Sunday, March 8, 2009
Because you are not there...
T he light of the moon does not shine through my window in the middle of the lonely night and the stars have lost their shine for I don't want to wish upon their soothing light, the dark is so much blacker, and the days are so less bright. At dawn the sun comes up without colors, and the sea looks gray and sad; my heart has noticed your absence, my whole body aches for your heart, so in the west, when the day is dying the sun will have to go off without my goodbye and no hues of mauve and...
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Saturday, March 7, 2009
Fate
A river runs mighty and free through mountains and plains on his way to the sea. It does not know what it wants, what it seeks but it flows forward towards what it cannot yet see. It does not stop to look at the flowers that the prairie adorn, or to delight in the sweet fragrance of the spring mountain air, it rushes trough, it does not care about the beautiful colors of the sunsets, the dawns, or any of the other wonders it misses as it runs, and that when they are done, never again will happen...
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Thursday, March 5, 2009
Once upon a time
Once upon a time there was a wine, a happy wine that went sour in the glass waiting for the toast that never came Once upon a time there was a rose bush that ran out of roses, because you would trade her roses for my kisses Once upon a time a golden bell used to toll every afternoon while we made love, back when you were mine... once upon a time, now, it does not toll and the river, that river of sweet and clear waters by which we used to hand in hand stroll... slowly dried up without our love...
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Wednesday, March 4, 2009
The haunting...
A small white house with a red coral roof stood all alone on top of a hill, It sat there, empty and in silence, amongst majestic trees covered in gold and orange dying leaves, surrounded by a sea of grass so tall, that it hid the unkempt soil that once, on a not so distant Spring, had birthed a myriad of flowers as a beautiful gift for the girl that lived there then, but now no longer did. The autumn wind blew cold and harsh, shaking the trunks of the big old trees, and beating relentless on the...
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Tuesday, March 3, 2009
I felt the power of God's love.
It was dark and cold and though all day the snow had come and gone, fallen and melted, the dark clouds that menacingly lurked never seemed to empty A biting wind blew making the cold more present and the woods bright with snow stood out from the dark shinning under the half moon's silver light that seemed in the starless sky so out of place. In the distance a wolf cried its sad song calling for the comfort of a mate and as I walked in the dusk of the blue evening among trees that finally had...
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Sunday, March 1, 2009
When I am free to dream
S ometimes, when I am free to dream, my mind goes down paths rarely explored, I look up towards the stars that were there the night before and now hide in a hauntingly beautiful mist as colorful lights slowly illuminate their sky. I find the early morning so beautiful, cool, refreshing... so full of romance My soul, always so shy stops hiding and takes a chance I see your lips and kiss them sweetly they taste like sugar, soft and inviting and ignoring the storm that looms in the distance...I...
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Saturday, February 28, 2009
Dreaming with what just might be...
I t had been raining for several days, a heavy steady rain with numbing sounds that murmured your name. Everything was gray and frozen. The cold sipped through my skin making me tremble... and want... and remember... your touch, your kiss. They were wonderfully terrible wet nights full of the sounds of the rushing waters and wind, nights I could have sworn G-d had made for me to think. But today, the lake water is blue. very blue and blinding with sun. There are bubbling streams everywhere...
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Wednesday, February 25, 2009
You were there...
A s I sat there, way up there by the cliff, I could see all, green waters dansing to the music of my soul, running through the river bed, way down in that hole, dragging with them everything that the forest had shed plus the fish and the stones going along for the trip. I could see the hills thick with woods, all around me, tall and steep, small gnarled oaks clinging to their rocks and slender poplars, gleaming in the light of the setting sun, growing along the river side like a wall. I, drank...
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Monday, February 23, 2009
If I could...
If I could... If I could with my lips errase the sadness in your eyes and hold you and love you and fill your every need... if it could be, that my hands could touch yours and all pain would dissapear. and I could make every fiber of your being scream soft, primal screams of fulfilled dreams... if with my fingers I could smooth those lines that worry leaves in that forehead I long to kiss, and place with my body smiles in those sweet and sensual lips. If I could... I would take away the weight...
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Friday, February 20, 2009
In the morning
I n the morning, when brightness comes to dissipate the ghosts that haunted our sleepless night, the softness of the sun's first light caresses our mind freeing us from the place in which we were forced to dwell, all night trying desperately to escape, the slow, consuming flames of our thinking hell. In that morning we thought would never come, we lay in bed, away from crowds and faceless names, reluctantly, slowly letting go of that sweet hope, that all night long kept our soul afloat in the...
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Thursday, February 19, 2009
We are
W hat sets our feet upon the road of endless search, through hills and valleys, roaming eyes looking for vague births and undefined beginnings. What great things do we think are there and not amidst the hush of silence. For we are blinded by the colors of the mind, by the fragrance of some lost dream or hope unfinished, What will it look like, that love we think is there? Will he stand waiting with radiant eyes hands outstretched in welcome bestowing all with gifts of answers and final rest?...
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Monday, February 16, 2009
Look, listen, feel
L ook through my eyes and see what I see, angry black clouds in a pure blue sky giving false hope to the soil so dry. They come in riding on the cold wind, a wind pregnant with rain looking to be set free, running away from the storm that rages in the sea. Listen to me and hear what I hear the whisper of the falling raindrops, gently caressing the tree tops, and the sudden loud noise of thunder, which crash through the silence, making me tremble with fear, making things shake for a moment to...
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Sunday, February 15, 2009
Those words I can not stop.
I look outside and see the soft light of a setting sun bathing the naked trees in my backyard, a surreal sight, to look outside and find everything painted in mauve light, as if the fingers of the new born night had reached out from the other side to caress and ease the world into the dark. I wish there was some special light that would envelope my aching heart and ease it into its goodnight. I like writing in the dark. It feels private, like if I were alone, alone in a path to find what I need...
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Saturday, February 14, 2009
Out of my dreams
Y ou come to me out of my dreams like a far away glare from an inner light... A temptation, old and new that leaves in my lips a taste I never knew You are the identical rose which is different growing in a garden that has no doors and it does not matter if your hair is black as night yellow as a cozy fire's light, or white like the clouds in that sky so blue... it does not matter because it is you, You are laughter and tears, and solely responsible for the crazy beats of this silly heart of...
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Thursday, February 12, 2009
You don't really know me.
Y ou don't really know me, but how I love to read your words. They come alive and seduce me, dance in front of me like fire, like a wind that speaks softly in my ear the secrets of the world. Your every word...every thought, is poetry, Like wine, I only desire more of you with each sip. You have become my world.. your skin, the earth.... your thoughts, the seasons..... your eyes, the heavens, it is in you that I feel alive. So write, write my love, and as you do, I will be the one you never knew
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Wednesday, February 11, 2009
I know now what not to do
S o now, even as the chilly winds of sadness wrap their arms around me and my soul grows cold, I know beyond a doubt I shall endure this night. I know how to swim the rapids: I drift and I drift until the raging stops, and the still waters shall reflect my resurrected smile the misty clouds, the white-capped hills and the shining grass atop the dusty earth. If I should meet you then, after the rapids, do not mistake my heightened heartbeat with anticipation, or think I could fall in love with...
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Monday, February 9, 2009
Come...
A minute is too short to say goodbye to someone you love and yet, its an eternity to imagine their pain. Smile... we are together and tomorrow is so far away Just kiss me, there is nothing to say, there will be time later to collect and pay. Shhhh... come, lets make love in the rain, I know you want to forget... but we must always remember you and me, what was, what is Come...
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Sunday, February 8, 2009
Like me without you...
T here is a big bright moon above the city skies Its light reminds me of you… of sleepy eyes... of living dreams and dreaming life, of a brief moment of fulfilled desire. Its a sweet memory that will always come to me whenever I see that moon up there, so alone and so blue... sad and lonely... like me without you.
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Friday, February 6, 2009
Souls completed.
A s I walked home tonight I saw an old man and an old woman holding hands on their front porch. Years and years of love radiated from them, love made quiet in the security of it's power. His old plaid shirt and her purple shawl slightly touched while they swayed gently back and forth on a hanging swing. A soft, barely audible tune escaped her lips; perhaps a favorite melody of days gone by when first they had met, and their hands intertwined so naturally, as if one began where the other one...
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Thursday, February 5, 2009
Like a waterfall
L ike a waterfall, powerful, shimmering in the light of the morning, surrounded by magical living, moving carpets of green and thousands of flowers yellow and orange and red... like a dream. Tall trees extending their branches towards silver spotted clouds undulating against an endless mystery of transparent blue. And in the midst of all that beauty, you and I, entwined in an eternal embrace, not knowing where one ends and the other begins... falling, melting, wet, like a waterfall. Thunderous...
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