Moderate this!

Dear Ms Beach Girl,
From the east side valley
Your super moderator ego
Shines for all the world to see

Is this really your life
To moderate a forum?
Pray, tell, for I wonder
What's your qualification?

Sifting through the posts
Judgment calls, two and three
Here is a word from someone-
Ahh -You come to moderate me!

Apparently I am a spammer
Though I see the truth of spam
Advertising dodgy links
This is not who I am

For a girl in need I've written
A reply quite extensive
Well-researched address
Of kindness at it's best

Steps on how to plan
A diet that will help her situation
Added links to recipe sites
Of professional associations

Let me get this straight---
Dear Valley beachy bi-atch
That I'm offensive and wrong
For adding a recipe site to match?

Was my long and thoughtful post
Simply too structured for a forum
Or maybe my articulated English
And argument was to you, quite boring?

Don't give me a cut and paste
From the timeless forum rules
In fact I have read these
And can play my linguistic clues

Alas the moderator wank
Power is where they wish it to be
In their hands, their decision
To incriminate me!

I wrote a complaint
Then soon found out
Complaints call for instant banning
My profile is dead- the end of my account

Reminds me a little
Of 1984
Also of dictatorships
History shows us more

Blinded authority may feel they have strength and that they win.....
But it is the rebels with a heart that take them down and sing.
Fuck you Mods.

Where the fires still burn, the houses still fall

Twelve.
Handsome is more than you will ever begin to attain.
A man with no debt is inviting
No financial future is not
A man who has freedom is inviting
Cheating on your beloved is not
A man with life experience is inviting
War-glorification and anger issues is not
A man who is strong and assertive is inviting
Manipulative and abusive is not
A man with a sense of purpose is inviting
Deathbed focused, controlling nastiness is not

Let the flames burn

A man sharing dreams and wanting a future is inviting
Immoral and disturbing desire is not
A man who shows affection is inviting
Only giving his intimacy and love to others is not
A man with intelligence is inviting
Acquiring knowledge through fraud and bribery is not
A man who has learned from the past is inviting
Disregarding self and blaming others is not
A man who loves is inviting
One who pretends is not

Let the houses fall

Charred remains
Not by my hand
But yet I wish I could

Water rushes over me, but the houses still burn.

Inner Wisdom Gladly Speaks On Relationships

Nowhere but within
To make a strong relation
Seek the Love of Self

#$%*

Oh my bleeping god, here we are again!
As if you are such a perfect guy and fall into dreamy interludes
I wish to launch you into the outer hemisphere
To burn off your ever potent bleepy self-belief.
That you do not get it makes you more unappealing than bleeping before,
And yet niceties I try!

And then to the other- you over there
Such a stupid bleep of the ages
Self professed egotistical bleepage falls over your unfulfilled life.
Arrogance is not becoming, and your bleeping love of sinister ways
Equally not attractive.
Should I be considered bleak and dull,
So bleep you and your bleeping bleeped-up perspective.

Should this be a bleeping poem
I guess I need a rhyme
A bleeping stanza
Or two or three
Perhaps not.

Always

May your heart always know that mine is with you
Even when it seems the world is completely gone
Grey clouds will part and I know the sun will shine
As no matter what happens, my love is here
Never think that I do not care.

Memory/ What If

What if memory sleeps
And my givings be not enough
Should my words fail you now
Will it be over?
My love, my soul friend,
Will it all fade away?
I fear the machine as much as the outcome
If only you knew how it is- my world inside
This place is dark for you, I know
It is grey for me as well
Cannot breathe
Cannot sing
You know I never took my broken wings in
My heart followed a different course
And now I stand before all these suits
To give of my eyes, of my mind
Not because I may face the Laws,
But for you
For you....

Fallen Sky

I arrived when you were weak

Wearing shrapnel in your skin

You know

I haven't ever really found a place that I call home

But this queen you think you own

Only now it's gone

I can see the year

See it for what it was

It only takes one lie to bring this house down

You were ugly when the beat kicked in

And ugly when it left

When I've been here for just one day

You're with her, and not with me

You were careless when the beat kicked in

And careless when it left

No love without freedom

No love without freedom

Oh, we're not safe anymore

No freedom without love

Let eyes that are in pain look upon it

In all it's glory

Didn't see it till the end

My head just feels in pain

Let us move on

And let all that is lost be forgotten

Don't wrap it up in gold

I look you in the eyes and say:

It's too late and it's too bad

Don't think of me

Don't think of me

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* Found c/o Dido. Her new album really is beautiful....

Disconnected

Screaming without sound
Raindrops fall like stars and around me life
It crushes tight and pulls deeper without proof
The breath does not come

This place bubbling up with a whole sea
An ocean of mystery and wonder
Yet also the turmoil and undercurrents dragging down
Downwards like spirals into sleep
The breath does not come

They should be great and strong
Like giants holding mountains
Frozen caverns run deep in all four
Allied friends try
Though the lands are unified we are not liberated
The breath does not come

Reach in extended hues, those tones of red and pinks
The grey does not payne me, only blacks like deadend spaces
No warmth in the palette
I must be confused then
I thought there existed a different kind
Where is this place of complimenting growth
The breath does not come

Surely air is real
Surely emotion freeing
Surely movement natural
Surely connection authentic

Surely the breath will come?

Red Flag's Warning

Just think-
You will be immortalized in print!
Be that though a mocking phrase
Illustrating your darker days
Or if you're kind
A writer might
Express your traits
With glowing pride

A choice comes to all I meet
They may not know by what I speak
But of those who do-
Beware the scribe's pillory:
Of quill and ink artillery

Monet's Last Words

Gather around all there are,
Let me share my grace

"Welcome"

Words of empty shores
Promise is none
Shadows face

"Come with me"

Following like sheep
Pastures grazing without a care
They go therewith
A dusty sleep

Cannot shake this thought of mine
Is it strange, or am just i?
That pretenders fill the chambers wide

Should you wish a turn
Then jump right in
Without the spirit
You remain.... not a thing

Where passion lies, fire ignites
Where fire ignites, artists rise.

Joy ride

Her breath in rhythm with mine

Shared bodies hot and thick

The night races on behind us

She is almost there; bells sounding

Crying out again snaking to our end

Destination close

We are now as one

Lights do fade as the sun peers forth

As if she knew we would be here till then
I see her in a new design
My comfort in the dark
Joyous and vibrant the beats come fast
Her voice at once elated
Journey on my iron girl
The passengers are waiting

For Shanti

Her spirit unlike another

Her heart strong and free

Her image reflected farther

Beyond the world we see.

Little one; a Goddess of the light

Journeys home to find a place

Watching over mountain heights

Create me now a space.

Riding on red giraffe into happy glades 

Bright eyes bursting emerald spheres

Slowly do the curtains draw and fade.

Never forgotten- such sweetness, dear

Dancing sunlight; breath did cease 

Sleep forever now, my flower of Peace.

The Offering

Lucky you in your perfect smile
Strength in so many to carry
On thrones of gold and crushed dust
Heaving hearts offer no mercy
Just cause, just you
Gathering spirits divide as her axe comes down
And we too are cut away
Like raw flesh unto vultures
Such are days like these

Inner Wisdom Gladly Speaks on Oneness

Inside you will find
The one, the all: happiness
Seek not external

Another Day. Another Year

All the time goes by
And I wonder
Where you are tonight
Do you think of me
Do you dream of me

Here I am in a daze
Allowing yesterday
Every single minute drops
Memories these do fade

Thank you to the new
Thank you to my way
That letting go doesn't mean
I refuse to acknowledge the pain

May all these experiences be lessons
May these thoughts of the past embrace-

As I refresh this poetry blog
My words speak release.