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Thursday, August 14, 2008

clothes line

here i am.. underneath this line of clothes you shall not see fabric thou only that of my feelings that were hung to replace and blow in the wind for all to see the stains and wrinkles that come not clean my emotions as a torn ligament strained here i am help... me. Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, August 6, 2008

hands of man

your hands..of man lift my veil of my desperate memory the hands of man that once adored and lead for strength questions now keep me company your approval finds me lonely lost life in the hands of...me hands skilled to push with force beyond yours to take breathe hands that take my face to your lips... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, June 15, 2008

ciccico

did you worry about me or fear for you as i lay in near death and a stranger to you sun calls toxic near gone emptiness... this was not my demise did we know this was a beginning? an entrance to a rocky road boulders and burn lips to meet many a time too cry did i ever believe the angles to the eyes... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, June 10, 2008

wind to where

and the winds blows strong and the winds blow light a quiet entrance for a grand entrance as i stand waiting to fly away not as a leaf dances more as a flower clings to her stem and now i have said enough please take me.... where? Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, June 5, 2008

crickets and thinking

with a shine of a daring paz-to was like a feeling and a grime of a dirty cass-car is the mood then shall i find the line to lead tion-emo all too easy. Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, May 17, 2008

made it easier--here are two links-Please be pro active!

http://www.gopetition.com/petitions/banning-horse-slaughter-in-canada.html Dear Friend, The time to act is now to keep America's horses out of foreign slaughterhouses. The U.S. House passed the American Horse Slaughter Prevention Act (H.R. 503) last Congress, but there wasn't time for the bill to... Sign in to see full entry.

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horse slaughter--PLEASE read!

i want use this entry for a purpose that means everything to me. Something that breaks my heart day and day. I hope you can find the time to go to the following website:www.hsus.org and click on horses, then go to the horse slaughter section. We made strides in banning this here in us. Sadly, now... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, May 15, 2008

thief

disconnected as a broken limb dangles who will be my savior and captor to my thief? a peculiar moment how vivid seconds emerge as walking familiar path becomes sense of width and the slates of shade you tread develop to a deep colour of gentle beautiful grey the arcane sky thick with smog becomes... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, May 12, 2008

journey

balance tars below the sky of greys and whites in sharp shapes then to contrast under.. forrest of greens and pessimistic browns thick cresty monotone the trek re-ignited as if i search a maze at times the birds and crickets scream so loud i do only but run for cover i am lost in this daze amongst... Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, May 10, 2008

dance

as day pushes new as seed pursues through senses expand as a smell greets the wet dirt as the butterflies frolick round the buttercups as if it be their first high school dance shy to ask for hand in movement as cats partnered with any bug of chance jigging and jiving flying and trying as today... Sign in to see full entry.

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The ways I cover lie and sneak around no one knows maybe suspects alittle but only for a moment I keep it to myself everything I don't reveal myself to anyone I wouldn't even know how I am sober now but I feel fucked up or sadness or confusion stick this into me prickle my skin shake me up-just a little bit

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