obsessed said:

You're Welcome Obsessed.

nice to see you're back & feeling better

Back to poetry...for the time being anyway... lol

You spotted him across the room
in a sea of faces, but yet alone.
His eyes....beautiful they were
swimming in a pool of brown
His hair....ribbons of chocolate
around his perfectly chiseled face
A god of sorts sent by Zeus
to appease the human race.

You longed to be lost in the arms
of this most perfect man
breathing his scent
tasting his wine red lips
caressing his muscular arms and slender hips.

Together you moved across the crowded room.
He was making his way towards you
knowing just what he must do
for you had smitten his lonely heart...
the first human to desire him.

As your bodies came closer
the longing high, fever pitched
he reached to touch you
and a shiver ran down your spine.
Enfolding you in his arms
swaying to the music
you started to dance
and as he looked at you with piercing eyes
you knew the love dance had begun.
_____

Now then, anyone wanna pick this one apart, or give me a suggestion
for a title, feel free.... lol

I'm here to keep on learnin' and I promise, I'll take the
criticism well...just don't think you can do it every time!

obsessed said:

Title: Love Dance or Across the Room (2nd choice because it's really about the dance)
Criticism: Get back in bed, you have the FLU!

Girdle said:

Good suggestions, but I'm undecided yet... lol

His hair...ribbons of chocolate.

Little joke Karen!



It's like a dance..couples only.

emile57 said:

I have to say I don't like Fabio much!

I just saw Rupert on Letterman dressed up as Ugly Betty...
he said that it makes him feel so alive!



Maybe no one else has an appreciation for Rupert the way I do...
I met him once when I was in New York... LOL

EW, Girdle...have you ever eaten at his hole-in-the-wall Deli?

OK, before I jack my own thread anymore, I'll say goodnight... lol

obsessed said:

hell no...
but you know what the sad thing is
rupert actually mans the counter their sometimes...

EmbattledWarrior said:

No love for Rupert with you apparently! lol

Actually I'd heard he manned the counter quite a bit...that's how I
happened to meet him...just another crazy-ass tourist! lol

obsessed said:

There are very few Celebs or Quasi celebs that i happen to like.
Since i deal with them on a day to day basis, i think they're all pricks
so i am bias

EmbattledWarrior said:

Can you expand on this? I know you're in the music industry...

An edit, because I wanted to tell you that I've been listening
to your music off and on today....beautiful stuff...I even
went back and re-listened to some of your older stuff on soundclick
and enjoyed that as much.....but you've always known how much I love it.
[Edited 11/7/07 20:27pm]

I've been going through re-reading some of the poetry written...
I have to say these brought tears to my eyes tonight...
really beautiful...I hope you'll share more with us.....

CrazySexy said:

obsessed said:

How you wan't me to expand? um list who've i've met...
Jamie Fox... Dick
Usher... Dick
Marques Houston...
Ryan Adams is an asshole, but we actually get along, but still hes a dick(being famous has nothing to do with it though)
Tom Cruise...Dick
Jerry Seinfeld... huge Dick
Big chin guy from tonight show... (forget his name) huge dick...
errr who else...
Tyra Banks... snob
theres more i just can't think of them now...

The only cats that i actually liked were
Brad Pitt... Cool as shit dude, and Colin Farrell
dude bought me a round of drinks, when he was shooting miami vice...
sweetest guy in the world...
other than that
they're all pricks

And thanks for the compliment about the music,
always brings a smile to my face.

EmbattledWarrior said:

Nice rundown.... lol
Glad to hear Brad's a nice guy, cuz I've always had
good feelings about him...he seems real to me too...
only as a fan, of course.
I also find your comment about Ryan Adams interesting...

Anyway, I guess the other thing I was getting at is
how do you get to know these peeps....is it through your
music, or through your job?

obsessed said:

Im constantly in the hep cat limelight in nyc. I'm a village geek so all the pretentious musicians live there (Ryan Adams for one)
When i use to work as an audio engineer for a reocrding company Bacchus Music now a branch of universal thanks to old epic ceo Ron peterson
I use to have to deal with cats on a daily basis. And they're all the same.
Adams thought i actually met during an internship with electric ladyland studios
where he recorded his latest album Easy Tiger, I was one of the interns that had to tune up his guitars etc...
And we just basically hit it off.
Cause i'm an asshole in real life, real big one, once you get to know me
and so is he...
But im digressing
thats pretty much how i know all these people
i just get around alot

EmbattledWarrior said:

Well, I tell ya what EW, at least you know you're an A-hole....
Most A-Hole's I've known don't know they are.... lol

But I also think you're probably hard on yourself, even there...
however, I had an astrology reading tonight, and she told me "not" to trust
my intuitions, and I've always relied on them, so know I feel sorta lost,
if ya know what I mean. As a woman, that really smarts! lol

Of course, there's always the possibility that she's a lousy chart reader.
I can always hope.... lol

obsessed said:

Me and Adams go by the same mantra
Somebody has to be the bad guy...
And i have no problem with it.
I'm hard on myself cause i know what i'm capable of
I know the light and the darkness inside my heart
lapping up incarnations of demons and saints

But everyboy is like that. Some just are not aware of it and let either side to get the best of them.
The key to being content is knowing both sides and balancing them out
Or you can take the buddhist approach and cancel them out and turn into nothingness
Im not there yet, i can only balance both of them out.
As for your astrology reading,
I'm a skeptic when it comes to anytype of psychic phenomena
But I'd say that what the astrologist is telling you to do is
let go,
which doesn't only pertain to you
it pertains to everyone.
Everyone is a speed addicted muntant in this world,
Hybrid beings that feast wantonly on caffeine and stress.
Always alert, always waiting to get ahead .
They never just stop and let go of control
I mean face it you have no control in your life anyway.
Your just not aware of it
If people stopped every once in a while and just let go...
they'd be alot better off
not happy, but at least content
Aware that their meaningless shriveled up lives is only a blip in the billion years this solar system has thrived in, and trillion years this universe was born in
That you're no better than the ant thats climbing the heels of your boot.
and in a second this precious life can be taken away from you.
and you'll return into the dirt were you came from
primordial nothingness
I can tell you this and im not an astrologer...
Just a wayward geek whos read too many philosophy books on life
but at least i practice what i prescribe
and i'm content
I've stopped trying to hump that american dream

i've let go
i sugest you do the same

In through the looking glass,
[Edited 11/8/07 22:03pm]

Untitled

I can hear all the souls of paris,
wandering the streets without a lover
I can hear the darkness beating inside me
I can hear you in my heart,
cleaning the remnants of wasted kisses and promises
stained from a thousand courtly dances t
hat have died in the dusk
I can feel you say
that you're everything and nothing to me
My partner, my lover,
If only you were here right now
Together we can bask in the iridescent dimness
of this candle before me
casting a light shadow into the blue night
We can drown in a sea of half-lit midnights
around this pale universe
Accrete into a star
and be bonded as one for all time

(i dunno i just wrote this now, totally raw and unedited)

EmbattledWarrior said:

Some of this is quite pessimistic to me...are you sure you've completely balanced
both sides? lol I know that we're all just a speck in the whole scheme of
things, but I believe as thinking creatures, we have to have some optimism,
some hopes, some dreams to carry us through each incarnation, and I'm not
talking about the so-called American dream, because there is certainly a lot
more world out there than that, and I'm certain you'll agree with me there.
We just happen to be products of this American soil, but then I guess we each
chose that for our incarnation this time, so there ya go.

Anyway, the reading I had was a part of a class I'm taking....I love New Age stuff....
some of it has validity and some of it doesn't. What I'm hearing you say is
that my intuition may be a form of control, which I've never really thought
about before...maybe it is, maybe it isn't. I just know that I've always depended
upon it in a lot of my decision-making, and particularly in my friendships.

Come to think of it, maybe my intuition is screwed up....

I'm always very well aware of my "dark" side, and at times I wallow in it,
but in some ways I find that self-healing, if I don't take it too far and
wallow for too long. I'm also now finally allowing my creative side to shine
through (as green as I am) and finding that it's a good outlet for stress,
emotions, and even good feelings.

Overall though, I consider myself to be a fairly easy going individual
with a good strong sense of humor in my life; and I rely heavily
on that sense of humor to carry me through. The older I get, the stronger
that sense of humor is becoming.I've let go of a lot of baggage the past few years,
and maybe I'm not completely there yet,but I have confidence
that I will be. If not, at least I can laugh about it all, and that in
itself makes me feel good.It gets the ole endorphines going, and that counts for a lot. lol


Now then, good to see you back writing some poetry....no problem with the
raw, unedited....then there's me....I'm workin' on my next one, but who
knows when it will show up in here! lol

And where have all the poets gone? lol Come on back, you guys!
This is a poetry thread, afterall! Don't let these side conversations
scare you off....

We need some poetry!

obsessed said:

I've done the whole new age thing, went through it in my teens.
The actual "magic" about it is empty, But the philosophy behind it is key.
Intuition is the judging body in your being. It's part of the little voice in your head that keeps yammering. Many names for it ,The foriegn installation.
The Ego. You think its you, its not. You think its screwed up. It's not
why?
Cause it doesn't exist.

You saying that you wallow in the darkness, interest me though...
I mean how dark are you? You seem pretty balanced.
I've read some really dark poets, your not one of them,
hope that doesn't offend you.
do you like wallow in sadness or something?

I don't wallow in anything. I have to act as i do...
Cause i'm so content with my life...
Thats why i get writers block alot or over write
im too intellectual, not enough feeling...
Myu feeling has eroded from disdain and failed relationships etc...
philosophy, whatever...
So theres very little left
So i have to pretend that im sad, Longing for a lover,
Or in the opposite pretend im in love and its hard.
But i get by i guess, we all have our methods

EmbattledWarrior said:

I consider myself pretty well balanced, as you put it...and I'm not in the
least offended that you don't think I'm a "dark" poet, because I'm not! lol

Maybe the term "wallow" is too strong a word to use...I have a depressive
nature and at times it tends to override so that's all I'm saying. But I'm
noticing it's less often the older and wiser I become.

As for feelings, I have to feel to write, otherwise it just doesn't work
for me...I would have trouble "pretending" a feeling.

A dying candle
serves to light
the flame of another....
We are each present in both.

obsessed said:

I'm a man of many masks
I wove them specifically to hide my scars

Most people are deppressed, they never have anything good to be deppressed about.
not saying you don't
just find it intruiging

Christ, nobody is posting, i guess its not just me whose in a block
Thought i'd post this, maybe it'll give us some inspiration


The Wild Wild Sea

I saw it again this evening,
Black sail in a pale yellow sky
And just as before in a moment,
It was gone where the grey gulls fly

If it should happen again I shall worry
That only a strange ship could fly
And my sanity scans the horizon
In the light of a darkening sky

That night as I walked in my slumber
I walked into the sea strand
And I swam with the moon and her lover
Until I lost sight of the land

I swam till the night became morning
Black sea in the reddening sky
Found myself on the deck on a rolling ship
So far where no grey gulls fly

All around me was silence
As if mocking my frail human hopes
And a question mark hung in the canvas
For the wind that had died in the ropes

I may have slept for an hour
I may have slept for a day
For a woke in a bed of white linen
And the sky was the colour of clay

At first just a rustle of canvas
And the gentlest breath on my face
But a galloping line of white horses
Said that soon we were in for a race

The gentle sigh turned to a howling
And the grey sky she angered to black
And my anxious eyes searched the horizon
With the gathering sea at my back

Did I see the shade of a sailor
On the bridge through the wheelhouse pane
Held fast to the wheel of the rocking ship
As I squinted my eyes in the rain

For the ship had turned into the wind
Against the storm to brace
And underneath the sailor's hat
I saw my father's face

If a prayer today is spoken
Please offer it for me
When the bridge to heaven is broken
And you've lost on the wild wild sea
Lost on the wild wild sea...

EmbattledWarrior said:

I think many of us weave masks to hide behind...
We all have "junk" to deal with....all of us.
Some of us, more so than others.....some of us have been hurt
more than others.....but in the end, it's all in the way we
perceive things.

EmbattledWarrior said:

Nice inspiration, but I'm still in a block...
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