Within your light
My poems became
Rogue waves
Heaving and
Swelling beyond pages.
Cleaving to unexpected
Places inside unrevealed
Spaces.
Words tangoed
And break-danced
Effortlessly.
The rhythm was poignant
And fresh.
The inanimate came to life
Igniting fiery spews
Of prose and word paintings.
No natural or un-natural
Creature/element/emotion/idea
Was safe from being
Captured and woven into
Snow-flaked stanzas.
Everything was prickly
And fair,
Ever-changing and neuron popping
When illuminated by
You….
Yes indeed,
I think you were my muse

placed so many vivid descriptions in this poem, i barely know where to begin...

reading this was inspirational in itself...

loved the following lines for the picture you painted:

Words tangoed
And break-danced
Effortlessly.
The rhythm was poignant
And fresh.
The inanimate came to life
Igniting fiery spews
Of prose and word paintings.

*nods* Peace~

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i'm not ready to make
nice ©the dixie chicks

thanks

imma just do my thing in this thread if thats alright.

no
i have never stood on an island
with the ocean lapping at my feet
reaching out to the mainland
for someone to join me
but thats the best way
i can describe how i feel
sometimes

no
i have never stretched my limbs
across continents
and held the earth in my arms
while i rocked the earth...
myself...
the earth to peace(not sleep)
but sometimes
i feel that way
so thats how i say it

no
i have not once
even seen the pyramids
so no those arent really
my drawings and jewels
but sometimes
they are mine
and i am there
so yeah...

its all so true
in a way

>Within your light
>My poems became
>Rogue waves
>Heaving and
>Swelling beyond pages.
>Cleaving to unexpected
>Places inside unrevealed
>Spaces.
>Words tangoed
>And break-danced
>Effortlessly.
>The rhythm was poignant
>And fresh.
>The inanimate came to life
>Igniting fiery spews
>Of prose and word paintings.
>No natural or un-natural
>Creature/element/emotion/idea
>Was safe from being
>Captured and woven into
>Snow-flaked stanzas.
>Everything was prickly
>And fair,
>Ever-changing and neuron popping
>When illuminated by
>You….
>Yes indeed,
>I think you were my muse
>
>

Flawless in my opinion. You along with a few others have got the art of writing down to a science. Great GREAT job.

>Within your light
>My poems became
>Rogue waves
>Heaving and
>Swelling beyond pages

I'm lovin it.

What ^he^ said! -- *No Doubt*

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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Words tangoed
And break-danced
Effortlessly.
The rhythm was poignant
And fresh.


I agree: Beuatiful, bright, and fresh. Keep that muse, whomever it may be.

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Can it be I stayed away too long?/
Did I leave your mind when I was gone?/
It's not my thing trying to get back/
But this time let me tell you where I'm at-- Jackson Five

you didnt know it
but it was me
that made you turn and say
peace
you were mine
before then

Not real in depth I know, lol. But sometimes it really is that simple.

"I'm scientific, but my reflex gangsta"- Black Thought

yeh i think you are my muse
along with the other players that keep takin me there
"to a place prepared just for me..."
these boards produce LIFE
instruments in harmony we make music

"keep pennin till the earth birth's your rightful seed then nurture it wit more ink..."
ASIEM
"Kuun fiyah Kuun" Quran
(Be and it is)
" A writer takes his pen to write the words again that all in love is fair" Stevie Wonder

your skin ignites
me
prickles me with
tiny mataphores
riddles my mind
with echos of the past
i want to crawl
inside of you
so i can feel
what else is there
its your skin
that does this
just wait until i touch
your hair

i'm bald as a lion main
but you can finger the stubble
making it grow

rebel rick-wheres that touch i'm horney!

TE-TE
The End - To Everybody

gurl! i really dug this...

u and photo have similiar styles where u are able to imcorp all scenery into it and still make a point

limited vision.. nycee



shouldn't say it all or it will be taken
stolen by the Devil
God's my only vacation


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Within your light
My poems became
Rogue waves
Heaving and
Swelling beyond pages.
Cleaving to unexpected
Places inside unrevealed

I loved this... especialy the beginning... The beginning was very strong indeed.

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

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and this was fresh!

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