tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15815265815877810882024-03-08T09:10:30.737-08:00Hearts MeditationMay the words from my mouth and the meditation of my heart be pleasing to you.Slippery Stewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15473451316454644319noreply@blogger.comBlogger65125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1581526581587781088.post-31262197571994402772011-03-19T23:52:00.000-07:002011-03-19T23:52:45.211-07:00AssociationThis poem was created from a fantastic day of texting word associations back and forth with a dear friend of mine. The words are listed at the top with the poem created from the words below. Thank you for the inspiration jm :)
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I wanna transform every single wordin every last poem I write into the samevain filled daggers you usedto finish off my broken and bleeding heart Slippery Stewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15473451316454644319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1581526581587781088.post-49589763099506147642011-03-19T21:30:00.000-07:002011-03-19T21:35:47.829-07:00In Order
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in the order its all supposed to happenwe take stock of the life that’s been dealtthe past, the present and the futurethe hearts we’ve broken and the ones we’ve felt
in order to make our waypave our Slippery Stewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15473451316454644319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1581526581587781088.post-78061165590944203852010-11-09T19:30:00.000-08:002010-11-09T19:30:44.574-08:00now (for a friend)
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possibly I meant to see it through to the endperhapsI should have trusted you to be my friendsuppose nowthat I somehow know howto create for you and methat realityimagine the ability to create such Slippery Stewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15473451316454644319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1581526581587781088.post-11538202448778166362010-10-08T22:13:00.000-07:002010-10-08T22:13:40.412-07:00living life to the fullest
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living life to the fullestsomewhere, somehowthrough a downward spiral of thoughtful consciousness progressbegan to shed it’s mindless, originatingcontextcomplex and full of heart pounding alarms Slippery Stewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15473451316454644319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1581526581587781088.post-72936400321003111152010-09-30T20:54:00.000-07:002010-09-30T20:54:22.725-07:00action vs. intention
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I used to worry about my actionsthat was until I found out about intentionthe wonderful “get out of jail free” cardthe word thats come to mean “acceptance of expectant ofblatant disregard”
its become Slippery Stewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15473451316454644319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1581526581587781088.post-83316487481509246012010-09-21T19:15:00.000-07:002010-09-28T20:57:10.248-07:00balance and beauty
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been trying to find that thin lineburied beneath the sandthat balance of fear and joythat I hold in either handthe balance of everything and nothing in particularthe balance of the love I have and Slippery Stewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15473451316454644319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1581526581587781088.post-19382885300589712352010-09-21T07:37:00.001-07:002010-09-21T07:37:46.386-07:00What is God
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What is God?I’m confident when I ask that question every mind and heart Will start to pick apart such a question While simultaneously making it their missionTo piece together a sufficient definitionA Slippery Stewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15473451316454644319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1581526581587781088.post-71402014239377231192010-09-15T20:25:00.000-07:002010-09-15T20:25:19.965-07:00Just Mei fear my time to light
may just take a bit longer than i'd planned
a longer distance from where i am
there's something about this grip around my throat
that doesn't seem to want to weaken or let go
its making me light-headed
headed down the wrong way of a one way street
away from me
my mind is aware but seems to have no control over
any complete steps directing my feet
to the point where i Slippery Stewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15473451316454644319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1581526581587781088.post-39940438519253007072010-09-14T22:09:00.000-07:002010-09-16T12:43:25.906-07:00moving into the move withoutsomewhere along the way
long before the loneliness of the present day
somewhere buried in the subconscious, off into the distant
i held tight to the concept of love
in the context of marriage and commitment
even in the midst of understanding
that true love boiled down to nothing more than a choice
i saw this choice as a gift
unlike past views on this tall stature
my wandering mind
and the Slippery Stewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15473451316454644319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1581526581587781088.post-75127215573391829472010-09-12T21:15:00.000-07:002010-09-12T21:15:24.850-07:00X marks the spota momentary lapse of intentional intimidation
was all the confirmation
i needed
it repeated and left me lost for the words
that i typically swirl and ponder in preparation
of poetic paragraphs
that force my memory and emotion to last
far beyond what i assume to be the recommended daily dose
i came close that night, but missed the X that marked the spot
one more failure to add to the list, it was Slippery Stewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15473451316454644319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1581526581587781088.post-52855719111309922452010-09-10T12:47:00.000-07:002010-09-12T19:08:20.679-07:00All these questionsi split my passion and rationale in two
in hopes of making it through
making sense and make do
of the leftover pieces of me and you
black and white images that make up our past
paralleled smiles and emotional contrast
all caught within a flash
a kiss and a touch we never thought would be our last
both feeling the shards and shattered glass
of the half empty cup
we dropped and put out with Slippery Stewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15473451316454644319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1581526581587781088.post-73837118333734331972010-09-06T13:36:00.000-07:002010-09-06T13:36:52.440-07:00back to the startno need to take it easy
no need to be hostile
though the skin that outlines
this profile
may be fragile
we both take our turn to walk each mile
of directionless circles and straight lines
hoping for clarity
though knowing it's rarity
in the emotional parody
of sustained sinserity
until my only familiraity
becomes the solemn vow i've now taken with solidarity
i let it carry me
through this Slippery Stewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15473451316454644319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1581526581587781088.post-28917207511717427382010-09-01T20:26:00.000-07:002010-09-01T20:26:04.884-07:00how beautiful love could beThe following poem began with a person in mind and ended with the universal love I've been working to show myself along with all those in the world. Read closely....and you just may find a fragment of yourself to dive into but more importantly...you may just find the love that surrounds you.
how beautiful love could be
given to you and given to me
wrapping us up while settin us Slippery Stewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15473451316454644319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1581526581587781088.post-2553599919034359922010-08-13T21:42:00.000-07:002010-08-13T21:42:17.515-07:00In the Endunder every moment of unrest
I sit, smoking under the night sky
grasping to some resemblance of the past by
replaying patterns and traditions that lie
just below the surface.
the momentary comfort to cure this
feeling of unsettled illusion
the very thoughts and conclusions
i’ve been creating a trail away from...
without a map
directionless
and wandering
anxiously pondering
the patterns Slippery Stewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15473451316454644319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1581526581587781088.post-81849082417467063992010-08-13T20:40:00.001-07:002010-08-13T20:40:27.724-07:00Hey Little GirlHey little girl
I thought I’d drop by
To say hi
Cause I know I just don’t do it enough
I know that during the moments in my life that I’ve considered tough
I needed to consider you my diamond in the rough
To call my bluff
And help me replay
Every night and every day
Every moment that forced a piece of my heart and mind to stay
Locked inside the creation of these unprocessed feelings
I now only Slippery Stewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15473451316454644319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1581526581587781088.post-92063276549798180452010-03-09T12:52:00.000-08:002010-03-09T13:15:35.581-08:00The One...The Only....Lily AllenSo, if you haven't had the time, couldn't find the time, or just won't take the time to revel the in the eclectic melody, soothing vocal and sarcastic lyrical genius of Lily Allen...well then...I guess you haven't heard her music.Ms. Allen brings such a deliciously different (different meaning talented and honest) feel to the music industry. She's playful yet deep, sexy while adorable, honest yetSlippery Stewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15473451316454644319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1581526581587781088.post-67385360160276661692010-03-08T14:31:00.000-08:002010-03-08T16:03:51.067-08:00They SaySo I've been trying to write a poem for some time now around the concept of the things that "They" say. And I'm confident everyone knows what I'm talking about here because we've all been in conversations where someone (quite possibly ourselves) offers up what they consider to be and we accept as, a profound bit of wisdom solely based on the fact that it is something that "They say." "Well, you Slippery Stewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15473451316454644319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1581526581587781088.post-47376522278002780182010-03-08T13:50:00.000-08:002010-03-08T14:06:15.483-08:00Aaaand....We're BackWell that was quite the blogging break! It is true that my original intention for the site was to post selected poetry I'd written or perhaps more accurately, the "Meditation of my Heart." But then I realized my attention span never last more than a month or so on any one project or hobbie I take on. I actually have to say I'm rather proud of my commitment to this site while it lasted.But rather Slippery Stewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15473451316454644319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1581526581587781088.post-47083321189444321762009-10-23T14:32:00.001-07:002009-10-26T13:57:22.738-07:00Abundancethis here...this is my abundancethe place that i sing and dance inpraise and prance inkeep my feet planted with my tall stance inand remain unfettered through every lonely nightand those that we romance inthis is my abundancemy abundanceis the combination of yesterdays tearsand tomorrows blank slatereminders that relatecoremorals and valuesto every new step that i takeevery new move that i makeasSlippery Stewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15473451316454644319noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1581526581587781088.post-74790491875443103822009-10-22T05:43:00.000-07:002009-10-22T05:47:30.895-07:00Is Tyra Banks Fat?I wrote this poem about a year and a half ago and it's posting is long overdue. A little background: I was working late one night, doing some research on the internet and one of those annoying "pop up ads" threw itself onto my computer screen. The ad was a picture of Tyra Banks and all it said was "Is Tyra Banks fat?" I had so many thoughts run through my head when I saw this ad....mainly..."Slippery Stewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15473451316454644319noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1581526581587781088.post-41387503488203447222009-10-22T05:23:00.000-07:002009-10-22T05:27:24.679-07:00HomeTo those select, special few in my life that define friendship, compassion and love. To those select, special few in my life that make every single day a blessing. To those select, special few in my life that define home for me. This one is for you: they say that home is where the heart isbut what happens when you’ve misplaced your heart…to find that answerI had to retrace my stepstake it backSlippery Stewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15473451316454644319noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1581526581587781088.post-79810879030004982522009-10-12T22:42:00.000-07:002009-10-12T23:10:54.954-07:00Magazine Covermore than half of the corporations that produce magazines "for" women, offering clever tips to women on how to look young and "beautiful" are owned or run by men. seem strange? it did to me. thus these words flowed quickly:insecure, slanderous comments you throw in my direction make me sickperching yourself on a pedestal simply because you have a dicki'm so disturbed by these thoughts that Slippery Stewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15473451316454644319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1581526581587781088.post-39248955397819983042009-10-06T05:59:00.000-07:002009-10-06T06:00:18.976-07:00Yes. No. Maybe.Questions and concerns that fill our headDon’t compare to the journey that lies just aheadSo insteadOf worrying our minds right down to the boneWe accept self speak only in the positive toneAnd take solace in the mystery of the unknownWe honeIn on new experienceNew opportunityNew ways to learnWe earnMore ways to loveMore ways to liveMore than we ever expected in returnWe find our strengthOur Slippery Stewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15473451316454644319noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1581526581587781088.post-90454445817328429802009-09-17T03:11:00.000-07:002009-09-17T03:52:40.518-07:00Supposesuppose it was you that opened my eyescrawled with me through open sensesminute by minuteline by linesuppose holding handsrather than holding timewas the reason we fell shortwas the reason i fell behindsuppose...suppose we did the mathfound the logicfound a trendsuppose all it added up towere variables of lost loverslost friendssuppose i've been scared all alongsearching for the same patternthe Slippery Stewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15473451316454644319noreply@blogger.com0