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Sunday, September 12, 2010

Hour Glass

The hour glass. I am unused to ornaments breaking in my hands Silk tearing into shreds and drifting silently into the thorn. Perhaps it was the first of those demands after the sacred tissue had been torn. Slept in those tears who watched and needed light Seven chimes and seventy cold years and no... Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, September 11, 2010

You have had to know this to feel it.

Feelings I am lost; it is as simple as that My shoes are no longer in a fixed territory. The green grass has become a dusty mat. The curtains hang hopelessly and eerily. The door moves until a bird cries. I have to follow shadowy long paths There are strange shapes in my eyes. The other who waits... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, September 10, 2010

Dog end

Dog end. I feel that I am kicking the gutter of my creative ability. My fingers pick up scorched dog ends and lipstick reveals the colour thought to enchant or beautify. The wet lips crinkle the tissue and it does not appeal to my artistic nature. Although when it is rubbed into fragments it hardly... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, September 9, 2010

2008 If only

If only. It seems wise to let the lingering glow fade and rest in shadows. To wait and let each misty form fade as the distance grows. It is as painful as a tearful solution, just less obvious. The time is as scarred, running, changing the outcome between us. If only it did not end this way, gentle... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, September 8, 2010

Raw emotion

Raw emotion. Would we have been nodding in the the peaceful surroundings With no dreams as all would have been fulfilled with contentment. I suppose it would have lost the wonder for Nature sings sweetly to the young and cares not for the sad lament, Of those still afflicted with this pain, unless... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, September 7, 2010

Mind clearance

Mind Clearance. Help! Help, it's that new matron; she's sweeping my mind clean. I can smell disinfectant, and hear the constant sound of water. There are large areas of white tiles and a spotless latrine every few metres. She appears to rush around; suddenly she stops and teeters at the edge of... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, September 6, 2010

Dreams

Dreams. Help me sweetness do I feel this old mystery of you. I know in dreams nothing is real and yet I feel this touch is true. I will ask for nothing more, I press your hand against my cheek. I kiss your eyes, if lips suggest the slightest change It is what I seek What am I doing, why has Earth... Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, September 4, 2010

Back to nature

Pollen. Back to nature I wonder what you are thinking; flower thoughts maybe? I'll join your little innocent foray into this particular subject. Shall we stroke the throat of a pure white lily? Or do something more outrageous; watch this small bee neck a flower. I hope you are not too disturbed by... Sign in to see full entry.

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The Sad Sunday Poem

Sad Sunday poem There are still poems that I shall never know. Locked in a vault they tremble and still glow, It is no use me ever going there The key is lost, the lock is soft dark hair. And yet in that same blue sky the sky lark sings The days pass by and this sad memory clings Persistently it... Sign in to see full entry.

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