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Shadows Light

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  1. Wow... now that's a blast from the past. : ) Thx bringing it forward again.
  2. ok.... where's the "LIKE" button on this thing??? LIKE IT.
  3. 3] Love this poem. Again. I came back here today after a longggggg time away and was surprised to see this one at the top of the charts again. Brought a smile to my face because...... once again it hit home and touched me. Thanx. [/size]
  4. I wish you hadn't done that..... erased what you'd written
  5. Very very nice. Hit very close to home. thank-you. and aye... I will save this one, if you don't mind.
  6. Love this line. Can relate to that elusive,evanescent, feeling of walking on cloud nine. If you could just bottle that, put it in a box and up on the shelf. And when the soul feels neglected and nostalgic, you can feel that feeling again..... if for but a moment in time.
  7. Beoslasher... I haven't been to the poetry corner of this forum in a long long long time. Most probably hiding from my own feelings and itch to tap-tap on the keys and spill the beans for the world to see. But I'm glad to have come here tonight... your words play a familiar melody in my heart and wake my slumbering soul. Thank-you!!!
  8. Magnificant. This is brilliant. If I close my eyes.... I can see you sitting on that side of a two sided bed.
  9. Very nice. Reminds me of things happen for a reason, a season, a lifetime.... or... people who happen in your life for a reason, a season or a lifetime. And yes, sometimes in the night when the breeze is just so. And the clouds dance shadows accross the stars... and the moon is so close, I could just reach out and touch it...... I smile and remember.
  10. I had a FWB with a friend. He asked and I agreed. However, I don't think he fully bought into it. When I did start dating someone, my FWB didn't seem to keen on the idea. NOPE... true to his word, he never said a word. It's just that territorial vibe I got from him. In retrospect would if I could do it all over again? No.. I wouldn't do it. I wouldn't want to hurt him or allow himself to hurt himself again. I love my friend, he's an awesome person, we're still good friends. And the fact that we are still good friends... I'd say it ended ok.
  11. Very cool. Been reading the "TWILIGHT" series? Watching "True Blood" ?? Ditto... I think I'm addicted to VAMP stories.
  12. Some wonderful thought provoking posts on this thread. Someone mentioned Eckhart Tolle and the "Power of Now" book. I haven't had the pleasure yet to read it. However, I'm currently reading and participating in the on line webcast with the book..."A New Earth...Awakening to Your Life's Purpose". And wanted to suggest it to the OP "Rainman" for furthering his studies. And his search for. "Who am I?" Been thinking about his orginal post. He briefly touched on his "story" and past events that have gotten him to the present state. His turbulant childhood and an abusive father. That little tidbit of information seems to be the pebble that started the entire avalanche to all the events that lead him to his present moment. So why is he hanging on to the past? What use is it to him? It doesn't shape who he is? not the real him. He allows it to. He defines himself by it. He lays all the blame for his present state on the past or... on the "sheep" others. I noticed that he used a lot of labeling. He calls people "sheep" and "small minded" and puts himself in the roll of being superior to the rest of us mere mortals. And why is that? Locking himself up from the world for 2 years. Why? it's a form of suicide. It kills the EGO. His EGO has over inflated itself. And if he were to participate in the world... and go out into the world... I think he fears that he'll be found, lacking. He's afraid of failing. Afraid of disaproval. Why? Who knows. Maybe because he suffered rejection from his father. If his father was abusive he denied Rainman the respect he deserved as a "human being". Just a theory. Rainman thereforeeee has set out on a journey to prove he's someone. To prove that he matters. So he's immersed himself with philosophical studies and he alone has debunked every single theory and philosophy on the great questions of life.... "why are we here." (standing up and clapping). That Ego of his is huge isn't it? I can tell... cause he calls the rest of us...sheep. So I sat here thinking about what I'd want to say to Rainman.... What I could say to Rainman to give him a nudge as it were. Poke at his Ego a bit. Thats when I noticed that the original thread was dated 3-11-2004 and he only had two posts. This thread. And I noted that... XAVIERW responded in April of 2004 and he ONLY had two posts. XAVIERW's reply was amazing. I was spellbound. So... where are our two phenominal writers and thinkers today? I gotta tell you both pieces are quite profound. The writing styles in both are remarkable. I certainly wouldn't mind reading more. We all have a purpose in this life. And "LIFE" can truly be magnificent and magical if we strip away all the BS and allow ourselves to LIVE... and simply "BE". In the words of John Lennon... "Let it Be" When I find myself in times of trouble, mother Mary comes to me, speaking words of wisdom, let it be. And in my hour of darkness she is standing right in front of me, speaking words of wisdom, let it be. Let it be, let it be, let it be, let it be. Whisper words of wisdom, let it be. And when the broken hearted people living in the world agree, there will be an answer, let it be. For though they may be parted there is still a chance that they will see, there will be an answer. let it be. Let it be, let it be, ..... And when the night is cloudy, there is still a light, that shines on me, shine until tomorrow, let it be. I wake up to the sound of music, mother Mary comes to me, speaking words of wisdom, let it be. Let it be, let it be, .....
  13. Very timely. Its exactly how I feel right about now. Very well written poem. It speaks to me.
  14. Thank-you both... I have a tendency to write whent the mood strikes and that is usually somewhere after mid-night.... its my I can't sleep Insomnia muse. lol. Hey... I can't ride my motorcycle after midnight... so I've gotta do something to get my rocks off. Feeling like this right about now. Been a l-o-n-g day at work. I'd like to put pen to paper with more than just poetry... something with more substance.... think I'll need to stock up on the caffeine. lol.
  15. The sun will come up on the morrow. Shine down upon me as I take my ease Rolling on the throttle, laughing in the brrrrreeeeeze. Can you hear my heart sing? Can you hear my joy? Ride to live and live to ride… the road we’ll take Side by side. A Hawk on my shoulder and one on his breast. Two different reasons Both hearts put to the test. You fly your way and I’ll fly mine. You twist your throttle and I’ll twist mine. I’ll chase you and you chase me Sometimes side by side And sometimes I’ll ride behind. The wind plays through your hair Mounted on your chrome covered steed. Black leather and shades As we waltz at high speeds. A squiggly sign my heart begins to race The sensuous dance of the road As I give a merry chase. I pass you and you pass me Look out for critters and road debris In the wind can you hear my glee? Side by side we fly as Hawks watch from the sky Bit by bit we chew up road as we ride. Moving forward on a bike no reverse In the rearview the past looks perverse Into the night and into the light By the sun and by pale moonlight The hawks ride. Side by Side. Can you hear my heart sing? Can you hear my joy? Ride to live and live to ride… the road we’ll take Side by side.
  16. So you chug-a-lug with engine sputter Lugging all that baggage, try as you might putter Toss the blame at spark plug and lack of sizzle While anyone can see its getting old and drivel. Those wet behind the gears relate very well. And think your spit and shine is chrome. You might spin a good game of RPM’s But when it comes to it you lack the evolutions. Top end in harmony with bottom True torque moves a body forward You have all the subtlety of golem And the speed of a found on the side of the road… Ford. So move your silly arrse over and let the hawk fly Rolling on into the curves and leaning into the by and by. You might try to fix that carburetor It’s coughing stuttering the same dead tune Sounds like a dry percolator You’re bound to hit bottom soon. Turn your head the other way As I pass in only third gear Laugh and jeer if makes you, and you must But until you learn to live and lean into the wind…. Eat my dust. S.L.
  17. A seed is planted lying still in my bosom Picking me as its chosen Quietly, gently, tip toeing permeating body and mind Seconds, minutes, hours, days roots bind A friendship is formed the seed takes mass Time flies and all of a sudden we have a past. Building on times gone by two hawks take wing and fly. Arm in arm and Wing to wing. Flying over the ramparts And sing…. Bring it on what ever you dare to bring. To warmer climes We dare until the early spring. We dare the winds to be our guide. We dare the fates that test our pride. We dare to laugh, love and be merry… Going where folks aren’t so countrary. Building our nest and raising our brood. Letting in the light all that is bright Where we are not subject to others mood And feeling one with the world and alright. The seed is no longer in germination Its sprouted on the vine Nothing left to the imagination Like red red wine….Intoxication. Pushing off, letting go, a flutter of wings and a bow…. It’s off toward the stars and through the clouds. S.L. ----------- Work in progess... not titled.
  18. How do I love thee? Let me count the ways..... I love thee from here to the sun and around the moon My love for thee can not be measured in breaths or glittering gold My love for thee is not for what you can do for me or what I can do for you. My love for you just is….it can not be bought, and it can not be sold. My love for you is not sewn with lies… but in sweet heart melting sighs. My heart soars on the wings of a hawk above the clouds and green earth. My love for you is real and that is something no one can steal. Nor mortal man can curse what the Goddess births. Take away all mortal trappings we hold dear but you can’t change the way I feel. I love thee.... S.L.
  19. Very nice. ohhh btw... I play a mean game of poker. I liked that little itty too.
  20. Thank-you.. I'll check it out. Am currently reading... "The Secret" by Ronda Byrne Chapter 8.... and its a good read so far. Check it out.
  21. I have not read Castaneda... if you would please PM me and point me in the right direction, I always appreciate finding a good read. I like your sig...because I recognize it and yes... I enjoy the idea.
  22. They remind me of my 1st love and being 16. Thank-you.
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