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Friday, July 23, 2010

simplest gift

In the morning air I feel the moisture of its breath, the sound of the dew drop's despair... drenches the delimas of my soul, AHH....the aroma of the bean's brewing sends my senses soaring, another gift of morning in which all is renewed. Sign in to see full entry.

all horizons hide beneath the sun beauty laid out before us each with its own thoughts the colors wrap themselves around the ever-growing universe as the days turn to night. Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, July 22, 2010

serenity interupted

the seren moment was soon interupted as the dove fell from the sky, the bird was hit................ and it fell........... like a leaf from a maple tree. Sign in to see full entry.

indifference

to live on the bayou comes many treasures of life exuding with a sense of culture that can be cut with a buck knife, a language fading away with each generation renewed with a desire to learn. ma-ma wore a potato sack used in the fields of long ago but to her it was a custom gown though others... Sign in to see full entry.

recovery

once was lost and confused without care like a bird amongst the midnight air, there is some freedom there for those who dare flying high in the dark atmosphere. for risks shall be taken by those who bare their weakness and freedom will crash amidst the sorrows of their life. the fragrance of the... Sign in to see full entry.

writing exercise

quiet precedes the task at hand so the beating of the squares begins without haste until its finished quickly till the end. Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, July 21, 2010

moon prayer

Night is here without a care, cause day has passed to GOD knows where... light in sky called the MOON, next to stars who'll be shooting soon, shine down on me with GODLINESS forgetting now all my stress. Sign in to see full entry.

law

to endure pain and perservere time, one can't restrain its discipline....child!... life is not kind.. "humble one's self to it's knees once a while never forgetting a fake grimy smile" Sign in to see full entry.

Pitter-patter go the hands striking the soothingly warm solution, laughter rings like church bells on this crisp, warm, summer's day, cleansed by delicate air filled bubbles, her laughter soon will subside, as the angel's brown eyes tucker down.... for the night... so innocent. things of this world... Sign in to see full entry.

writer block

as i look at the keyboard trying to write nothing comes to mind people think its all about rhyme content matters all of the time meter is nice but not necessary some people may feel contrary having fun with expression and experimentation no need for rules or punctuation just simply writing without... Sign in to see full entry.

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