Catchy title, merged from the titles of the 4 poems.  Don't you think ?
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Anxiously awaiting your feedback .
Bastol ----,--'---<@

Silent Stalker

Between fractured frames she watches
glancing slyly at her prey
She wants to announce her mission
Pounce between the billiards fray

He visits his beer, Dutifully unaware
The beads of condensation rolling into wet rings.
The table empty but for the water stains
Casually conversing with his friends

Focused on the perfect shot, she taunts him
He does not notice her stare
Transfixed upon his every breath
he orders another beer

The words he speaks are empty
She will fill them with her wares
she stops to say hello, And envisions his embrace
He hugs her as a friend , unaware of her lace.

She knows his every thought and twitch
she feels her own connection
still waiting she will be
to vye for his attention.

One day he will notice,
Stand up and pay attention
The thing she does not realize
is the cuffs are for her detention

Once past the gravel

Lazily crunching forward
through the autumn leaves
drifting down the message
Just telling ' let it be'

one foot forward and then the next
my shoes they carry me
I left behind the worries
I left behind the pleas

Some where ahead it beckons me

entices me to travel
it says the reward is everything
once past the gravel

forest opens up to reeds
water for miles and
the canoe waits impatiently
pole and tackle I clime aboard

Paddle softly just offshore
a ridge under here, I know there is more
I plunk the line and sit back
true music sings to me as I set my hook

Steady reeling, concentration
pull and strain as the rod bends
scooping with the net
today I have truly earned my means.

once past the gravel .

The game and we

when the sun goes down
you and I together can sing
magical melodies and harmonies
with beauty and light shower we

Sparkling dewdrops of passion
drip slowly down as we dance
endless rhythms of love
with little more than air around us

Breathing heavily together
panting like puppies playing in the heat
tongues dancing like ribbons
touching in the breeze

we lay aside another hour
and enjoy the musky scent
and we take it slowly
the game and we

when the sun goes down
you and I together can sing
magical melodies and harmonies
with beauty and light shower we

Smiles

Smile smolders beauty
like lava and the heat wisps
with echoed tears behind the eyes
flickering sunsets on eh horizon

soulful spirits search the sky
like butterflies chasing fireflies
magnetic attractions to the flame
engulf those that feel the pain

smirks signal mischief
hidden playfully behind brown eyes
like kittens playing tag
between bushes or tickled feet

generous grins echo on velvet lips
like seductive ear whisperings on a romantic evening
touching softly the tell tales
tales of taboo nights and satin sheets

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Thanks again for the feedback
Bastol.

Tell me what you think (  in case this is broken and i have to tweak it you can also use this link

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and yes I was nervous..

* runs and hides *

p.s.  video comments and  comments here are welcome. Tips and pointers also encouraged I wont take anything personal that is presented in a sane and rational way .

I am seriously considering reading this at the open mike tonight.  Assuming two things,  1. I am awake enough to drive there safely, and 2. That i can breathe enough to speak coherently for them to let me.
 
Meeting those shouldn’t be all that hard, but something sounds a bit off with this poem, maybe you can help me refine it a little.  ?
 
(p.s. Thanks for all the wonderful well wishes, sprinkling of dreams, and hugs and kisses!  my new year is off to a great start and this is my year!  The same Chinese New Year that I was born under and this year will keeps that positive vibe flowing)
 
-----
Of Heroes
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Inside, the desperate hearts' murmur
Beats innocence's sweet caress.
Breathing purity of a fervor
Whose strength is limitless.
Tells tales of heroes and distress
 
it begins each night renewed
When passed is a lonely glance
Not from a friend but from someone new
And a word exchange begins the dance
The cycle complete, brought forth the hero but only for the second hand’s caress

Forward in time hearts collide in chase
And break apart in terror
Scared of the cycles cold embrace
Thinking “will this be forever?”
Togetherness is the loneliest quest filled with heroes and distress

 I was blogwalking and found this blurb on silverylizard's space. decided to share t here along with my comments and see how many deep thinkers i have floating around on my space with fast fingers .

my response :

January 03 8:20 AM

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time

time to me does not exist, except on the calander. we measure time by units that are globally agreed upon, but time itself is not a thing. we have now. thats it.

 

we age, all things age. all things are subject to the laws of physics, specifically for this entry, the second law of thermodynamics. i.e. all things basically run down.

 

so time is a ralative thing. it is measured in seconds, minutes, hours, days, months, years, centuries, millenia. but what we have is a clock on the wall that keeps a certain cadence. funny how all the world agrees in this cadence. i wonder why that is. and we agree on the calander as well. the year of our LORD 2007 coming up tomorrow ... and its global too. even though china may have a chinese new year, and their count of the year is different, i know they still follow this world concept of 'the year of our LORD, measured in years after the death of Jesus on the cross.

 

still ... to me, there is no time but now. i absolutely cannot accept the concept of time travel, because i dont see how it can be possible. to me its just a measurement for reference sake. if time travel were possible, time would have to be a corridor, and there would have to be a way of navigating it. the beau and i have argued this on many ocassions. he believes time travel is possible.

 

the theory of relativity is still a theory, is it not? i would argue, and have argued, its points before.

 

 

still, we age, as all things age. and as i age, i am resoleved to grow, mature, achieve my ideal fitness level, receive revelation about the blessing of abraham promised to be for me, and walk more in Gods light than ever before. time to get after it!

 

Yikes that means my day at work will be very interesting.  I have got a few more poems kicking about ill get them up soon .   Have to go about a few things like legally changing my name. and getting used to this peaceful brain of mine when it comes to my friends.

Knowing that you have met all that you need in life, and can accept them for what they are is an amazing feeling I want to continue to explore.  right after I do another reading Monday out loud and tape it for all of you to see on my video section.

speaking of the video section,  you have to press play now, but at least I know it works for everyone,  I'll do my best to keep them fresh and link the songs in a blog post for those who like to dig the archives. As well there is a new set of links floating around the edges of my blog so  feel free to go click about  and sign the guest book .

as for the challenges,  They are being worked on , but some things that I have not experienced in some fashion are harder to squeeze out of this pencil than others.

Ta Ta For now my blogging buddies, Internet stalker ladies , and groupies :)  you know who your aren't . 

:D

Bastol.