C.C.

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Monday, May 17, 2010

She

She. Don’t you, don’t you want to hold me again It will be too late tomorrow Do you remember, was it all in vain? It won’t be the same tomorrow. Don’t you, don’t you want to remember. How you wanted to hold me to your heart And whisper softy, I remember. How you brushed my lips apart Don’t you... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, May 16, 2010

Ted

TED War Time When I was a boy it was one of my chores every Tuesday to fetch Ted’s rations from one of the local stores. In those days there were several small businesses usually run by the husband and the faithful missus. I remember this shop it smelled cold and had a real stone floor, a brown... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, May 15, 2010

Paraffin Sales.

Tea Drinkers in Winter. Those were the old days, when one sold paraffin by measure or usually by guessing, filling the can almost to the top. Sheer boredom and the situation forced one to treasure small moments of release, taking cups of tea at the usual stop. The kettle boiling on the hob, tea was... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, May 14, 2010

Refection Warmer Water.

Reflection. Render all fat that is attractive into gentle swells. The rider calls across his dream of golden curls. Soft hair bounces where numerous calls are answered generously, although the likeness fails to satisfy. The image dries, mouth to a trickle of possibility, the source has risen from... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, May 13, 2010

Mastery and warm water.

Mastery. The mastery held beyond the soul’s reflection summer flowers. A gentle wash of power spread beyond, seeking no direction. Whispering only to the captivated outstretched recipient, of joy within the grasp of awareness. Plucked from smiles, those were deceiving; spurning the consequences,... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, May 12, 2010

We are and problems

We are. We are moving to a purpose that remains unresolved. Where each joins smoothly and although all may be one, it will feel no different. We shall be clothed fully by the glow that awards perfection. Not as figures drawn from the imagination, not elongated or compressed or as mortal dust. But... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, May 11, 2010

Shopping and other problems

Shop until you drop. It is hard to feel at ease, walking through the shops that chew and spit out the residue of satisfied customers. Commodities have become harder to understand. Bottles of sauce and stacks of potatoes can become objects of passion. Displays are not something to swallow, or smear... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, May 10, 2010

Smoke

Smoke What a difference a pause from convention makes. It moves with a smoky tail of indifference. I would like to believe, it has one or two tricks up its sleeve. Hands rest; wrists begin to run away from white shoulders. Each position becomes softer and softer. My mind is filled with a macabre... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, May 9, 2010

Touch

Smoke Touch There is a certain musing over possibilities. The opportunity would have driven sweet fire. The blaze would have remained as a source of comfort. Something forged between pale light and sadness allows that time to linger. An unbroken memory links the immense abyss. But it is only... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, May 8, 2010

Screws

Advice on Screws Don’t ever get old my boy, or get the screws. I remember that advice better, now. It seems it is time for me to spread the news Or just warn others what it really means. You wonder will it be better to sleep in a chair and move around every hour or so. Or lie in a moderately... Sign in to see full entry.

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