Such honesty, brilliance, zest, and vim
There's nothing at all that's fake about him
His 5th screen name was no misnomer
In films he always hits a "Homer"
For his audiences he always gives a great show
Whether as Jack Twist or Joe Nast or Donnie Darko
Watching "Brokeback Mountain"
I cried a fountain
But I also got joy
Watching Heath and "our boy"
Bring those two men to life
Though it cut like a knife
And in future years
I'll cherish those tears
And while he is only (good gosh!) twenty-five
He's already one of the best actors alive
For his genius and daring he's been justly lauded
And in future years he will still be applauded
I truly do thank him for giving his all
he's a hell of a man, that Jake Gyllenhaal.




"HEATH--AN APPRECIATION"

He was a "Down Under" birth
It happened in Perth
(Land of the hairy possum!
Which, like Mr. Ledger, is awesome)
Heath's your typical Aussie:
Adventurous, saucy
Jovial, brave,
A likable knave
His prescient parents must have known if
They gave their child the name of Heathcliff
It might one day become a factor
In his decision to be an actor
And some day I hope Heath WILL set his sights
On playing his namesake in "Wuthering Heights"
And as for the movies he's actually made
Each one shows Heath's rich talent displayed
Each film also shows varied facets of him:
A Knight's Tale, Four Feathers, The Brothers Grimm,
Ned Kelly, The Patriot, Monster's Ball
Heath was impressive in them all
Low-key yet volcanic, broody yet ingratiating
Mixtures of moods which make this actor fascinating
Who else could play both Casanova of Venice
And a tormented Wyoming cowboy named Ennis?
Oh Lord!  His performance in Brokeback Mountain!
Heath broke many hearts, in the millions and countin'
Even those who already thought Heath a star
Were wowed anew by his Ennis Del Mar
A man who was freed yet constricted by love
This is acting that movie icons are made of
Talent, looks, brains, nerve, Heath has it all
Like his co-star and off-screen "mate," Jake Gyllenhaal
And the depth and range shown by these men of young years
Ensures that they'll have legendary careers.

Well, Heath sure had a legendary, albeit truncated career.  And Jake is well on his way.  Of course to many of us their work in BBM alone has made both men legends. 

I just wanted to put all my works together, especially if Mr. Gyllenhaal might take a peek on this thread someday!  That would be wonderful. 

[gnash]

oh, thanks for posting these, mark, i never saw them before. when i get a chance, i will load the youtube and read along.

i like the heath one a lot. the actor factor.

land of the hairy possum? that sounds like something on the nature channel.

[Janie-G]

The Empty Frame

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------

I wake up, and turn off the alarm
look at the pictures in my room
all the friends that are around me
and the empty frame
waiting to be filled

I drive to work, and look to my right
at the empty passenger seat of my car
wishing there was an indentation in it
from where someone was sitting

I walk through my day at work
processing paperwork
while the woman at the desk next to me
is making dinner plans with her husband
and I have to go to other people's desks
and see pics of wives and husbands

I go to the park for my jog
and work up a sweat
as I watch couples hand in hand
taking in the sunset
while I run by unnoticed

My family is away, so I make myself dinner
for one
and listen to mindless chatter on tv
no messages from friends on my machine
they are all busy
with their husbands or wives

I sign onto my personal ads online
and go through the replies
another rejection....oh well
there's always tomorrow

Getting into the bed
sliding between cold sheets
even a single bed can feel like a king size
when you are alone in it
set the alarm and look at the empty frame
wondering when I'll have a pic
to put in it.

How I ever missed these Chuck, I have no idea! They're wonderful...straight from the heart. Talent? Oh yes! 

[th3mirr0r]

I COULD WRITE...


1 quote 4 that!

'Be Yourself'

I could write the many things i wish to say,

Here, now, just to enchant ur mind

And then, to delet all i wrote, in the next day,

Just to show you that was nothing written yesterday,

And u was blind...

I could write the many things i like to do,

In quick phrases, to satisfy ur curiousity, today,

But later, i will erase all the words i wrote you,

And all u'll see will be a clear background, grey...

I could write a lot of words, describing myself,

Just to show how interesting person i can be,

But right after that i won't say anything,

And i will leave and let u solve that mistery...

I could write u a collection of books with my life,

Just to show the beauty of Life,

But right after that, i will burn those books,

Cos the complex words are nothing to me,

But only the simplest ones,

Full of truth, cold as ice,

Will be those musical tones,

That i always wish to hear,

So, then, these ones are written but not deleted;

These truths, now, were stated.

@Th3Mirr0r


I STILL THINK OF YOU, JOY MARIE..


I still think of you, my dearest one from all my Friends, Joy Marie,
A live remembrance of a woman loved, from my past,
Wide alike sky, deep alike sea,
Filling my eyes with its light...
May the years change around us, and one day, being old,
To remember the honest words, in our letters, told,
We'll be somewhere on a bench, smiling,
Hearing the wind's calling..
Alike a flute sound, the leafs in their hum, make noise,
Falling slowly, slowly, down...
It wasnt their choice,
To be there, on the ground;
Was the nature's way and law
Who brought in the autumne's rainy clouds,
The 7 colors of rainbow
And the rain stoped those days..
I will still remember u, my dear Friend, Joy Marie,
As with the same eyes to look at u,
Wishing, curious alike a baby, to see,
If the prayer to our Lord, for u,
Brought happiness and peace,
In ur life..
I still think of you, Joy Marie,
Alike in past, day by day,
Wishing to be near you,
To hold you,
To whisper these words:
'I love you, Joy Marie, my dearest Friend,
I wish to be with you, as much you do'...
I will be on a bench, when, old, watching the sky,
Remembering my past, i will smile,
I will find again the happiness,
Before i die..
Meanwhile,
I will live my life as it is...
So wonderfull is the life when u love! ! !
I reach to sigh, looking to the sky above,
Thinking when will be that moment when i'll close my eyes..
I will see then, a Friend from my past, happy;
I will know then that my prayers were listened
And once again, i will smile...
I will join a new life, there, near my beloved waterfall...
Then, looking at the water, i will whisper a call;
The same flute sound,
Looking beyound, i will know something:
Peace that was found,
Again, from nothing...
But i will still think of you, Joy Marie...

poem dedicated to Joy Marie G.Solomon

@Th3Mirr0r

[ROMANIAN VERSION]

Inca ma gandesc la tine, Joy Marie...

Inca ma gandesc la tine, cea mai draga dintre toti Prietenii mei, Joy Marie,
O vie amintire a unei femei iubite, din trecutul meu,
Larg precum cerul, adanc precum marea,
Umplandu-mi ochii cu lumina sa...
Fie ca anii sa se schimbe in jurul nostru, iar intr-o zi, fiind batran,
Sa-mi amintesc cuvintele sincere, in scrisorile noastre, spuse,
Vom fi undeva, pe o banca, zambind,
Ascultand chemarea vantului...
Precum un sunet de nai, frunzele in agitatia lor, sa faca zgomot,
Cazand usor, usor, jos...
Nu a fost alegerea lor,
Sa fie acolo, pe pamant;
A fost legea si felul de-a fi a naturii
Ce a adus in norii ploiosi ai toamnei,
Cele 7 culori de curcubeu
Si ploaia s-a oprit in acele zile..
Tot imi voi aduce aminte de tine, dragra mea Prietena, Joy Marie,
Precum cu aceeasi ochi voi privi la tine,
Vrand, curios precum un prunc, sa vad,
Daca rugaciunea catre Domnul nostru, pentru tine,
A adus pace si fericire,
In viata ta...
Inca ma gandesc la tine, Joy Marie,
Precum in trecut, zi de zi,
Dorind sa fiu langa tine,
Sa te tin,
Sa-ti soptesc aceste cuvinte:
'Te iubesc, Joy Marie, draga mea Prietena,
Vreau sa fiu cu tine, precum vrei si tu'...
O sa fiu pe o banca, cand, batran, privind cerul,
Amintindu-mi trecutul meu, voi zambi,
O sa gasesc din nou fericirea,
Inainte de-a muri...
Intre timp
O sa-mi traiesc viata asa cum este...
Ce minunata este viata atunci cand iubesti! ! !
Ajung sa oftez, privind la cer, deasupra,
Cugentand la momentul cand imi voi inchide ochii...
Imi voi vedea apoi o Prietena, din trecut, fericita;
O sa stiu atunci ca rugaciunile mi-au fost ascultate
Si inca o data, voi zambi...
Voi urma o alta viata, acolo, langa cascada mea iubita...
Apoi, uitandu-ma la apa, o sa soptesc o chemare;
Acelasi sunet de nai,
Privind dincolo de el, voi sti ceva:
Pacea ce a fost gasita,
Din nou, din nimic...
Dar inca ma voi gandi la tine, Joy Marie...

Poem dedicat pentru Joy Marie G. Solomon

@Th3Mirr0r

THE ROSE & THE PRINCESS

Look at me
With your eyes, full of honesty
And i will turn the color of my petals in white;
Look at me
With your eyes, full of love
And i will turn the color of my petals in red;
Look at me
With your mind
And i will show you the little drops of water,
Flowing down, slowly, among my petals, white,
Look at me
With your heart
And i will show you the little sparks of fire,
Rising up, fast, among my petals, red...

Sweet hands holding me tight at her chest,
White,
The thorns, stungs her left breast
And a small dropp of blood flows,
Red,
Followed by another,
Again, and again,
Alike a spring who arised now from a mountain..
She looks at her wound and once with her eyes,
Silver,
Once with my leafs, green, alike jade,
My petals turn to red..
The little drops of blood covered my petals..
Her silver eyes let falling down, in rivers,
Of tears, a waterfall...

Hold me tight near your heart,
Princess;
Let your tears fall down, slowly,
On my petals..
Hold me close to your lips,
Princess;
Let my fragrance surround you in a silent kiss
And you'll find then soothe, kissing my petals...
Ah, may your wound provoked by my thorns
Be covered by my robe!
Dressed in white with red, you will be,
In Harmony, princess!
May the nightingale sing for u her lovelly thrills
And from your eyes, those tears,
Honest, full of love and peace,
Crystals and diamonds, may them be!
And i will turn the color of my petals in white,
When your honest eyes, will look at me;
And i will turn the color of my petals in red,
When with love, you'll hold me;
And i will show you the little drops of water,
Flowing from the spring of ur heart,
Alike from a fountain who never drains..
And i will show you the little sparks of fire,
Rising up from your eyes,
Alike the morning's star, who never dies...

@Th3Mirr0r

[ROMANIAN VERSION]

Trandafirul si Printesa

Priveste la mine
Cu ochii tai, plini de onestitate
Si-mi voi schimba culoarea petalelor mele in alb;
Priveste la mine, plina de iubire
Si-mi voi schimba culoarea petalelor mele in rosu;
Priveste la mine
Cu mintea ta
Si-ti voi arata micile picaturi de apa,
Curgand jos, domol, printre petalele mele, albe,
Priveste la mine
Cu inima ta
Si-ti voi arata micile scantei ale focului,
Ridicandu-se sus, rapid, printre petalele mele, rosii...

Maini dragute tinandu-ma strans la pieptul ei,
Alb,
Spinii, intepara sanul ei stang
Si o picatura de sange curge,
Rosu,
Urmata de o alta,
Iar, si iar,
Precum un izvor ce rasarise din munte...
Ea se uita la rana sa si o data cu ochii ei,
Argintii,
O data cu frunzele mele, verzi, precum jadul,
Petalele mele se schimba in rosu..
Micile picaturi de sange mi-au acoperit petalele..
Ochii ei argintii au lasat sa cada jos, in siroaie,
De lacrimi, o cascada...

Tine-ma strans langa inima ta,
Printesa;
Lasa-ti lacrimile sa cada jos, usor,
Deasupra petalelor mele...
Tine-ma aproape de buzele tale,
Printesa;
Lasa-mi parfumul sa te inconjoare intr-un sarut in tacere
Si vei gasi atunci alinare, sarutandu-mi petalele...
Ah, fie ca rana provocata de spinii mei
Sa fie acoperita de mantia mea!
Imbracata in rosu si alb, vei fi,
In Armonie, printesa!
Fie ca privighetoarea sa cante pentru tine cantecele sale incantatoare
Iar din ochii tai, acele lacrimi,
Sincere, pline de dragoste si pace,
Cristale si diamante, fi-vor ele!
Si o sa-mi schimb culoarea petalelor mele in alb,
Cand ochii tai sinceri vor privi la mine;
Si o sa-mi schimb culoarea petalelor mele in rosu,
Cand cu dragoste, ma vei tine;
Si-ti voi arata micile picaturi de apa,
Curgand din izvorul inimii tale,
Precum o fantana ce nu seaca niciodata..
Si-ti voi arata micile scantei de foc,
Rasarind din ochii tai,
Precum steaua diminetii, ce niciodata nu moare...

@Th3Mirr0r



P.S:
ART & POETRY Project:
Check my website to find out more: www.th3mirr0r.ismywebsite.com. Is a site of ART; wonderfull! ! ! poetry, prose, graphic, animation and music!

Th3Mirr0r


PASSED AWAY THE YEARS...

Passed way the years...
I was little child,
Then, young,
Now...i am old...
I was a small blade of grass
Growing up on a meadow
But now, ...i must fall...
I will born again...
A new blade of grass, little,
I will rise in the same place,
Then, i must fall...
I will be then a fir
And when the time will come,
I will cheer up again someone's soul,
On Xmas, i will be there, in its home, ...
On my top it will place a star...
From my branches will make its chaplet
And i, always,
Alike a living Spirit, i will exist...
The sorrow i'll change
To someone, with happiness;
A he or a she, will reach to know,
Then, the Happiness...
Happiness of a child,
Who became over the yeas, a young;
Passed away my years,
Now, i am old...
Passed away the years when i was playing in the sand,
There, near my beloved sea;
I had a castle, wonderfull, who...in time,
Price of a second, it was,
In the next one, vanishing,
Swallowed, into sea's water...
'Why you build castle near sea's water, child?
Its waves will took ur castle away, u know that well enough! '
'Oh, yeah...i know, but don't forget something:
The sand appertains to the sea...
How i will take something that isn't myne? !
Who will wanna take something, who doesn't belong to it? !
Do you see well, the righteous answer, to your question? ! '
Passed away years, now
And still there i am, near sea...
I make another castle who won't last...
But the magic of that second
In which, with a smile, i will look it,
Will last...my entire life...
Last even now, when..being old,
I tell my remembrance...
I look at you, very well knowing
That you'll smile...price of a second,
In ur smile,
I would have found...
Happiness..
Oh, passwed away my years, alike the desert's sand
Cos, came the storms, moved the dunes,
The oasis full of life yet remained,
There, somewhere, secluded...
And the thirsty ones, found their peace...
They were walking through desert, straying,
Searching for a place of rest,
To defend themselves of the strong sun,
Who, from their journey, stopping them...
From time to time, they noticing the oasis,
Running to get to it...
But there, there wasn't anything..but the mirage...
Weaken there minds were! ! ...
Conclusion would have been, now:
They walked on a road of knowledge,
But only the sand's inhabitants
Know the secret of dunes...
Passed away my years...
But there remained

something...remembrance...

@Th3Mirr0r


[ROMANIAN VERSION]



TRECUT-AU ANII...


Anii au trecut...
Eram mic copil,
Apoi tanar,
Acum, sunt batran...
Eram un fir de iarba
Crescand pe o pajiste
Acum, tre' sa cad...
Un nou fir de iarba, micut,
Voi creste in acelasi loc,
Apoi, tre' sa cad...
Voi fi apoi un brad
Iar cand timpul va veni,
Voi imbucura iar sufletul cuiva,
De Craciun, voi fi acolo, in casa sa, ...
In varful meu imi va aseza o stea...
Din ramurelele mele-si va face cununa
Iar eu, intotdeauna,
Ca Spirit viu, voi exista...
Tristetea-i voi schimba
Cuiva, cu bucurie;
Un el sau o ea, va sa stie,
Atunci, Fericirea...
Fericirea unui copil,
Devenit peste ani, un tanar;
Trecut-au anii mei,
Acum, sunt batran...
Trect-au anii cand ma jucam in nisip,
Acolo, langa iubita-mi mare;
Aveam un castel, minunat, ce...in timp,
Pret de-o secunda, era,
In urmatoarea, disparea,
Inghitit, in apele marii...
'De ce-ti faci castel langa apa marii, copile?
Valurile ti-l vor lua, stii bine! '
'Ah, da, ...stiu, dar nu uita ceva:
Nisipul, apartine marii...
Cum voi putea lua ceva ce nu-i al meu? !
Cine va putea lua ceva ce nu-i al sau? !
Deci, vezi tu, oare, un adevar, in spusele mele? !
Vezi tu oare, raspunsul drept, al intrebarii tale? ! '
Trecut-au anii, acum
Si tot acolo sunt, langa mare...
Imi fac un alt castel ce nu va dura...
Dar magia acelei secunde
In care, cu un zambet, il voi privi,
Va dura...toata viata mea...
Dureaza si acum, cand...batran fiind,
Imi spun amintirea...
Ma uit la tine, foarte bine stiind
Ca vei zambi...pret de-o secunda,
In zambetul tau...
Aflavo-mi eu...
Fericirea...
Ah, trect-au anii mei, precum nisipul desertului,
Caci venit-au furtunile, mutara dunele,
Oaza plina de viata inca ramase,
Acolo, undeva, retrasa...
Iar cei insetati, si-au gasit linistea...
Mergeau prin desert, ratacind,
Cautand sa se odihneasca,
Sa se apere de soarele puternic,
Ce din drum ii oprea...
Din cand in cand, observau oaza,
Alergau..sa ajunga la ea.....
Dar acolo, nu era nimic...decat mirajul...
Slabita le mai era mintea! ! !
Concluzia ar fi fost, acum:
Mersera ei pe drumul cunoasterii,
Dar numai locuitorii nisipurilor
Cunosc secretele dunelor...
Trecut-au anii mei...
Ramase ceva...amintirea...

@Th3Mirr0r





THE MORNING AFTER



Around, silence..
In silence, a shadow..
The shadow, a woman,
She stays there, on a bench, crying..


A lack of confidence..
Confidence lost..cos there, in the meadow,
Finds a peace, her man;
He is there, in her arms, slowly, slowly, dying...


Destiny..
Sometimes, has its own actions..
Irreversible situations,
Alike when now, one is healthy
And then..sudden..dies..
But his woman, stays there, near her man,
Remembers the beautifull moments before they were gone
And..cries...


She remembers that one day before
He was smiling back to her so full of life!
But now, the merry moments are no more..
Sudden, in a morning after, gone, because of a strife...
A strife seen in a casual death chain
Cos her man
Struggles to live..
He has no will, to leave..


'I wish to lie down on the grass, my wife'
He whispers, slowly, bearly breathing
And the teary eyes of his woman,
Looks at him, alike begging to remain alive..
She drags him off the bench, there, on the grass,
Holds him dearly in her arms,
And her silky hair covers his face,
Alike the night covers the stars..
She close her eyes wishing again to feel

the other soul,
To give it life,
To split her life..
'Stay with me..
Do not leave me..'
She says him, among tears, flowing in a river
And her body, shiver,
When pressing her lips
In a silent life-kiss,
Of a morning after...
He's breathing normal now;
The heart-attack stopped;
The supply of blood and oxygen to an area of heart muscle is un-blocked,
And lives..
All because of God's will
To make happy a loving wife,
Changing hand of fate,
In a morning after...



@Th3Mirr0r



[ROMANIAN VERSION]


DIMINEATA DE DUPA



Imprejur, liniste..
In liniste, o umbra..
Umbra, o femeie,
Ea sta acolo, pe o banca, plangand..


O lipsa a increderii..
Incredere pierduta..caci acolo, pe pajiste,
Isi gaseste o pace, barbatul ei;
El e acolo, in bratele ei, incet, incet, murind...


Destin..
Uneori, are propriile-i sale actiuni..
Situatii ireversibile,
Precum acum, cand cineva e sanatos
Iar apoi..deodata..moare..
Dar femeia sa, sta acolo, langa barbatul ei,
Isi aminteste momentele frumoase inainte ca ele sa dispara
Si..plange...


Ea-si aminteste ca in urma cu o zi
El ii returna zambetul asa de plin de viata!
Dar acum, momentele vesele nu mai sunt..
Deodata, intr-o dimineata de dupa, disparute, din cauza unui conflict...
Un conflict vazut intr-un lant intamplator al mortii
Caci barbatul ei
Se chinuie sa traiasca..
El nu are nici o vointa, sa plece..


'Doresc sa ma intind jos pe iarba, sotia mea'
Sopteste el, incet, abia respirand
Iar ochii inlacrimati ai femeii sale,
Privesc catre el, ca si cum ar implora sa

ramana in viata..
Ea-l trage jos de pe banca, acolo, pe iarba,
Il tine dragostos in brate,
Iar parul ei matasos ii acopera fata,
Precum noaptea acopera stelele..
Ea-si inchide ochii vrand din nou sa simta

celalalt suflet,
Sa-i dea viata,
Sa-mi imparta viata proprie..
'Stai cu mine..
Nu ma parasi..'
Ii spune ea, printre lacrimi, curgand intr-un rau,
Iar corpul, ii tremura,
Cand isi apasa buzele sale
Intr-un tacut sarut al vietii,
Al unei dimineti de dupa...
El respira normal acum;
Atacul de inima s-a oprit;
Cantitatea de sange si oxigen dintr-o zona

a unui muschi al inimii este deblocata,
Iar el, traieste..
Toate acestea datorita vointei lui Dumnezeu
De a face fericita o sotie iubitoare,
Schimband mana destinului,
Intr-o dimineata de dupa...



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[th3mirr0r]

thank u for reading some of my poems

[dejavu]

Haven't read them all yet, but thanks for posting.  They are very moving.

[gnash]

UNTOOTLED TIGHT TWICE

us two a puff dragging on a smoke curls wisp up a halo on your face and that grin                                            ennis + jack makes me shift in my seat a log placed behind my back and in front of me the fire which warms and gives color to our nights as we reach out to make fingers interlace and you pull my face to yours with dirty hands and no i do not mind because there is love beneath your fingernails, the love you found in my heart you know, this ain't half bad the two of us like this waiting for the night to fall as if that's an excuse for clothes to shed and drop and then with sly grins we watch what we have rising until they beat with the thumping of our hearts and you grab me and i taste you and you are salty like it is meant to be and you groan when i tell you (yeah, i love you)                                             with my lips and not a word is said

[Cally]

I really love this, Jimmy.  It takes me back to the heart of it all, where I don't go so often nowadays.
Sara

[CellarDweller115]

Excellant Jimmy!

[CellarDweller115]

Shit Talker

Running your mouth
everywhere that you can
talking your shit
realizing your plan
everything you discuss
and everything that you say
taking pot shots at others
objecting to their ways
rejection does suck
reality sets in
everyone has moved on
from your God awful din
utilizing your time
shit-talking about others
except you'd be here if you had your druthers.