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~tasha~

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The Road to Nowhere


To travel the road to nowhere.
The soul's dark amazon.
Eternal peace is anywhere,
the mind might set upon.

To travel the road to nowhere.
To know you're really gone.
And when you finally get there,
to find your god is Ron.

There's something in the cupboard, boy.
There's something in the dark.
There's something in the cupboard, boy,
that leaves a lasting mark.

There's something in the cupboard, boy.
Old secrets gather dust.
There's something in the cupboard, boy,
that reeks decay and must.

To travel the road to nowhere.
Reading signposts from beyond.
As self-deceit completes defeat,
a cold ghost light is shone,
on Ron. On Ron.

He learned to sham at his father's knee.
He knew the power of story.
He lived by lies and fantasies,
and dreamed of fame and glory.

So travel the road but beware,
for he drew an arcane map.
His weak and dismal followers,
could see no fatal trap.

But in his inner circle,
his worth would soon reveal.
To those that rail and cavil,
he'd crush beneath his heel.

There's something in the cupboard, boy.
The sweetest scent of musk.
There's something in the cupboard, boy,
as warm and moist as lust.

To travel the road to nowhere.
It's not the smoothest ride.
To have all faith you must defer,
to a self-referring guide.

To travel the road to nowhere.
To avoid the rush and throng.
Unravel in the space of somewhere,
and sing a specious song.

There's something in the cupboard, boy.
It's got an evil breath.
There's something in the cupboard, boy,
that toys with fear and death.

To travel the road to nowhere.
And wield your magic wand.
A shuffling prisoner of despair,
when fragile hopes abscond.

To travel the road to nowhere.
A funeral dress you don.
All truth is moulded out there,
like a Sci-Fi writer's con.

There's something in the cupboard, boy.
You hear it scratch and whine.
There's something in the cupboard, boy,
both bedevilled and divine.

To travel the road to nowhere.
To follow a different sun.
To travel the road with due care,
not to end as you begun.

To travel the road to nowhere,
to life's grim denouement.
Be sighted by the cross hairs,
released from earthly bond.

To travel the road to nowhere.
Your face is drawn and wan.
Your self-belief masks hidden grief,
while the thief of time moves on.
Posted 27 Dec 2006

~tasha~ says
olldman said:

Great addition, very enjoyable. Tasha



awww thx
Posted 15 Dec 2008

~tasha~ says
Miss mine said:

~tasha~ said:

I love you so much that words can't explain
this joy that I have for you.

When I am at the weakest point of my life
you are there encouraging me to run this race
because I am not only cause you are there with me.

You are on my mind day and night.

When we are apart I picture you gracious smile and gentle hug.

I can let my feelings out to you and won't regret it
because no matter what is you are always on my side.

I thank God for sending me someone like you who is precious and loving.

So I can truly say that you are the Angel of My Life!



sweet sweet poetry luv it


thx dear
Posted 15 Dec 2008

Rapunzel says
Miss mine said:

Rapunzel said:

Chutko very nice and Tashu u rocks

MM jee very shweet



mwah


Missing U badly
Posted 15 Dec 2008

Rapunzel says
Yours and mine
Eternal Love Divine!
Under the blosssom's fragrant caress
Love me tender,
Promise your passions
Are mine forever.
Posted 15 Dec 2008

~tasha~ says
Rapunzel said:

Miss mine said:

Rapunzel said:

Chutko very nice and Tashu u rocks

MM jee very shweet



mwah


Missing U badly


me 2
Posted 16 Dec 2008

~tasha~ says
Rapunzel said:

Yours and mine
Eternal Love Divine!
Under the blosssom's fragrant caress
Love me tender,
Promise your passions
Are mine forever.



wow
Posted 16 Dec 2008

Rapunzel says
Posted 16 Dec 2008

~tasha~ says
Posted 16 Dec 2008

~tasha~ says
Posted 16 Dec 2008

~tasha~ says
A friend is someone we turn to
when our spirits need a lift.
A friend is someone we treasure
for our friendship is a gift.
A friend is someone who fills our lives
with beauty, joy, and grace.
And makes the whole world we live in
a better and happier place.
Posted 16 Dec 2008

~tasha~ says
You are friendly, kind and caring
Sensitive, loyal and understanding
Humorous, fun, secure and true
Always there... yes that's you.

Special, accepting, exciting and wise
Truthful and helpful, with honest blue eyes
Confiding, forgiving, cheerful and bright
Yes that's you... not one bit of spite.

You're one of a kind, different from others
Generous, charming, but not one that smothers
Optimistic, thoughtful, happy and game
But not just another... in the long chain.

Appreciative, warm and precious like gold
Our friendship won't tarnish or ever grow old
You'll always be there, I know that is true
I'll always be here... always for you.
Posted 16 Dec 2008

~tasha~ says
I believe in angels,
The kind that heaven sends,
I am surrounded by angels,
But I call them friends.
Posted 16 Dec 2008

~tasha~ says
as I stand here
on the threshold of
something new
life has come to a pause;

everything has just
been temporarily
put on hold or
slowed down to a crawl;

emotions,
thoughts,
desires,
and dreams;

like a kid stepping into a school
after the holidays
everything seems brand new
while its all the same;

nothing has changed
nothing seems out of order
yet everything seems so out of sync
like a lion out of captivity and into the forest;

time will set right everything,
time will show the mirages
when the dust has settled,
And only time will answer
where this journey will take me;
until then, I am as clueless as you are
about this beautiful thing
called “life”, my sweet little life
Posted 16 Dec 2008

Rapunzel says
very sweet
Posted 16 Dec 2008

Miss mine says

beautiful collection
Posted 17 Dec 2008

Rapunzel says
What is success


To laugh often and much;

To win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children;

To earn the appreciation of honest critics and endure the betrayal of false friends;

To appreciate beauty;

To find the best in others;

To leave the world a bit better, whether by a healthy child, a garden patch or a redeemed social condition;

To know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived;

This is to have succeeded. ¡¡
Posted 17 Dec 2008

Rapunzel says
Light

John Milton

Though hard and rare: thee I revisit safe,
And feel thy sovran vital Lamp; but thou
Revisit'st not these eyes, that rowle in vain
To find thy piercing ray, and fond no dawn;
So thick a drop serene hath quencht thir Orbs,
Or dim suffusion veild. Yet not the more
Cease I to wander where the muses haunt
Cleer Spring, or shadie Grove, or Sunnie Hill,
Smit with the love of sacred song; but chief
Thee sion and the flowrie brooks beneath
That wash thy hallowd feet , and warbling flow,
Nightly I visit: nor sometimes forget
Those other two equal¡¯d with them in renown.
Blind Thamyris and blind Maeonides,
And Tiresias and Phineus Prophets old.
Then feed on thoughts, that voluntarie move
Harmonious numbers ; as the wakeful bird

¡¡
Posted 17 Dec 2008

~tasha~ says
Rapunzel said:

very sweet



Posted 17 Dec 2008

~tasha~ says
Miss mine said:


beautiful collection



Posted 17 Dec 2008

~tasha~ says
Rapunzel said:

What is success


To laugh often and much;

To win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children;

To earn the appreciation of honest critics and endure the betrayal of false friends;

To appreciate beauty;

To find the best in others;

To leave the world a bit better, whether by a healthy child, a garden patch or a redeemed social condition;

To know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived;

This is to have succeeded. ¡¡



Posted 17 Dec 2008

~tasha~ says
Rapunzel said:

Light

John Milton

Though hard and rare: thee I revisit safe,
And feel thy sovran vital Lamp; but thou
Revisit'st not these eyes, that rowle in vain
To find thy piercing ray, and fond no dawn;
So thick a drop serene hath quencht thir Orbs,
Or dim suffusion veild. Yet not the more
Cease I to wander where the muses haunt
Cleer Spring, or shadie Grove, or Sunnie Hill,
Smit with the love of sacred song; but chief
Thee sion and the flowrie brooks beneath
That wash thy hallowd feet , and warbling flow,
Nightly I visit: nor sometimes forget
Those other two equal¡¯d with them in renown.
Blind Thamyris and blind Maeonides,
And Tiresias and Phineus Prophets old.
Then feed on thoughts, that voluntarie move
Harmonious numbers ; as the wakeful bird

¡¡



kool
Posted 17 Dec 2008

kOoLeSt1 says
nce collection....
Posted 17 Dec 2008

~tasha~ says
thx kool
Posted 17 Dec 2008

Rapunzel says
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Rapunzel says
Posted 19 Dec 2008

~tasha~ says
waiting for more
Posted 20 Dec 2008

Rapunzel says
lol ok
Posted 20 Dec 2008

Rapunzel says
Sliver

By Walter de la Mare


Slowly, silently, now the moon

Walks the night in her silver shoon;

This way, and that, she peers, and sees

Sliver fruit upon silver trees;

One by one the casements catch

Her beams beneath the silvery thatch;

Couched in his kennel, like a log,

With paws of silver sleeps the dog;

From their shadowy cote the white breasts peep

Of doves in a silver-feathered sleep;

A harvest mouse goes scampering by,

With silver claws, and silver eye;

And motionless fish in the water gleam,

By silver reeds in a silver stream.
Posted 20 Dec 2008

olldman says
Great work.Rapunzel G.

Good luck Tasha what ever u are busy with.
Posted 21 Dec 2008

~tasha~ says
Rapunzel said:

lol ok



Posted 21 Dec 2008

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