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Its the great pacifier,
Sitting on its altar
there in the corner
dominating the living room
that evil ugly box
that we call television.

--Storm of Woman's Revenge.

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She is ice in air, she is shaking trees,
she is memory of mountains and roots,
the proof of sides and vicious turning,
the bite of bruises without warning,

she is maker, the ultimate sewer,
she is mother and the all knower,
she is apple, concealing her star,
she is strength, knits together endless scars.

she is wind, and the constant wailing,
she is jaggedness, not mapped for sailing,
she is wolf, eagle, and albatross,
she is essence of the ancestor ghost.

she is woman, she is not mild.
she is living, perfected and wild.


Here comes the flood

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Originally Posted by Maureen Braman-Eckerle:
extinguished by the pacific ocean

pacifier

Pacifier

I thought you were a poet
passion in your veins
I thought you were a singer
when you sang of what remains
I thought your lips were made for forming words
that made my dreams come true
But I sure got a big story surprise
when you sang the words to the Pacifier Blues.

Oh Pacifier, take me higher
tell me how to whine
Pacifier, what a liar
your bleat is so sublime
Pacifier, pacifier
how to I get rid of you
and erase all of your silly lines
that pacified me all this time that I have spent with you.

~~~~

narrow bridge over the waterfall

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Originally Posted by Marcy MsStake:


Here comes the flood

Come, G'waan

Open gates
swells rising
we can run
but we cannot hide

Loose shoes
encumber rhythm
stopwatch broken
record's grim

Come, we g'waan
down the river
with the rest
easy, living.

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the first mistake

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The way my heart seemed to drop to my feet when the car pulled up. Continuing to lose itself- smearing itself across him, his car, the children. I should have known then. Have seen the signs, and known then. That was my first mistake. I made many more, but am on the path. I just took a little detour is all....


supernova

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champagne,
we drank it with stars
that exploded with our love
once upon a time
when i was yours
a wonderwall
tween then and now
beneath our belts
and ribs
a lifetime of lessons
learnt the hard way
has pushed our universes
apart
and I'm happy
I lie
happy to drift
suffocating
in this lack of oxygen


Posing like a fake plastic tree

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Originally Posted by Marcy MsStake:
She is ice in air, she is shaking trees,
she is memory of mountains and roots,
the proof of sides and vicious turning,
the bite of bruises without warning,

she is maker, the ultimate sewer,
she is mother and the all knower,
she is apple, concealing her star,
she is strength, knits together endless scars.

she is wind, and the constant wailing,
she is jaggedness, not mapped for sailing,
she is wolf, eagle, and albatross,
she is essence of the ancestor ghost.

she is woman, she is not mild.
she is living, perfected and wild.


Here comes the flood

*likes muchly*

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and here comes the flood,
words finally boiled over the brim
of the warmed  cauldron.

its just in my blood
words (like cream) im beginning to skim
rose from the bottom.

writing love with mud
im putting myself out on a limb
i barely fathom.



still standing

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~Still standing~

but what's the point?
still here but wish I wasn't.
still smiling, making the best of all you threw
still standing but I am sick of it.
still waiting to push on.
still here, waiting, for what?
still standing, should I feel proud?
I've had enough.
I want to sit down.

~Chiffon wrap~