C.C.

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Thursday, February 24, 2011

Caller her Ginger.

Call her Ginger. This is really annoying someone is stealing my dreams Yes you the girl with your apron full of red roses. I need those for the garden I am making. It always seems she is smarter than I am, soon they will be in a poem she composes. One gives a girl a little inlet into ones... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, February 23, 2011

continued from beyond and between

To discover is too be free. Therefore, it began although I was not prepared for the change A poor man’s nanny, someone who hated disobedience I really cannot place the difference between yes and no perhaps that explains I could not understand her fury when I disagreed; it was not defiance. I just... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, February 22, 2011

Beyond and between

Beyond and between Little things that happen early in life are embedded. I wanted to know a reason why I felt torment. At meal times there always seemed something I dreaded. A strange anguish that seemed to struggle and ferment. Of course, a boy did express feelings to his family. For a long time I... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, February 21, 2011

Well then.

Well then. Today I am going back to the Green Homestead I know I am only a kind of baby boy in a way I poured black lead grate polish all over my head. I have been washed carefully and left to play. I am rather chubby and my hair is now damp and curly We live in a wooden van and I have been given a... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, February 20, 2011

There she goes.

There she goes. She said she loved me, ‘Do you think this is the time.’ I asked. ‘Perhaps in small doses’ she replied, ‘It might be a worthless task.’ I stirred in the vastness of a light that always glows eternally. I floated feeling for the pull of warmth that would come eventually. I squeezed... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, February 18, 2011

Insight

Insight When I ponder over those unwise commitments believing that cherry lips would turn into riper fruit. It must have been with a kind of innocence Believing that no other features would ever suit. Of course, I needed a strong wash of reality It is not wise to enrich a person with virtues, some... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, February 17, 2011

Well I don't know.

Well I don’t know. there is a place there is a way now I don’t know what to say for if you know and you have been. and looked around and you have seen that to which I do refer then I must wonder if you were really aware that what you did was really sweet and so lucid. I will not ask you e’er again... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, February 16, 2011

Quickies

6.40 I think I will be mischievous though I’ll stroke her hair and she will know Really one can have, well fun. Just teasing secretly this one. Who wonders? Well of course I do. but I can always say. NOT TRUE So do not believe a word I say I do not believe it anyway. I wish she wore a ribbon though... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, February 15, 2011

New love. Pass a radiant glance, lest rummaging in one’s memory one throws out the sweet little messages that were stored for others. Like small birds, they move constantly around the hawk that hovers. You seek those eyes, blood in the ragged poppy; the eyes in light. The blue-sky moves in the iris... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, February 14, 2011

Life's Summer Time.

Life’s Summer Time She thought love: in life’s summer time would indeed be like a crime. Although she wondered why. Kneeling the grass pressed to her knees. The scented flowers, there to tease. And such a bright blue sky. She wondered if she could be wrong or even if she could belong to someone that... Sign in to see full entry.

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