C.C.

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Thursday, July 14, 2011

Boy

A boy in a bottle. A lady thought that I was real. How do you think that made me feel? I shyly said, I am quite thin with nothing really here within. Even as I kiss your hand I hope that you will understand. I am your dream a poor scapegoat All I can do is take a note. I heed the little things you... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, July 13, 2011

Dream of you

Dream of you I responded with a smile, to be remembered as a friend. It was your wish, it felt cruel, but I thought I could forget and simply seal a gentle pathway that seemed to have no end. Perhaps I was naive. What words did I think I would regret. I dream of you and know those days have gone. I... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, July 12, 2011

Misty

Misty. I search through your dust and discard the empty emotions. A lone vulture soars so near, it peers at the warmth that made my heart. I made doves from soft handshakes. I should have drunk milk and not gambled on romance. Women will always preach sermons; a body needs the contents of a hot... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, July 11, 2011

It starts early.

The School Concert. Hello Kay, who are you? Well I am a Fairy Blue. This is Joy and this is Jane Helen, Betty and Elaine. Wait for the proud young soldier boys All with black hats and yellow ties. I see the them Kay, but what am I? Well you are a Dragonfly. You must hiss and flap your wings, Just... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, July 10, 2011

Stolen I do not suppose anyone will believe me but they are surprisingly not very different, but to access one must follow the old trail. The nearness is far from one’s natural feelings. There is no need to suppress any misty view or doubtful comparison that matches. She murmured, but it was... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, July 9, 2011

Repost

Repost because it was nearly true. Escape I was thinking as we age, we wear a thin disguise. She had bright yellow hair and that look was in her eyes. She came swirling up the mall; it came as quite a shock. She was as pink and white, as a peppermint rock. I grabbed a mature lady's hand, as she was... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, July 8, 2011

Uncle Albert's view

Desperate Times called in Uncle Albert. I suppose we could write of happy things but we would have to be of a children‘s age.. As a sedate Gent told me once that when he was a boy he pinched a big pair of bloomers He and his mate climbed into a leg hole and they ran laughing down the village. Today... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, July 7, 2011

Rehash CRY

Cry. I see my laughing daughter in this vision Her hair trails, she floats mid summer skies She chases my dreams, makes her own decision. She hides in tears, the shadow of my eyes. I held the summer woman for a while. She would not listen, to the whispers of her heart. I had a broken spirit her... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, July 6, 2011

Rehash Paint

Bart Paint the Artist He wondered had he ever met this person or seen a likeness She dominated his thoughts, with a terrible sweetness. She disturbed him. He could feel her dreamy warmth pressing close Her clothes were revealing but there was no indication of an unnatural pose. He smiled, it was as... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, July 5, 2011

Retouch

Re-touched First touch. In this pale light, your eyes are soft Your lips part for a kiss.. This is not unknown, the feel of this is soft it barely stirs the feel of sweet impending love You have grown and walk alone ignoring all temptation. As a dreamer you will understand the way into a dream, you... Sign in to see full entry.

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