broken and burned by every doubt.
You seemed so sure and knowing
what you were all about. I know
it appeared I acted with extreme confidence,
you were such a temptation with every glance,
a challenge with your languid air.
The ennui with which you viewed the crowd
evoked a response unknown before,
where I had to prove that I was more.
Later, as you drew circles in my sweat
and I watched your eyes change color
as the sun rose, I knew we were full of poise
to keep from being seen as one of the girls and boys.
The laughter shared recognized,
beneath the clothes and at last the masks,
we had found something real,
exposed before the sex,
hidden even to our hearts.
Now as the sunlight fills the room
the light within us starts to bloom.
We breathe the silence
hear the hearts
hold an inner peace
wait to see . . .
12:18 AM
Sept. 7, 2008
Alexandria, VA
Please tell me what you think, what it makes you feel, how you are moved.
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I see my Dear Tomis that you haven't skipped a beat since you have been recovering. A Masterpiece as always but, I do say I like the obscurity in this piece. It gives the reader more to the imagination which is quite nice when you have a creative one
Blessings my dear friend,
~Joy
P.S. Send my love to the family too
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Glad you enjoyed this one. It was a doubtful beginning with a happy ending. It was fun to write. talk soon
Love, Tom B.
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Such an experience we should all have - a long deep look through the pillars and stone into the depths and blankets of our lovers soul. Brilliantly worded and very thought provoking.
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When we surrender our fears and allow ourselves a moment away from all the things we protect ourselves with, we can discover the real people out there. Patience is a virtue, waiting a pain in the ass.
Love, Tom B.
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Now as the sunlight fills the room
the light within us starts to bloom.
We breathe the silence
hear the hearts
hold an inner peace
wait to see . . .
I know of where this stems, and now I know what's been bugging me all day. The answers are there. For as bold and self assured as you may have thought her to be, she was a scared little girl. . .
"Well, there's an apprehensive naked trembling boy,
with his head in his hands
there's an underestimated impatient little girl,
raising her hand. . ."
(From Wake up. Alanis Morissette)
I just did a piece on it too.
Excellent song, excellent write here,
I have volumes more, but I'm gtting tired.
Jin
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There is always more than appears on the surface. At least, I hope so. Often, I have discovered the greatest people under a horrible mask. I have also met a few who left their mask on, it was an improvement. This poem sought to capture the need to take a risk and get past the crap. Glad you enjoyed.
Love, Tom B.
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That is a beautiful poem and it made me sigh a lot..happy sighs.
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Thanks. You know, we all create walls and masks to protect ourselves, to present an image to impress others. It is the nature of being human. Often the greatest difficulty is encountered in getting past these and removing our own. I thought I would play with this idea and how we play at being jaded and bored when we are really lost and afraid.
Your avatar reminds me of when I was in high school. I went to a boarding school that had a tradition of passing notes, after study hall in the evenings, between boys end and girl's end. How this came about is part of the history of 200 year old Quaker institution. Another story for another time.
I used to participate in this by sending poetry to girls on the girl's dorm. It is how I got all my early practice. My senior year I received a packet, without a name attached. It was full of eyes (what your avatar reminded me of) cut from magazines. Created a lot of comment amongst my friends. Then a week or two latter, I received one of nothing but lips. These were very provokative, but to this day I have no idea who sent them. My life has been like that. Oh well.
thanks for the comment, I run on,
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What an interesting story. Thank you for sharing it with me.
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You are more than welcome. Don't know what triggered the blurt of info, glad you enjoyed. Stop by, read more -- send me links for comments. most of my friends do.
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Thanks for sharing this. It's a wonderful read.
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your welcome
Tom B.
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the images this congures up. with such gentlness..... thanks for sharing keep up the penmanship.
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We all think we are fooling people and we all think we are safe behind our walls. At the same time, we are all so afraid. We should spend more time laughing at ourselves.
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yes, for pretending seems to be easier than the truth. making ourselves look more like fools than any thing.
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Seems I wanted to sigh through this, the feeling gave me more of being loved than ever being jaded although sometimes one person sees it much sooner than the other.
C
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I may of misunderstood the prompt. I took it and saw two jaded fools who had built their walls and carved their masks but when at last they had a chance cast them aside in a final risk to see if love had not come at last.
Love,
Tom B.
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just smiling here.
Love, Lane
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Figured ;)
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