About me: The Pauls Valley Poets are not an official organized body per say. They consist of poets, musicians, esoterics, bohemians, and winos.
They tend to gather on or near the last Friday of the month to share work and projects with each other for constructive criticism, and the opportunity to be in good company.
There are no dues to pay, no time to volunteer, just good people and good times. Newcomers are always welcome, just shoot us a message for more information on when and where the next event will be held.
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
found this retro layout at HOTFreeLayouts.com :: MyHotComments
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Come out to our show in Lawton,OK! It's at the Cameron Campus Ministries across the street from the Cameron Village Apartments, right on campus. Aaron Lee Martin is Bradley Hathaway's banjo player! And I will be doing poetry, and my friends will be doing music!
Let your love be a light unto the world. For the heart breathes life into all the planets that encircle its presence. Have a wonderful Memorial day weekend!
Life is sometimes like a song some days the notes are sharp and exciting other days they are flat and off-key but no matter how the tune goes it's a blessing to be around to experience the melody.
I can't believe you disappeared after two years seems the tears were liable undefinable seems you were always hiding fighting the world is so against you and your world crashed a long time ago I wonder what universe sucked the life that used to be in your smile away from you I can't believe you disappeared like everyone else is the enemy and you're the victim they seek It's a wonder you think of yourself as the ghost that can't be seen you'd rather savor the minds of the friends surrounding you than look into yourself and what your really going through so why was beauty so far? what was the excuse? tell me how will you gain happiness or at least acceptance without trying to get past the past and help yourself yet you refute the help layed out in front of you I'm sorry you're wrong for once and when I cling to you again remind me I was right
Sometimes the mind plays old movies and sings old songs blood rushes faster towards the pounding heart it awakens the soul with slow goosebumbs and a light chill theres a soft image and you sit very still your eyes close because you know the water wants to break through your face is sticky now and you've lost control the memories light the candle in your heart and it burns so fiercely breathes come more rapidly and your head aches your mind is conflicted and switches too fast the spinning won't stop the lights are too bright you hear the laughter and feel the cool wind on the warm days you hear the words you did wait to hear you float back into the present truth and the movies are paused the music fades
Theres trees and scenery beauty and grace an extensive journey ahead with twists and turns routes and impulses the air seems to whish by and go on forever sun sets and sun rises as time flies quick fear slips away seeping out of your pores as you catch a chill the feeling is inebriating serenity overcomes your senses troubles seem to run from themselves we don’t have to utter a syllable our minds open to the world and speak more than words breathing is forgotten and its all the sound you hear beneath you is just the warmth of the sun that you passed along the way you feel your heart begin to pound as your excitement brings you to a smile and you release yourself to the world you reach out for the striking scene without realizing the slow motion that has taken hold of you and that smile on your face no, it never goes away
Online Now!
