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Monday, June 30, 2003 Inspired by a phrase used in a chatroom . . .Emotional Knives Emotional knives Cut so deep You bleed til you die But everything stays dry Sharp edge not of metal, but of words Feel it get thrown into your vulnerable skin No matter how deep it goes, you must take it out Only you can tend the wound Don't let them make it worse Emotional knives are hard, solid, cold But you can soften the blow You can protect yourself with the armor of love You will bleed and bleed and bleed and bleed But you'll have hope when you have love If you want to get even, you must put down the knives of emotion and replace them with a gold-tipped bullet of compassion Surrounded by the cutlery of hate Love has the final word posted by:Russ at 11:49 PM | Post Page | 0 comments Sunday, June 29, 2003 Your hairSo brown and lovely Long and flowing Like a dark river Tumbling into a waterfall Tumbling down your shoulders I want to drown in that river of gothic softness Ride the dark waves down to the double peaks And make myself a home in the deep red firey core It takes me there Makes me stop and stare It is beyond compare Your hair posted by:Russ at 10:57 PM | Post Page | 0 comments Saturday, June 28, 2003 Yay, a new poem to read!! But it's not a happy poem. I'm writing it because I miss a good friend of mine. She's an online friend, and is at a work conference in Las Vegas. I do not know when she'll be back online, and I miss her very much.When you're gone When you're gone There's something missing from my life When you're not here I can't stand it Every second I wish you were back again Every minute I feel the need come back to me I watch time go by, and I keep wondering If now is the time you'll come back Not knowing is what kills me the most I'm not complete without you You give me a purpose, you give me something to anticipate Too much anticipation is bad for the heart But I know that when you return our love will grow even stronger I want you again so badly I don't feel right when you're away When you're with me, it makes my day I know it's a matter of time But time seems slower When you're gone posted by:Russ at 3:53 PM | Post Page | 0 comments Sunday, June 08, 2003 New poem written!! I wrote it today, when I went out to the Willamette River footbridge. The Willamette River flows through Eugene, Oregon (my hometown) and it's one of the most popular and important natural resources in our area. I've lived at the University, just five minutes away from the river, and it has inspired me. So, today I went there and looked and listened and felt and wrote a poem for the river. It's called . . . River.River Bridge of concrete Long and gray, strong and cool Let them pass Show them what lives underneath you Step outside the city, weary traveler Bicycle rider Dog walker Come, Come to the river. I see your kayaker, wielding oar I hear your gentle rushing roar It's hot up here You look so cool down there I want to step inside you Penetrate your being, So that you can cool me Wet and cold on my skin Make the heat disappear. Your voice calls, a drone of rapids Ever steady, ever present Where do you find your voice? Why is it so beautiful? You flow, you rush You tumble, you crush So violent, but so orderly I see your waves in battle against each other -- Ahhh, breeze! You cool me. I am now in your debt-- I see your colors, river Black there, blue here Green there And the whiteness of your pain as your waves are born Born from the Father Rock And Mother Grass. So beautiful So strong As you move along I christen you "Life", for life is like yourself Born in chaos, tossed about Then flowing into peace Becoming one with itself. It never stops, it flows along Such a process Such a peaceful element Of expectations and reliability You repeat yourself And in this world of unpredictability, I treasure the peace you bring in the flow of you. Oh stone! Oh grass! Oh log! You're in its way But you are never harmed The river fights itself But it respects its brothers and sisters I see you, floater, kayaker The river cares for you too If you care for it Respect will carry you downstream Belligerence will suck you under. Oh River! You look so pure You look so frosty cool I want to swim in and be one with you But the time has not yet come. The time has not yet come. posted by:Russ at 5:14 PM | Post Page | 0 comments |
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