Hidden eeries of desire echo to angelsongs of love

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Wednesday, September 19, 2012

An Encounter

She stepped from the corners of midnight, Woven from moonlight and dreams With eyes that murmured of soft delights And a smile that took love to extremes. Her voice was the soft coo of the dove As she tenderly murmured his name And, enchanted by visions of her love, He would never be quite the same. Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, September 18, 2012

Good Enough

Sometimes I don't know What it is I want to do Or where I want to go. I don't know what I aspire to, Who or what I ought to be Or how I think I should get there; Sometimes I just want to be me, To sit back and not care About all of that stuff And sometimes that's good enough. Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, September 17, 2012

In A Rush

The days blur, Hour into hour, week to week Each moment lost in a stream Of unappreciated time. Feelings stir, Roused from torpor, raised to seek An echo of a forgotten dream That may teach me to climb Out of the trench and learn to be Alert, aware, alive and free. Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, September 13, 2012

The Democracy

Disregarded, disrespected, Thought to be the worst of men, The least unpopular elected To let the voters down again; Unthinking and uninformed They create and break the rules, Venal corruption is the norm In our parliament of fools. Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, September 11, 2012

Full Hearts

He was a dark knight Blocking the ford, Determined to make his name Resound with challenges won. She was moonlight On a drawn sword, Showing him that empty fame Once gained was swiftly gone. They were a charger In front of a cart, Two dreams growing larger By following a full heart. Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, September 10, 2012

In The Eye Of The Storm

What a polava! What a fuss, People running here and there Trying to get something done To save something, I guess. I would rather Remember us And sit, smiling, without a care Than blindly flap and run To clean up another mess. Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, September 6, 2012

Mr Furious (playing with empathy and imagery)

He hides his sadness behind wrath, Venting a wealth of unshed tears On whatever crosses his path Until his sorrow disappears Into a wound he can ignore. He conceals his hurts with rage, Too proud to acknowledge pain He builds himself a cage So that he can't be hurt again And paces the floor. Behind... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, September 4, 2012

I Smile

I smile. Empty of ideas, I stare at an empty page Not thinking of a word to write And smile. Unbothered by fears Or the ravages of futile rage I have no cause to fight, I smile. Not worried by cost, The miser's game of give and take Or droughts of revenue I smile. Never feeling lost Or complaining... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, August 30, 2012

Walker

He chased the road, Following where it led Just to see where it went And enjoy where it's been. He never slowed, Moving on instead Of finding a spot to rent And recalling what he'd seen, For him that is a kind of death And the road and freedom are his breath. Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, August 28, 2012

Rain

The rain falls. Panicked people flee To the nearest shelter, Lurching to where safety dwelt. Summer squalls Didn't seem so bad to me As, refusing to skelter, I braved the rain and didn't melt. Sign in to see full entry.

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