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Re: Freewrites

Postby olson29 » Sun Aug 29, 2010 5:30 pm

soy llamado por el Espíritu para que te digo,
usted es mas y mas bella de lo que usted cree que son,
Dios te ama tanto!
Baile con la musica del silencio y la musica de tu corazon.
La verdad es clara, la verdad es el amor.
Que abrazar tu viaje, respirar mas profundamente, y amar mas y mas,
mas cerca y cerca.
you are poetry

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Re: Freewrites

Postby olson29 » Wed Sep 15, 2010 10:32 pm

I hold her and listen to her heart.
"One day my love dear love
You'll see the mist beyond the shore."
Passions in our presence shelter.
Older, we become more pure.
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Re: Freewrites

Postby olson29 » Mon Sep 20, 2010 10:46 am

Her Continents and Oceans


Darkness becomes lost in darkness.
Her inner light starves in atrophy.
She wonders why she breathes.
She's flawed and adorable,
powerful and vulnerable,
she's still -
lost and lonely.

She needs a man that will be
her mountain and oak,
strong enough to withstand
her emotional hurricanes.

Nature is never wrong,
nature is forgiving.

She needs a sensitive man that will
protect her heart and listen to her.
More than life and death,
a man that will never give up on her.
you are poetry

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Re: Freewrites

Postby olson29 » Sun Sep 26, 2010 8:24 pm

The book could be will be, will be, maybe.
A leaf moves with the air and sleeps in
the glory of grace. The song from China
Mountains. The stew of clouds, waterfall spin
rising clouds, swimming in the air; diagonal and
center, the music is hear. hi, always. Back to the book,

O the book, with photos to be revealed, art
to anybody. Details unveil in the already here.

It can go in a womans soul and be used as a
weapon for a guy, or a way to find their soulmate,
a place to take journeys through faith, all it's water.
you are poetry

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Re: Freewrites

Postby olson29 » Sun Sep 26, 2010 8:54 pm

Sky Eyes


Rain falls through the sky.
She feeds her baby and looks out the window.
She sings soft songs and catches her babies exhale.

She closes her eyes and listens to her little heart grow.
The white sky remains blue, rain remains yet changes.
Her child falls asleep in her arms. It is at that
moment that she understands why she
survived. It's time for new memories,
a clear present, free to love the whole
moment. Her baby wakes up and looks into her eyes.
you are poetry

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Re: Freewrites

Postby Jabberwhacky » Wed Sep 29, 2010 3:49 am

this is actually quite nice.

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Re: Freewrites

Postby olson29 » Thu Sep 30, 2010 10:09 am

"It's amazing what we can find just by looking into someones eyes."
A mother replies, "Yep. I'm reminded we are made in His image,
after all. He understands our minds and hearts perfectly,
and we have the innate ability to do the same with each other."
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Re: Freewrites

Postby olson29 » Thu Sep 30, 2010 11:08 am

A line of rope grinds the corners of her mouth.
She sings her pain where no one can hear.
Hope is all that keeps her alive, dying slowly.

Interweaved in a spiderweb of crab traps and lines
this female whale, finds the surface, with all her strength
she stays afloat, the humpback with deep thoughts breathes.
Hundreds of pounds of traps and endless yards of rope begin
to enmesh through her skin. Her soft tail tissue swims away from
her body. Her torso, does all it can. Her tears blend with the ocean
as the line heaves her mouth. She cries again and sinks a little more.

A fisherman from the Frisco Bay, strokes his beard and listens to the
fog open in the salt air salt water dance. He feels the whale
then calls the environmental helpers. The whale was beyond repair.
The rescue team determined, there was only one way to save her.
They slipped on wet suits, some said prayers, imagining the layers of her pain.
They dove in, the shorter moments were followed by longer moments.
To the death, in the Pacific Ocean, hope is what survived. With curved knives
and hours of scuba breaths, with compassion and hope, the whale was free.

She swam in what seemed to be circles of rapture. She slowed down,
and approached the humans. The tingles went beyond any body high,
for some, it was the greatest moment of their lives. She returned to each diver,
one at a time, she touched them, nudged them, then pushed them gently,
thanking them. We can do more than imagine. As the man cut the rope from her
mouth, her eyes held him. She returned to him, closed her eyes opened them.
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Re: Freewrites

Postby olson29 » Sun Oct 10, 2010 10:54 am

With the River


We feel the essence of the sun and lighten our life.
We share headphones with Norah Jones as
I massage your back and kiss the salt of your
neck. I feel what you feel. Yet, wonder if you can
smell your beauty like I can, your nature spans.

With our other ear we listen to little animals and trees
and the moisture of air. We listen to our baby
growing inside of you. Your eyes are my bliss. We kiss.
I understand you more through the art of your silence.
We dance and you cry, softly. In a little park

we learn to let our heart live more. We holds hands
as I drive to a snack; oh, your hands. We laugh about the
timeless funnies. I protect you as you move. We sit down and
giggle, I feel heaven look at us and smile. I ask,
"How is this beauty so real?" You whisper, "It's love."

We taste pear gorgonzola salads, listening to the
sounds pears crunch and salad mush with sauces, cheese,
and pepper. We slurp tomato soup and you kiss
the soup from the corner of my mouth and eyelash.
We eat chessecake and chocolate cake with a pickle.

We imagine massages in Greece at the beach. You
tell me, "The baby is already teaching me more about
poetry." (We wanted to wait to have babies,
yet how could we resist when we're as beautiful as
we are. The world needs you, my unborn child.)
you are poetry

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Re: Freewrites

Postby olson29 » Tue Oct 12, 2010 5:25 pm

The Musical



I want to put the same word in so many places.
Hear I am laughing, staring into your eyes.
I want to play with tenses so much that there are none,
Everything is only now. Here we are, making history, we all
last. Hear I am, going higher and deeper, a man with woman.

There are more lines unseen, before and after this poem.
Her we are, softer and softer, sinking little by little, rising even uneven,
slipping.
I want to hear your music, what does it sound like? How is your band?

Let's laugh together, like we're funny-krazy. Like Mr. Serious and his
buddies in a board meeting, turning into monkeys and hopping home
to go and try to be serious but it's too late. Like the comedian that
got on stage and looked "so funny," that people laughed until
they lost their breath, gasp, rise, laugh. He loved being laughed at.
Then he spoke and nothing he said was funny and it got "very very awkward."

Oh yeah. Water following a fish in the ocean, swim fast, fish rest.
The nuances and metaphors sap into the moment pollen flower air.
They told me I can't get too obscure, so I chaos and create the the this;
what to write, what not to write, what to delete, what to keep
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Re: Freewrites

Postby olson29 » Tue Oct 12, 2010 9:00 pm

“Not timeless,” he chants, watching about
how Chilean miners will be lifted with
technology and engineering out of a pocket
underground, shared air, inner-battles, 69 days.

Mute on the T.V. Itunes to Eagles and Southern
Music, we praised and read, and wrote, and ate, and danced
with our dreams, onto the next thought. (Future instruments orchestra
evolve). Can’t stop us, stop this, the seed that mates with the climate,
the human and other human, hah ha, hah hah huh, the spirit lives
each one of us travelling in-out le journey - in every different way.
Wilditity to think about all the people in the world living and dying,
In every different way. We’re just warming up; it’s going to get better. Always
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Re: Freewrites

Postby olson29 » Tue Oct 12, 2010 9:46 pm

Lupa


He sits at a glass desk, the ocean outside the window
imagined. Stretching his groins, lowering shoulders
and raising chest, tucking in the butt, strong hands,
strong feet, wise abs. Hear is here.
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Re: Freewrites

Postby olson29 » Thu Oct 14, 2010 11:54 pm

Red Water


Can't write right now, let us be water - I need you.
Are we listening to the same music?
Love and heal. A child within an adult rises.
A newsong wears the air, cleaner. A new star begins
slowly, expand, new star, slowly. Water remains, lifted purer.
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Re: Freewrites

Postby olson29 » Fri Oct 15, 2010 12:00 am

onto the next one
you are poetry

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Re: Freewrites

Postby olson29 » Sun Oct 17, 2010 9:41 am

It's flawless justice.
Summer wars with winter in
autumn. We breathe - again.
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