Lets all give props to June's AOTM....Lunaeco!!!!!

Congratz Sis'......you deserve it! Looking forward to see how you represent. (Oh and don't forget to bless us with a few new Audios too. LOL)


Keep Flowin'............

_________________________________________
"Too weird to live.... too rare to die..."

IG: KnowOne215 | PS+ ID: KnowOne215

let me be tha first to post tha thanks and props to you, lunz

u are mos def a beautiful, creative writer.

cant wait to read some blue stories and purple rhymes from Ms. Lunz

congratz ma

"There is nothing more poetic, but depressing than a male writer" -yours truly

you inspire me

you inspire me
we flow indigo indulgently in dignity
my mind supines and stretches
on your thought waves
unwinds, drips lines in indian ink
then bubbles up to meet you
halfway
sometimes blow you away
stinging rays of ice white
which wind you
with love
lilac gentle at times
a soft pastel breeze
a carefree touch
and you flex and bend black to blue
then blow back
warm kisses
i’m aware when you smile
sun yellow, i feel you physically
and my lips spread to smile
warm ochre, golden glow at you
whole-heartedly
you inspire me, i aspire to be, sapphire-like
alight and sparkle a lot
your love lily ivory pure
your love stops time for me
and i swing on the second hand
daring it to drop me
undauntedly, risking crimson now
my heart bleeds
to love you
hanging on my time with you
one word
blissful
feeling you fuschia
feeling you inspire me
deeply
your heart flips me six rubies
to be bejewelled by
thoughts of you
red my mind
pearl drop drift me through days and dreams
dazzling me, dazing me, joining my dots
completing me
and i’ll never be too full
with you
your love rich and deep in many hues
you set the tone, primary
inspire me
so darling
kiss me, tickle pink my palatte
come close to me
tell me again
you love me
through and through the whole spectrum
then back again
and let me show
my love to you
let me try, envision violet,
let me try to inspire you, cerulean
and add another vermillion
colours to your life
you inspire me

~~~


my
blue
song
http://au.briefcase.yahoo.com/bc/lilibluu/lst?&.dir=/blue/blue+thoughts+lunavamoloonerdco&.src=bc&.view=l

u had me shiverin for a second wit those "feeling good" vibes. had me thinkin it was to me.

(lik smiles and laughs)

that, ma........was BOOTIFUL. u could get in trouble wit this one. i loved it.

i'ma just....just.......i'ma....u know.....yea,....leave

(lik smiles)

lol

"There is nothing more poetic, but depressing than a male writer" -yours truly

beautiful feeling to that one.

your love stops time for me
and i swing on the second hand
daring it to drop me

like that.
___________________________
-Phyllis-


and the soul sings on...

Damn this is beautiful...

"To be a poet is a condition, not a profession."
- Robert Frost

http://inevitabletruth.blogspot.com/
http://www.lulu.com/content/187759
http://www.hdfest.com/Barry/allreviewsbarry.html
http://wishbonec.wordpress.com/

yes indeedy, congratz...

http://www.GaryPatrickGarry.com

"I'm stalling in flight
Hovering over horizons
Waiting for night"

"My turn to speak in tongues"
--Photosynthesis

http://www.soundclick.com/bands/2/photosynthesis_music.htm

step into the fuschia

i’ll fuse yore mind in fuschia dreams..hot pink bubbles of soap poppin
brain corn.. in butta’
i’ll have ya tapping yor cortex an’ wondering if that’s a reflex..
thinkin’ maybe reaction created oppposite and equal action
for every evermore you’ll read it backwards.. an’ upside down like you can’t really see
say, maybe you’ll be needing a seeing eye dog,
cos the way that yor behaving.. i’d think y’d need help diggin up a bone
I’ll let you run and play and frolic.. in tha park with your friends
maybe yo’re ears will hear the high-pitched sighs of my soul
inaudible to the average human’s ears
and you’ll run to me..
tail waggingly?
i’ll unleash you
i’ll set you free..
i’ll let you see.. into parts of me.. no man has ever seen
i’ll think of you.. as fuschia dreams.. an unseen twin.. flowerful fruit of destiny
i’ll think of you flowing pink.. fireflying.. an’ dream of you as nights dance into days
sunlight rising up behind a mountain crest….lightning flashing zigzags over silver skies
i’ll think of you red-hot an’ pink.. burning
fuschia
fusing…..
us in my dreams
no confusion on my mind
filling in the spectrum
of everlasting time
fuschia
feelings.. you

i’ll think of you in fuschia dreams
i’ll think of you
in fuschia..
shades of fuschia fascinate an’ flow an’ flair
as i think of you
in fuschia

~~~


my
blue
song
http://au.briefcase.yahoo.com/bc/lilibluu/lst?&.dir=/blue/blue+thoughts+lunavamoloonerdco&.src=bc&.view=l

Ms. Blue Moon stepped outside her azure, sapphire, turquoise, royal blue personna and got busy with the FUSCHIA flava -- ;^)

Go head' on girl!


Alrighty Then -- *smiles*

A guitar string vibrating, a measure of my soul, a breech in the silence --
I've always felt like words come through me & I write them down... they have no master --- gsquared ♥

http://www.soundclick.com/bands/2/photosynthesis_music.htm

The begining sounded almost like a hip-hop preamble, then you seemed to switch up in the middle.... I like this experiment!

"To be a poet is a condition, not a profession."
- Robert Frost

http://inevitabletruth.blogspot.com/
http://www.lulu.com/content/187759
http://www.hdfest.com/Barry/allreviewsbarry.html
http://wishbonec.wordpress.com/

congratulations!
have fun this month
___________________________
-Phyllis-


and the soul sings on...

secrets

I wonder sometimes how many secrets are hanging over me. Suspended in dusty high corners of unkept musty smelling rooms, almost unseen by bare blurred eyes. Sometimes I can’t sleep for fear that they will catch me, suck me into their webs.

Poisonous secrets that are eating away at the core, that I tell myself I should never share, never hurt, shock or endarken another with, secrets that they told me.. that made my world seem colder.

Secrets that my mother never told me.
Secrets that take people dying to reveal, or generations, lifetimes of silence and darkness, only to be someday discovered with renewed anguish, newer heartbreak. Searing pain that cuts so deep it numbs us to an outside world, no longer our reality.

I realise in a dream sequence that she must now feel guilty., and I ache for my mother, the space between us that wouldn’t let these thoughts pass from her lips to mine, even as she lovingly once breastfed me with her nourishing milk. I, a baby nursed, nurtured with centuries of grief. I recollect the congealed Bitter Sweet taste.
Silence
Utter
Silence
Why?

Secrets half told by guilty sad eyes that can no longer contain them just confuse me, make my life a wretched hurtful place where I fear and hide from certain deaths that I do not comprehend.

A hereditary disease of untold secrets passed down from mother to daughter, father to son, secrets become ancestors that we privately worship and cannot ever bury…the living dead of them haunts us as we seek answers, reasons to go on living.

Our answers not answers just temporary ease. We sink.. or do we continue to seek?

~~~


my
blue
song
http://au.briefcase.yahoo.com/bc/lilibluu/lst?&.dir=/blue/blue+thoughts+lunavamoloonerdco&.src=bc&.view=l

thankyou! it's very kind of you all to make me June AOTM especially seeing as I've hardly posted/replied this month (guilty guilty good gully)
as for audios, there's more old ones in the link if you press back to the link for "AMoon". Not sure if they're quite Okayplayer style or quality.
bless

~~~


my
blue
song
http://au.briefcase.yahoo.com/bc/lilibluu/lst?&.dir=/blue/blue+thoughts+lunavamoloonerdco&.src=bc&.view=l

Waitin' for the (((Moon))) 2 shine! -- ;^)


I'm lookin' 4~ward to a "Blue Moon" month of beauty & insight! -- *right~right*


Begin!

A guitar string vibrating, a measure of my soul, a breech in the silence --
I've always felt like words come through me & I write them down... they have no master --- gsquared ♥

http://www.soundclick.com/bands/2/photosynthesis_music.htm

azure

think of me as.. azure….. blu seas crashing on your shore
think opaline shined..crystalline aligned.. teardrops
sometimes…amixture in opaque and transluminous bluue
think of me like the first time you saw the sea..
as your ocean breeze.. or jazz trumpet spraying ivory smoke..
over a seablu skyblu highbrow crowd
then come to me to refresh and renew…. dive.. down.. deep..
into calmness.. and coool.… or drift… wandermind.. walk on water
day.. dream..of a gentle rocking sea.. a sugared summer mood..
breathe.. slowly.... think of me..
smile

as azure.. bluu …bluu...as sparkling sapphires..cerulean turquoise topaz
bluuu.. ocean… azure..
..and as you think of me..let your thoughts drift and float..
feathers winding weightlessly downwards..
then uplifted and skipped on the breeze..
I know you wonder whether sharks or dangers lurk here..
i don’t think so but we’ll see..
..sometimes tidal blue moods, sudden whirlpools
pull me under momentarily..
but i rise again..
..love..
again..

azure.. think of me
bluu.. oceanic..
deep and magnificent.. mysterious sapphire sparkling seas
on a beautiful day with sunshine..and an inkling of a breeze
think warm & cool thoughts .. think of me
loving you…. i’ll be bluu..
azure
beautiful and true… as you and me
and sunshine..moons, stars and oceans.. blue..
….azure....
think of me

~~~


my
blue
song
http://au.briefcase.yahoo.com/bc/lilibluu/lst?&.dir=/blue/blue+thoughts+lunavamoloonerdco&.src=bc&.view=l

You give the "Blues" a totally different meaning -- AND THAT'S A *GOOD* THING! -- *wink*

I'm luv'n this flow -- With your sunlit shades & poetic hues of azure Blues!


*Respect & Love*

A guitar string vibrating, a measure of my soul, a breech in the silence --
I've always felt like words come through me & I write them down... they have no master --- gsquared ♥

http://www.soundclick.com/bands/2/photosynthesis_music.htm

i'm looking forward to this one

******************************************
www.cdbaby.com/cd/iko
"i created a record label just to release this artist,listen to the music and you'll understand why"

Men write notes to her music - revion

what is it that i'm supposed to do now?
i mean.. ?

~~~


my
blue
song
http://au.briefcase.yahoo.com/bc/lilibluu/lst?&.dir=/blue/blue+thoughts+lunavamoloonerdco&.src=bc&.view=l

i hope you'll post some audios to the month as well as your true blue words i'll be flitting in and out checking stuff.

peace,

n.

==================================

"I'm a curbside prophet with my hand in my pocket and I'm waiting for my rocket to come." - Jason Mraz

"Conformity is the refuge of a stagnant mind."

lately
every trip
i’ve taken
i’ve taken alone
and here i go again
getting so deep in blue
i don’t know which way’s up
these days i’d be surprised to see
my shadow somewhere near my feet

i miss you

i can make do.. make the most of every moment
but without you.. at most.. every moment’s
what it is... not.. what it could be

~~~


my
blue
song
http://au.briefcase.yahoo.com/bc/lilibluu/lst?&.dir=/blue/blue+thoughts+lunavamoloonerdco&.src=bc&.view=l

these days i’d be surprised to see
my shadow somewhere near my feet

those are great lines.

___________________________
-Phyllis-


and the soul sings on...

luna, that was a really lovely piece. i like it when you create short poignant and telling pieces; it makes me feel comforted and comfortable. and this piece reminds me how good it is to desire wanting to be around someone who likes you back...at least that's what i'm taking from this

peace,

n.

==================================

"I'm a curbside prophet with my hand in my pocket and I'm waiting for my rocket to come." - Jason Mraz

"Conformity is the refuge of a stagnant mind."

yaaaaayyyyyyyyyyyy!!!!!!

----------------------
Cop my stuff, mayne!

My first chapbook: "This Chapbook Was Made With Pilfered Office Products" available now - $6.00

My 2nd chapbook, coming in 2007: "Orgasms and Ice Cream"

fmi: http://www.myspace.com/delrica

Question is...what do you do now? Just post your work in this thread only or...? Oh well...congrats anyway
____________

"okp's are a bunch of attention starved computer geeks who shock post in the hopes that their stupid little thoughts go view all (then platinum, then the coveted archive).
we are all a bunch of sex-obsessed, self-righteous, know-it-all's.

yeah.

i love it here."

(c) DawgEatah's *perfect* analysis of OKPers.


The avy: Gael Garcia Bernal. *shivers*

wave of destruction
tumbling down self-defeated
momentary pause

~~~


my
blue
song
http://au.briefcase.yahoo.com/bc/lilibluu/lst?&.dir=/blue/blue+thoughts+lunavamoloonerdco&.src=bc&.view=l

untwisted turban
driving wildly across town
pigeonpoo on roof

~~~


my
blue
song
http://au.briefcase.yahoo.com/bc/lilibluu/lst?&.dir=/blue/blue+thoughts+lunavamoloonerdco&.src=bc&.view=l

have fun creating this.
*****************************
Feelin
Infectious w/insatiable thoughts
Of animated details of interludes
&
loops w/o the hooks..
a diatribe of expressions
fester at the tip of my
tongue saturated w/sex
longin 4 the moment
to submerge in between the lips
of funk
engulf his sweetness
that keeps me wet
on his long days from home

..

-from 2002, after reading Amnesty's report about all the countries where human rights abuses were committed in the previous year alone-(2001)

one

we can rise up through the things we do everyday
when we see there's everywhere to pray
we can see there's wheres need special prayers
and actions where we can lend an ear
or an arm
keep a child from harm
spread our gifts and charm
we have the power to make change
to expect the future to be re-arranged
we have the experience, the know-how the range
where do we start
one heart
one voice
one world
for one world revolves on the spinning needle
and one world is held in a palm
one world which
protests mass human rights abuse
torture and death injustice
the lady next door who says that it's just that he's feisty sometimes
wearin' sunglasses to hide her battered and bruised eyes
the child who's been crying inside decades through centuries which lied
to her
and the pain which engraves
the bayeux of bayoux of barely there babies
who were never allowed to be saved
and live

poets? political disssidents
could i be dead in some corner of the world right now
tortured and bled to death
rather than white, rich and over-fed
had i not been born
how many would i have made room for
so therefore
i must start
with
one
human rights violations
injustices continued endlessly
even p.m's down under knew to say sorry to the few
and forge the future
for minorities? are people too
and each one means some
and each one teach one reach one too
for one world
starts with one and one can make the sunshine
it seems with a thought-sprout
that teaches one... self.. good
start there

and maybe next year i won't have to care about
these blues
these blues
muslims, middle easterners
people children too
dying through
these blues
these days
all i can say is blues
justice not revenge!!
what makes a better man a better end
earth be heaven
earth be heaven
i'd slit my wrist as soon as miss that music
cos that's where i'd go to.. if i left do,
with this place
harmony-less spaces
meaninglessness
if i can't bless this life
i be not free
if i can't pass passion, hope, love, empathy and unity
to one
all up in

Algeria Albania Angola Argentina
Afghanistan Azerbaijan Armenia Austria Australia
Bahrain Burkina Faso Brazil Bosnia
Bahamas Belize Bangladesh Bhutan
Belgium Bolivia Bulgaria
Brunei Darussalam Belarus Bosnia-Herzegovina
Cambodia Cameroon Canada Columbia and the Congo
Cuba and the Cote D'Ivoire
check the situation in the Czech Republic then add
Croatia Chile China Chad
Chechen Chechnya
near and far
calling all cars calling all cars
Dominican Republic Denpasar
Ethiopia Eritrea El Salvador
Egypt England East Timor Ecuador
Fiji Finland France
Guinea Greece
Guatemala Germany Gambia Ghana Guyana
Georgia on my mind in Russia too

the GENEVA convention states that "Everyone has the right to a standard of living adequate for the health and well-being of himself and his family, including food, clothing, housing and medical care, and necessary social services..."
in article 25 of the Universal Declaration of Human Rights
each one
has that right

Governments and terrritories
democracies are meant to be envisioned then enforced through the wants and wishes of the people.. not the whims of petty power-hungry evil hu-men

Help needed again in
Ho Chi Minh and Honduras
Hungry down in Hungary and Haiti
Iraq Israel India Iran Ireland and Indonesia
Jordan Japan Jakarta Jamaica
Kuala Lumpur, Kuwait Kashmir Korea
Kazakstan and Kyrgyzstan
Latvia Lebanon Libya
Laos Lesotho Lithuania Liberia
lost it's meaning to be free
and it could have all started with me
me
Myanmar Madagascar Moritania Macedonia Malaysia
Maldives Moldova Mozambique
Mauritius Malawi Mexico Morocco
now you know
Me
it all starts with me
ONE

Nights i lose sleep over Burundi, Kenya, Togo, Sudan
where people understand
this like the lines on the back of a loved ones hand
like life
doesn't start with a yes and turn into a
:NO" I can't take it anymore.. this world been making me blue
and it all starts turning with you
yeah i'm ONE
and you're ONE too

Nigeria Nicaragua Namibia Niger Nepal New Zealand
Oman
I mean OH MAN!! it all starts with ONE

no man is an island
Portugal Poland Pakistan Peru
need help too
so do
Papua new Guinea
and the Philippines
Palestine Paraguay Puerto Rico
and Qatar
Queensland Australia?
or Queenstown South Africa?
where does it end
my mind wanders and stops
on
ONE
Rwanda i wonder
Romania or the Russian Federation
Sierra Leone, Swaziland
Suriname Sweden Syria or Sri Lanka
Switzerland and Sub-Saharan Africa
Singapore Solomon Islands St Lucia
Slovak Republic Senegal Somalia
Spain and Saudi Arabia

STOP
and
THINK
and start with
ONE!

Turkey to Trinidad and Tobago to Tunisia to Timbuktu to Tibet
to Turkmenistan to Turjikistan to Taiwan to Thailand to Texas to Tanzania
You can help in
Uzbekistan yes you can
Uruguay U.K.Ukraine and Uganda
United Arab Emirates or where it's supposed to be the land of the free so they say
yeah even the good old
U.S.of A.

U
You
it all starts with one!

Vietnam still Venezuela too
Where were we when shots were fired
deep through the desolate night
and grandmothers cries resounded
disappearing into pain
if
only
we'd known

if only
One
WORD
could really heal the world
i think it could be two
me and you
LOVE
ONE

strong with undiluted wishes and hopes
tomorrows too
for me and you
for we are the world
whether where we live matters i don't know

they're weathering wars and storms
still waiting in the wings in
West Indies and
Xin Jhiang Uihur
Yugoslavia Yemen
yeah man there too
where to next
i wonder
Zambia Zimbabwe, Zaire

now where were we?
oh yeah.. it all starts with ONE!
ONE
who gets the ball rolling
the bells tolling
for her and her intuition
for him and his insight into international relations
or the wrongs on their doorstop
the rascism and ignorance
the seeds of imminent destruction planted
in selfish natures
and ungiving souls
how can we make it whole
and begin to live again
if we don't start with
ONE

so sisters rise up
brothers rise up

ONE

~~~


my
blue
song
http://au.briefcase.yahoo.com/bc/lilibluu/lst?&.dir=/blue/blue+thoughts+lunavamoloonerdco&.src=bc&.view=l

Radical -- Revolutionary -- Revealing -- & -- Righteous!

Alladat and a bag of Vinegar & Salt Potato Chips! -- ;^)


This is classic Ms. Luna, but I'm afraid history will continue to repeat itself year after year -- So you can pull this One out annually and it'll still be felt -- (Year after Year) -- *sigh*


(((Powerful)))

A guitar string vibrating, a measure of my soul, a breech in the silence --
I've always felt like words come through me & I write them down... they have no master --- gsquared ♥

http://www.soundclick.com/bands/2/photosynthesis_music.htm

Well it's about time! Congrats on getting the AOTM. Your work is among my favorites to read here.

"To be a poet is a condition, not a profession."
- Robert Frost

http://inevitabletruth.blogspot.com/
http://www.lulu.com/content/187759
http://www.hdfest.com/Barry/allreviewsbarry.html
http://wishbonec.wordpress.com/

freestyle
- think i'll call it 'relinquish'

flowing..
on the brink of sinking into knowing
what i’m feeling
don’t want to pinpoint that
can’t explain the sound of sand forming
nor control the waves rolling in
a grainy picture
it’s not even poetic

can’t hide from what my psyche wants me to see
but it’s not even everyday
that i want to be me

see
there’s people near to me
dear and faraway asking still
when all’s fine on the outside
so why

i mean i guess
too many days
i’ve known blue

nothing to do with you
nor depression or some other repressed expression
of a heart and mind that doesn’t know happiness
it’s more or less

too many days I’ve known
blue

hard to find the reasons to survive
and keep on living
an energy which rises and dives
dices you in pieces

it's something like incompleteness
today

see
i miss her sometimes

just found out
wonderful news
something about it’s a little
sad to me

contemplating it’s got me
flowing
uneasy
digging deep
for happy

giving it up
to blue

~~~


my
blue
song
http://au.briefcase.yahoo.com/bc/lilibluu/lst?&.dir=/blue/blue+thoughts+lunavamoloonerdco&.src=bc&.view=l

coolness... happy month of june-ness
keep it riding high like the moonlight tonight!

peace props

~~~~~~~~ luv R.
https://www.facebook.com/robyn.wildchild12
psycho.
"Institutions encourage us to consider the opinions they sell as "facts" and that we "believe" rather than question the morality they pitch."
cities need fewer shopping malls and more skat

i love her visionary sojourns! represent!



-Stephani
www.webspawner.com/users/delicateaurasoul/index.html

www.3kingsmusic.com < for spiritual hiphop
www.enneagraminstitute.com < for self-analysis
www.poetry.com < for haiku's/poetry contest, to copywrite your poems
www.hiphopinfinity.com < an awesome ughh site
I'm a H.E.R.B.
Holotyped Existance
Rhetoric Bound

You have the strength of Beowulf but cripple it because of your affinity for the monster
You have been sustaining yourself on the gruel of self-destruction for so long your stomach rejects the ambrosia of life
While the hero of your mind stands by without action while the monster of your emotions sever friendship like arteries under the knife~PG

"fingertips of sun
trace the edges of this room
I turn my face so
your leaving does not eclipse
your kiss on back of my neck"~Ambergirl

someday I won't have to tell myself the obvious
or pretend to be oblivious
~Robynwildchild

"pain is usually the source of my work. the way i have dealt with mental adversity is by embracing it, and allowing certain ideals to wash over my consciousness so that i could purge my pain."-tek

The new me is like: A woman killed in ruffles; falling to the ground with her hair spread out; her wrist secreting ambiant neon blood
Juggling the moon and stars in palms; with the flecks in the eyes turning globes confetti like yearns of non-existant love...
Running in barefoot brooks; with the moon arching its reflection up the aching backs where he holds onto my hips and sways me
my dreams are:
Renewing again amoungst the mating mossrocks stay satiated coining a pith in a breathy palms; so so sappy drenching dreary destiny to bloody toned walls
my heart calls: callused and waving kites colors hues meshing, please feel me- I'm so-so soft- scratching like cat napes, round and female with sun-dresses blowing passion.. kiss the wind swiveling tears on cheeks, the light beams behind my curls, I pose and bleeeeeeed with pain on my sleeve...
engulf: anger,sadness, happiness changing to squared rolling wheels, penetrate the projections of emotional mattresses... I feel open.. constantly.. dream of my transparent body unzipping my skin and stepping out of me.. and I run to cotton-candy padded fields and glow with bliss, and he will wait with his arms open- like that of jesus and view me- patiently...cuz he knows I tripped on my way there and I'm all bruised... ~ me

the colors were NEVER accurate!and people dont go thru people!


my music:
www.soundclick.com/sylana
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Brb8g8f18xE
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-NgNuVHrEKI

yer the shit!

"The dark is empty; most of our heroes have been wrong."

inspired by Jacques Brel "ne me quitte pas" - the first verse and a few other bits are my translation

don't leave me
never abandon me
I'll build a domain
where love is king
and you are queen

..as i strummed alone i felt you
that pure sense of harmony
we were one
one by one strings sifted slowly between my thumb and fingers
soft sounds sang out
each arpeggio, each pluck of a string
each sigh each hum seeping deeply
into melody and love

don’t leave me
never forget me
you will remember what became
though thought escapes sometimes
you won’t recall the bad times
of misunderstanding
knowing how
to forget the hours which murdered you at times
for all the why fors the questions
you hear only the heart at the core of the hour of our happiness
don’t leave me
now

-if you are to go away
i may never smile again
and have no more memory
of the light the life the beauty
which you let me perceive
with one loving look from your eyes
if you go away
i’ll die inside
if you go away
i’ll cry
if you go
my mind
will be spliced
awaiting
the return of half its function
but i’ll still smile
as i wave goodbye

..how can i be free when i can’t lose you in my mind
you’re always somewhere there
subconsciously sensorily perceived by me
when will i be free
when i find you
or let you
come and find me
then will i fly
what will become

i offer you rain pearls from faraway places where rain never falls
i have voyaged and excavated the earth from birth until death
searching for you, waiting to discover you, to cover you,
to shower you with my golden rays of light and life
i’m building an empire
where love is king
and you will be queen
never leave me my queen
don’t leave me
now

-if you go away
how will i know whether its night or day
how will i know the sun still shines
if you go away, i shan’t see
a flower grow, a child smile
nor hear a baby cry
for you are everything to me
you are my souls smile
if you go away
i’ll wait and wait
until you return
and that day
i’ll be
again
the light in your eyes

..you pull away my many veils
and reveal a shining new face
shining with the mirror’s gleam
the reflected essence of you
you pull down walls which were built
by years of hurt and shame
you pull down all the clouds from the sky to cushion and console me
as you caress me in your dreams

-if you leave me
where will i be
some kind of pergatory
some kind of prison cell
waiting for you
don’t leave me
please
id love it if you stayed

don’t leave me, wait,
i’ll invent insensible incredible words
which only you can comprehend
i’ll talk of the lovers the ones we once saw
as their hearts embraced caressed united
i’ll entertain you with thoughts and dreams
i’ll story tell the histories of that king
who wouldn’t couldn’t let death take him
before he could meet you
before he could hold you
before he could have you
his queen
he is waiting

..does he know that he is waiting
is he aware of what its for
does he feel it deeply within his soul
this longing this yearning
waiting for someone to teach him something he’s never felt before
waiting for someone to fill his world, make his life whole
love

-my love
if you go away
i’ll never smell the fragrance of flowers and spices wafting upon the air
i’ll never notice the rains coming, i won’t see dark clouds forming
i won’t feel this love that i have that i give you that i need
and you might as well tell the sun stop shining the birds stop singing
stop the earth’s rotations and the rolling of the oceans
stop time
if you go away
my heart will falter on the second hand
will clap on the wrong beat
my heart will miss the touch
the overwhelming soothing vibration
as your heart beats inside mine
our rythms unite in unison
oneness wondrous harmonies
our love songs

sometimes we’ve seen the flames recoil then splutter out, escaping
from mouths of ancient volcanos
long thought inactive
as ashes spark and lava slides
the earth is burnt
orange brown black
the sky filled with soot filled rain.. white paper-like powder dissolves on our skins so we feel we’ll never get clean
a burnt singed smell clouding our senses
in this air
that we share
we must remember
we must be aware
and care for this place
so that
seasons will pass
the earth shall renew
and the giving will be blessed
for spring will still be fresh
and when the night comes
we’ll see the flaming skies
in red and black, pink and mandarin
flaming intensity, burning bright
for all to see

..so don’t leave me now
not with this
this vision, this dream, this love i have to share
i have so much to give you
and learn from you i’m sure
i have so much i need to give
and i need to know
i need to love
i’m ready for you
i’m ready to love
but sometimes scared
of broken chains that should be molten flowing love
not cold twisted metals
chains that shouldn’t bind with fear or control
love chains of two souls
i need you
to be good and true and wise
i need you
to laugh, to love, to care
to understand what you can of me
or just to grow in, dance in, shine on in
my love

don’t leave me
i haven’t wept enough with the wanting of you
i haven’t said enough to make you mine forever
i’m sitting back here where you can’t quite see
watching you
a dream, begin and smile
and listening to you
as you sing deeply from your smile
let me become
the shadow of your shadow
in endless nights of loving
the hand in your hand
as we walk side by side
the meaning in your smile
let me make you smile forever
let me mirror your soul
let me love you
don’t leave me
don’t abandon me
not now
i’ll build a domain
where i am king
and you are queen
and love is all around

-if you leave me
i will pay with what’s left of my earthly life
i will continue to seek you out
with songs and poems and love for only you in my eyes
if you leave me
a part of me will die
but if you stay
i will love you with loving never seen
never been kissed by a soul like this
one who loves with pure essence
our spirits will swim on waves of love
our thoughts will talk without speaking
our hearts will meld and beat as one
our souls will fly higher than we’ve ever been
i’ll love you through the days and nights
until you and i breath
our last loving breath
one spirit
one love
pure love
love
one

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blue
song
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congrats
what'd you get?
new car?, vacation?, put on the spot?
jokes.

Congratulations

*I'm hella hella sexy*

i *heart* you more than reason and if i ever have babies do still fully intend to kidnap you and make you sing to the lovies around the clock so i can have the sweetest hearttender wombseeds ever known

just found this of yours and thought you'd like to have . maybe?

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pm | email | got words for you love

miss you ms. lady . and read here on the sly for you and the alias known as lush . i see you too j! ha!

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They should really let you edit out your old name for a new one on here.

what is goin on here?

u can at least bust a freestyle or something?

u're much appreciated, lunz. u wonderful writer you.

hope u felt special this month, cuz u are

for real, for real

"There is nothing more poetic, but depressing than a male writer" -yours truly

been off lately, sorry, wrote this in 5 different versions i guess, so here it is:

'X'

i have nothing to say to you
nothing that would make it right
i’ve moved on with this life

used to want time
to stand still
with you
but there was never enough time
nothing treasured or fresh left there
to hold onto

almost got to the point with you
where i forgot how to be me
let you tinge me
proving only that
that pallette
never had enough blue
for you

back then
time
stood still as windless water
reflecting captured kodak moments
still does some days

“baby you know I love you”

such a pity how
when the hands stopped
there was no forth motion
only back--cracking
-other side of midnight
blue-

- can you feel it still
an echo
where time
skips
halfway through

still never enough

in turning back
destiny’s like gravity
inevitable falling
it’s all gravy though

i must just love these blues
“oh baby you know I do”

we’re over
gone now
somewhere far away in the past
labelled and parcelled and piled high hidden away
under ‘pointless’ ‘was’ “uneccessary”
did you ever notice “ex” is only letters
away
from the roman alphabet’s end
wonder what reminded me

when i don’t know if we ever need to be spoken in the same breath again

can’t turn the tables
start the song over
and i wouldn’t want to
we, i mean i
don’t have a hook
nothing to sink or slip
comfortably into

still i get sad
sometimes time
turns into blue
seems to stop
and silence pursues

still knowing
how i used to love
the quicksand
cause and effect
…and the blues

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my
blue
song
http://au.briefcase.yahoo.com/bc/lilibluu/lst?&.dir=/blue/blue+thoughts+lunavamoloonerdco&.src=bc&.view=l

awww

yea, one of my girls just got in a car accident for this shit. she was feeling bad, then mad, then just forgot where she was and got in a wreck.

i see tha blues in this, lunz. i see how strong u are.

"There is nothing more poetic, but depressing than a male writer" -yours truly

you're dope. glad to see you're getting your due round here.

2th.

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bamf.

ima try to get back before the very end of your spotlight!
'
-Otto

it’s me
i’ve been lying in your bed
for 364 days now
in your white room palefaced
looking through dark days.. dazed eyes
wishing i could look into yours
which you hide so well….
swell’d with tears so i haven’t cried again.. yet
i need to see you right now..
in visitations tell you too many times
…how i love you

we’re twins
somehow separated
by two years 12 hours
12 minutes 12 seconds..
12 spaces on a dial
and i never knew i’d have to count
anti-clockwise
just to find you
i ‘m good at reading my calendar
backwards now..
wish I could go there.. that day
make sure you understand
…how i love you

i feel pain
at the centre of our being
you slash with my fingertips
pangs, stabs and gashes
sharp talons tear viciously into me
what will ease this agony..
i can’t detach.. me.. you..
i can’t recall
everything at all
i remember each momentary you
these oftentimes i cry
…how i love you

you tricked me
until i learnt better
lights on and doors shut
or open and then off
either way
you made me sleep in the dark
and i know it was you
who drew on the wall
but i don’t care anymore
supposed to bring sweets
a week in hospital
15 and an ingrown toenail
you shared yours
i thought you loved me..
I need you to know.. now
..how i love you

you taught me
so much.. actions spoke proud
of strength and purest virtue
daily facing adversity.. you never fell
a rose blossomed in the crack between
once too many stepped on sidewalks
in the forever fabric of life
yours torn now.. irreparable
as I.. patiently..painstakingly
cross-stitch time and memory
embroidering tenderly
..how I love you

I remember you
and your best friend when you were 5
her bone disease stopped movement
I feel like that
When I think of you
everything snaps..
and i remember how
you coped with pain, hurt
never said never
were so easily excited
wore red when I got blue
pink when I got green
sudden smiles, laughing eyes
my favourite doll, yours
your love, unconditional
…how i love you

I recall
endless summer days it seems
buzz-buzz smiles lisped from your lips..
we ran and danced across white sands
rowed blow-up boats on make-shift rivers
me the motor kicking water
christened two children in church
love baptized.. not in photographs
shared rooms where only you
were stung by mosquitoes in summer
you slept on the end of my bed
sometimes..
we shared night and day
love and heartbreak
joy and pain
the blood running through our veins
still seems more thick than water
…how i love you

you left me
you loved and loved and loved
and then you let go..
let me go..somewhere.. where i
blinded numb anaesthetized
counted down from one hundred
stopped at 97.. white light..stars
couldn’t see..
till i mourned you..
with every moment of my being..
bound in your joy..
your agony, your life
bound forever still
the day i died you were born
or every day’s the same
i think of you constantly
…how i love you

some people
long.. happy lives
others moonbeams..
bursting stars
morning flowers, dewshine
flicker ephemeral…volatile
evanescently fleet..
flaring blindingly across minds’ skies
love-lighting us
light still shines here
love remains
your sons…
your name
each day i remember
i rejoice you
pray you won’t forget
..how i love you

love, fly by and bless me again, i miss you more than ever, my little sister eyes cry wishing for you to come back and dry them with your song, your smile..

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my
blue
song
http://au.briefcase.yahoo.com/bc/lilibluu/lst?&.dir=/blue/blue+thoughts+lunavamoloonerdco&.src=bc&.view=l

I've never seen the MOON shine brighter than the sun -- But here in the "Writer's Block" of OKP anything is possible, huh? -- ;^)

Your moonlit glow kept my eyes soothed, while at the same time ~wide open~ and alert!


I'm just glad that this'll be in the ARCHIVES so I can be transfixxed and mesmerized over & over again! -- *wink*


(((THANK YOU MA'AM))) -- ;^)

A guitar string vibrating, a measure of my soul, a breech in the silence --
I've always felt like words come through me & I write them down... they have no master --- gsquared ♥

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You have a very elegant style and I'm glad you got your chance to shine.

"To be a poet is a condition, not a profession."
- Robert Frost

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