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Sunday, October 10, 2010

Thoughts of

Thoughts of She sits on the small raised wall and wonders yet Trailing her hand across the lily pool. Perhaps there are things she must forget. But it is how a woman plays it as a rule. She looks at her refection and she sees The sadness in her eyes, the soft glow of her lips She wonders is a woman... Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, October 9, 2010

Maybe

Maybe This is a feeling that obliterates all previous inclination slanting from some not so distant place to rest solidly against tomorrow. No examination shall inform, no inner thought pause to protest. This is as startling as it gets. The feeling becomes a cloak folding around a new dimension and... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, October 7, 2010

The Muse

The Muse Today is suitable for a modest thought All must be sweet murmurs Has this been bruised? This look was caught Far from your eyes. Time is amused But will allow a passing throb of mischief to supplant the kiss that should burn on your throat. Or settling grieve, slim fingers could enchant... Sign in to see full entry.

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One time

A one time. The cold assessment of this investigation is perhaps excusable. From the rich soaked creamy embrace of youthful fancy, the vision was cut deeply. Dreams were frozen as the dull thud of the final adjustment echoed involuntarily. A scary wisp of blue steel passed, barbed it tore through... Sign in to see full entry.

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The Chestnut trees are being ravaged with disease.

The chestnut trees are being ravaged by disease. One small conker fell at my feet from high. A little sylph sat in a tree. I said hello she looked at me. She said I have been waiting for you and I am sure You are the one, please touch this tree for no longer will it be. The same as when you were a... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, October 6, 2010

We are drifting.

I bowed once as the dream began. The voice said, 'Make me a woman.' I watched the sun sink low and the night grow small as it turned into black stored energy. I thought about this and began to recall simple things. to fuse into projection of this fantasy. She is far in star mass treading the earth... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, October 5, 2010

Second meeting

Second meeting Today’s idea must be sympathetic the subject blends into an intricate feeling of suppositions and feels primeval expanses, the receding pattern of time and the rising hairs on the nape of the neck; as fern and tall grasses materialise. Worse, between the green silences passes that... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, October 4, 2010

Would you have run a mile. In this real place the awesome moment before you it is like a spear It touches coldly and reminds you, we are here and still uneasy. You are breaking through the shadows that I wrap around my inclination to make you deeper substance. I collect from reflections as your... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, October 3, 2010

The Muse

The Muse. I have a job accepting star light that does not come from Heaven. I think it must be me, your presence hovers as exotic bloom O life must I absorb so much, accept so much until we feel even. Running through life’s veins, waiting for my own life to resume. You bring a thousand wonders... Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, October 2, 2010

Still trying to install the Muse. Wisps of warm tissue I shall roll around shape into the softness that I must feel. And in this new strange beauty which I found Wonder so deeply at your sweet appeal. O Life would I not take you in my dreams Float with you into summers I have lost And all the aching... Sign in to see full entry.

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