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OLD MAN FISHING
6/14/00 04:30 PM


Ice crushed
scales flying
dripping blood
wet sandals
slipping
nylon rope
ripping
emptying
pulling
catching
day after day
into dark night
food for kids
old man's plight
hoping
always
the big catch
tomorrow

(Am I catching on here? Or is this way off?) *grinz*




Land of Bits and Bytes

6/15/00 02:02 PM


Be my mistress, I beg of thee
In the land of bits and bytes
Where no real eye can see

Be my friend, out there
In the land of the living dead
Where idiots frown and stare

Trust me in both, forever
For in here I can truly love
But out there, never


Re: Selfportrait challenge

6/23/00 09:11 AM


Never scared to be alone
For I have found a true friend
And he, myself, is second to none

Other friends are scarce, even few
For men I find to be full of macho dung
Most missing nuts, a bolt and even a screw

Simple things in life give me real joy
Rather a Provita than cream cake
Rather making love than being a sex toy

Dreams have been my companion
For most of my adult life
About a girl that loves a white stallion

I'm a dreamer, a lover, gentle and kind
Never fast to anger or hurt others
Slow to offend and speak my mind

Yes, there are times that I'm moody and grey
For in my blood the Highlander's passion flows
But more often than not my mood will brighten your day

Born with a defect, a brain that differs from most
I am not stupid, far from it to say the least
But late discovery has left many years lost

Like a newborn child, taking his first bite
This adult man is slowly discovering self
Every day an adventure, a brand new fight

No, not tall, dark and handsome at all
But wise enough to have learned
I will succeed while the giants may fall

Ask for my help and I will seldom say no
But try to abuse my love and friendship
And you will have to take yer bags and go

All in all, I am nothing but a very simple man
More poet than spearcarrier, more hunter than plowman
Fighting the good fight, doing the very best he can




Soulmates
6/23/00 11:22 AM


In this time of our special friendship
I came to learn a few truths from you
Each of them making me a better man
And each of them solid, beautiful, true

You truly made me realise a few truths
Not one of these can I deny any more
I will make each of them part of me
From now till tomorrow, forever more

I love my God, my Saviour and my Spirit
Once again I have opened my heart’s door
All the wrong of the past will be forgotten
When our God forgives He keeps no score

I came to realise another truth, my friend
There is more love inside my heart
Than I ever believed myself capable of
Bringing with it a New Hope and a new start

Cha, my darling friend of smiles and hope
I no longer hunger for your lips, your sweet face
There is now a better yearning inside my heart
As true soulmates we will run and win this race

As I stand before you, naked in honest truth
My spirit can hear heaven’s angels rejoice
For as Jesus said, the world will know us
By the love we give out of own choice

What you sow you will reap, I believe
And as I wilfully plant love for you in myself
The fruit of my honest and purest love
Will take root and grow strong in yourself.




Find rest in my arms
6/26/00 04:03 PM

As you feel the pressures
Pressing down on you
Robbing you of real peace
And stealing all your joy.

Know that it’s not only you
That will feel the clamp tighten
For there is an invisible bond
Between your heart and mine.

It’s growing stronger ever single day
Already beyond the point of no-return
For deep inside me, very deep
I know that it is truly supposed to be.

Ask me not how I know this
Or even why it should be
I have just accepted the fact
You are a part of me

I love you in a very special way
A love of peace and true acceptance
Good and bad it matters not
My love will simply accept them both

I wish I could pull you into my arms
Not to use, hurt and abuse
But simply because I just know
In them you will find true rest

I know this does not even rhyme
But it comes from my heart
Not planned or deliberate
Just a bubbling from within

Whatever you may feel inside
Be it love, anger or hurt
Please don’t push nor shove
This humble love away from you

For it wants nothing nor expects
Even your acceptance of it
For even if you should turn and leave
It will be there forever more

I love you not only for what you are
But also because of what you make me
For when I am with you I just know
I am the best person I can ever be

This is the closest I have ever come
To declare undying love
For that is what I really feel inside
Regardless of wrong or right




Re: pain
(a poem written in response to one posted by Blue Eyes)
6/29/00 01:41 PM


No pain so searing
As one of the past
Staying with us
To forever last

Yet, all pain will go
As we find the answer
It's true and gentle love
That will destroy the cancer.

I wish I had more appropriate words... just to say that I sense the pain. And that what I feel right now can only be called compassion.

*hug*

It saddens me that one so young can feel so much pain. But it lifts my spirit to see the fruit of that pain growing into something beautiful like your poems, Blue.




Fantasies


Gentle, dreams of day
Shoving our emotions
Here, there, everyway

Filling our hearts
Pulling it's strings
Yes, a fantasy starts

Some we never really want
Just there for a few moments
When there's a bone to plant

But others will come and stay
Growing stronger in body and mind
Forcing the dreamer to search, find a way



True Friendship
7/6/00 01:17 PM

Companionship,
Friendship,
Distorted,
so idiotically,
ingenious.

Love,
Passion,
regardless,
flung about,
inexpensively.

Once,
in a blue
velvet moon,
so infrequently,
the genuine article,
forever.

Emotional gems,
like quadrangle clovers,
should be scarce,
surreptitious,
acutely.

On velvet, blue,
as said moon,
my camaraderie,
my tenderness,
my spirit.

To be had,
magnanimously
yours,
If yours,
it’s sought after,
To be.



Honesty
[A gentle prayer]
7/11/00 10:20 AM


This is dedicated to Charlie, whom I truly love as a friend. And will always love as a friend... if only she will allow herself to accept that love.

Honesty, in many friendships, a stranger
Hidden behind smiling masks of pain
All because of imagined unreal danger
Unfounded fears that honesty will bring strain.

Let it not be with us, in this beautiful friendship
This is more than just a wish, more a gentle prayer
Yes, Charlie, I know that there are fears of hardship
But the love and caring will always be there.

For on the one hand one that could never really love
Now suddenly finding it easy to show just that
And then there is you, one not used to receiving that love
Fighting desperately to keep control... of what?

Whatever the truths, milling around inside both
Hidden and concealed they are nothing but a threat
Slowly but surely, creeping like a black sloth
Threatening to turn true friendship into nothing, dead.

My truth is not a secret, just a gentle love too strong
There simply because I truly want it to be, now and forever
Growing even stronger, daily, as in this life we walk along
But when will I know your real truths, now or never?

Trust me, Charlie, with hopes and dreams
Just as I will trust you with all I hold dear
But whatever you might fear, it seems
Instead of pushing just draw, instead, near.




Time Machine
7/20/00 10:40 AM


Colourful buttons, switches and levers
Sprouting from silver and gold body
Whirring meters, trembling needles
Dates popping up and down, fast and slowly.

How wondrous a thought, even a hope
To merely flip this button, that lever
Watching date descend on magical rope
Finding oneself again in moments gone forever.

It nought but a simple thought, this fantasy
Still, to be able to undo just one knot
Allowing the rest of time to flow straight, easily
Undoing the hurts, the pain and evil plot.

There is a danger, should the machine really play
For as the one hiccup is undone, what will follow?
As we touch and undo a moment in yesterday
Won’t it cause the birth of pain in yesterday’s tomorrow?

I have made some horrible mistakes, deeply regretted
And had I a time machine I may have made even more
For to fix errors is not at all to discard and forget it
Rather to learn from pains... and then open a new door.

There is no machine I can use to simply undo
Nor is there a machine I would like to use
I can not take a short cut to erase pain caused to you
And even the correct way, my apology, you can refuse.

No hurt was ever meant to be, dear friend
This I can say with an honest heart
Please forgive me, knowing hurt is now at end
And allow an even better friendship to start.

[Gryg - To Charlie - 19/07/2000]

Candyfloss Sunrise

7/20/00 10:54 AM


Candyfloss, tinted the gentlest shade of pink
Like lazy dreams, lying, still sleeping late
Gently caressing towering rocks and slate
Ice-cream flavours soft enough to drink.

Within those swirling clouds, lying low on mountains back
Hides canvasses painted slowly by God’s hand alone
More exquisite than any canvas of masters long gone
The Master’s swirling brushes, colourful bric-a-brac.

How many eyes look up in wonder, as we did this morn
Tasting the love of a wonderful Creator in that simple display?
Not many will even know, as they race through sunrise to begin the day,
That there was a small miracle, high above, once seen, forever gone.




Compassion
7/21/00 10:01 AM

Wherever, and further, their children fear
Inflamed bodies wrecked by their disease
Here, and nearer, we are stuffing pigs with steer
Our burping stomachs bloated, comfy, at ease.

Wherever, far away, their parents turn to dust
Dry and white as if still crying out for gentle rain
Here, closer still, we submit to alcoholic lust
We drink and drink, complaining in selfish vain.

Wherever, ignored, tears flowing, dripping
Revealing their pain and cruel affliction
Here, in our hearts, only imagined suffering
Never felt, never experienced, merely fiction.

Out there, really suffering, their bodies cold
Families are torn apart by horrible wars
At home, close by, we moan and scold
Yet, we have homes, heat and fancy cars.

Far away, not here, they have reason to complain
Yet, their eyes reflect not the pain but faith and hope
You and I, right now, are living as if on a gravy train
You and I, we, should be thankful that we can cope.

You and I, we, should rather look far away, not here
We should see their faith and hope tempered by pain
Instead of petty worries we will see the reality of fear
Maybe they will teach us to stop whining and complain.




Re: Faith Knocked
7/24/00 04:46 PM

When fear storms in like a flood
Debris caught in it's frozen grip
Death stinking from churning mud
It is still easy to give the slip.

Changed from good to evil




Nothing but the Truth
8/2/00 01:27 PM

Nothing but the truth, so help me God

How it can sting, that thing called honest truth
Wounding through flesh, down to intimate bone
Infiltrating deep into the coldest heart of stone
Providing no relief, not even liniment to soothe.

Yet occasionally, just sometimes, it’s but half correct
Containing in it just enough to still have an edge
Making it utterly obstinate to deny, even with a pledge
For without all the facts the two halves can not connect.

Yes, what she perceived in my eyes I can not deny at all
Yes, those sensations I do indeed feel, in my every cell
But she should have looked deeper still, seen the hell
For with the terrible yearning came a strain not to fall.

The full truth is that it is there, every single day
The hunger to have, to hold, to deeply infiltrate
Trying to overcome, thrashing around in a state
But easily held at bay by gentle affection, forever to stay.

She still needs to ascertain many details about me
Like the simple fact that I hate my coveting flesh
I will fight, as a man, against that repulsive mess
Until, in my eyes, that adversary she will never see.

[Gryg - 02 August 2000]



Re: Nothing but the Truth
8/2/00 03:42 PM

Protest?
No, that I will not
For it will be to insult
the very essence of our friendship!

Strong?
Yes, maybe I am, in secret
Stronger even than I myself realise
Simply because the I and me have yet to meet?

True to self?
Who is self, my darling friend?
I feel as if I have no idea, he a stranger
Filled with hunger, passion, that I never had.

What should I not do?
Allow Self's hunger to die?
Should self fuel passion's flame
Even to the point of cremating self?




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