dia de los muertos

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Thursday, December 24, 2009

Lord, may we be like the Wise Men Lord, may we be like the Wise Men who were guided to you by a star. Give us the wisdom to seek you, light to guide us to you, courage to search until we find you, graciousness to worship you and generosity to lay our gifts before you, who are our King and our God... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, December 23, 2009

carelessly planting seeds an unkind thought the angry word a selfish deed reaping follows sowing Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, December 22, 2009

daily dialogue dilemma concealed communications corresponding in code confusion chaos consternation peace pact when hearts converse their lips don’t move Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, December 21, 2009

king of kings all undergo loss save he who possesses nothing Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, December 19, 2009

feeling you beating as my own heart you and you and you and you when did we start? thinking ourselves separate? Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, December 17, 2009

i wish i was a poet and i could write in images and colors and metaphors instead of mere words like obscenity death deceit and degradation abuse black widow and suicide i knew the meaning of ‘day of the dead’ and lived with ghosts before i met you but your parting gifts this ptsd the unquiet spirits... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, December 16, 2009

dark moon void of course dangerous darkness deceit and destruction devious devouring poisonous seduction you surfaced seeds are planted the dark unconscious impulse forms intention hunger to hurt seeking retaliation love will sow better Sign in to see full entry.

you’re not the first woman to complain about getting what she wanted and it is by far not the first time that it has happened with you but this time i’m not going to help you to escape from attaining your desires breakout! Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, December 15, 2009

it must be something like those ‘bubble people’ souls so sensitive they live in sterile environs keeping irritants and allergens at bay feeling life through glass and plastic i was going to say that’s how i am reduced to feeling you but then that would be too revealing wouldn’t it? Sign in to see full entry.

over the moon you swear it’s not over ‘til the fat lady sings she thinks it’s all over bar the shouting but i say when it’s over it’s over so get over it! roger wilco over and out Sign in to see full entry.

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