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Name: Techieehippiee
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| Tuesday, December 30, 2008 |
| Monochromatic |
Some might say its rose colored glasses I see through,
They are mistaken because all i see is blue.
An azure light is what illuminates my eyes,
cobalt is the color of a wounded heart that still tries.
Do not misunderstand my thoughts of blue,
Various moods are conjured based on the hue.
True love is a utopia in ultramarine,
melancholy is best deciphered in an indigo scene.
It is in this color when my thoughts of love are construed,
This is the time when I think of you.
Often looking into your cerulean blue eyes,
That is when my love for the color cannot be disguised. |
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| Monday, December 29, 2008 |
| Silent Voices |
Visions in my head full of hate and lies,
Conditions me to view the world with disdainful eyes .
I close my eyes to save what innocence is left,
It still leaves me tired and quite bereft.
With their first breath children are subject to pain and trepidation,
While predators use that as tools of intimidation.
They do not fear authority, they continue to lie and cheat,
Confident that they have a friend in the Judge's seat.
These children have no voices, no one hears their plight,
Somehow always in the wrong while the predators are in the right.
You may think its not so bad... No its worse than it seems!
Who is there to soothe the childrens souls from bad dreams?
Complacency, keeps all convinced they live in a safe place,
I hate to inform you, that is certianly not the case.
Everyday innocent eyes are blinded with pain,
Knowing that fact, makes me feel insane.
What a disturbing system we adhear to,
Not protecting the inncocent many, but the screwed up few.
A tragic paradox in the true sense of the word,
But now one of those voices shall be heard.
12/29/08 |
| posted by Techieehippiee @ 11:12 PM |
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| Therapy? |
Not only a great band name but, its how I feel about the poetry I write. the following poems (some very old , some new, and are just some musings, that help me work things out in my head. (yes even good things!)
enjoy. |
| posted by Techieehippiee @ 6:20 PM |
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| Words I try to live by: |
To laugh often and much;
To win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children;
To earn the appreciation of honest critics and endure the betrayal of false friends;
To appreciate beauty, to find the best in others;
To leave the world a bit better, whether by a healthy child, a garden patch or
a redeemed social condition;
To know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived.
This is to have succeeded. -Ralph Waldo Emerson
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| posted by Techieehippiee @ 3:49 AM |
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| Places in the Heart |
You are in my dreams and in my heart when I am awake
Sometimes I miss you so it makes my soul ache
When I am alone and thoughts of you consume my mind
It helps to know your spirit is never far behind
I often think of the funny things that you used to do
That thought alone can sometimes help me through
A heavenly person, you are back where you belong
I hope you can feel my love when you hear this song
Right now my words do fail me here
I want to make this perfectly clear
Even though we may now be apart
You forever hold a place in my heart
Dedicated to Michael 2002 |
| posted by Techieehippiee @ 3:36 AM |
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| Convergence |
the coming together of all things
harmony, synergy, music.
ever have a day when everything seemed planned?
everything just comes...
together?
life often seems predestined, or even scripted
but who holds the pen that writes the verse?
ever have a day where everything does not go as planned?
everything just falls...
apart?
everyone has their own version of this
some call it the work of god
others call it the temptation of the devil
simply put it is to me...
convergence.
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| posted by Techieehippiee @ 3:34 AM |
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| Swaying Treetops |
The wind seems to speak
Verses of poetry
As it careens through
The swaying treetops
There flies a beautiful bird
That shares your name
See how zephyrs bring her
To insurmountable heights
Now we cannot see atop
Of these esoteric trees
From where we stand
Down by their roots
One day we will see
That beautiful bird
When we are soaring with the wind
Above the swaying treetops
dedicated to Jandaya 2003 |
| posted by Techieehippiee @ 3:32 AM |
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| Kristallnacht |
How many nights can be like this?
Not a single cloud in the sky,
Alone with this feeling of bliss?
Silent, I do not dare utter a word.
This is all just an internal dialogue,
So my soul alone can be heard.
While looking at the sky in my silent delight,
Wondering simply how and why,
This mindfullness came to me on this crystal night.
2008 |
| posted by Techieehippiee @ 3:29 AM |
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| Saturday, December 6, 2008 |
| Pagan Baptism |
My slate gray shirt perfectly blended with the ominous sky above me.
Many times I identified with the sadness, but not today.
It starts to rain, and I sit, content to be able to soak the rains beauty.
My fingers run through the dewy grass, and my bare feet dig into the moist soil.
My eyes close and the raindrops cascade over my eyelids, run down my nose and on to my lips . I taste the holiest of waters, I smell the goddess' earthy breath, I hear her whisper in the wind.
My eyes opened and I squinted hard like a ray of sunlight was in my eyes.
I was seeing the world for the very first time, like a newborn baby.
What seemed like a visit to the ancient past, was just the start of my future
Walking along the rainy moonlit path of my ancestors
Guided by the simplicity of her beautiful work
Affecting my soul.
12/2008 |
| posted by Techieehippiee @ 6:24 AM |
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