Monday, October 15, 2007
A Saturday Onward (Bit of Prose)
(Written in a state of isolating sadness; periods we all enter from time to time, methinks.. Beauty is in the re-emergence of hope, rapture of twinning songs waiting true and capture of our inner scope.) I've been in somewhat of a solitary mood lately....Troubles and tragedies begging a span of...
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Wednesday, October 10, 2007
Black Rose Burial
a loneness and drone hammering thorns through soul already slain black roses lain one by two o'er eyes, breast shrouded and buried surrounded black rose meadow spreading yon
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Continuance................................................................
Writing these emotions of grieving from a struggle to understand - love weeping, people leaving for reasons unknown, crisis of rippling profundity ghosting a family member everly deeper - When feeling shaken and forsaken, crying why is a human tendency, but perhaps the quest is meant to follow a...
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Tuesday, October 9, 2007
Why (No End)...............................................................
No why to comprehend She flows tearfall round the bend rivering as current goes pulled by high and lows She knows no why 'til the end
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Monday, October 8, 2007
.......................Mind Matters..............................
Unshackling from gloom breaking chains of doom released, strife ceased Rebirth flowers over lines, if only in my mind
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Saturday, October 6, 2007
RearView (Ground Unseen)..............Mystery?.............................
My rear view window the only one around trickling with rivulets having no source seen thick, near blinding and refractive of ground unseen
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Wednesday, October 3, 2007
Equation...................................................................
- Hate be the passion of Love minus Forgiveness -
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Sunday, September 30, 2007
Dearest Flavour of My Soul.................................................
Never fear my love to be fickle for as silly as it may fall upon some ears, my craving for thee savored and timeless as my hunger for a pickle sweet, pert, salty or cucumber-y softened butter chips, kosher, dill or speared any and all nibbles revered deeply thrilling and favored forever fulfilling
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Thursday, September 27, 2007
Tear Echoes
Questions dowse her heart afearing the answer is the question drowning into parts unspoken
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Tuesday, September 25, 2007
Autumn Sun (Sons)
Sun of autumn morn' beamed warmth round the chill as I watched my first born assist his stepfather split a treetrunk for winter fires calling gazing out the window, my eyes filled with pride red of a plaid shirt, worn as a man over his growing frame My heart trembled tender thoughts of years shaping...
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