C.C.

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Tuesday, January 4, 2011

Tatooist

The tattooist muses over his wife.. I have begun to think of this, as if I were a gardener. I could explain this as a rather sensitive form of recognition It might be deeper than I suspect; you are quite respectable' I will not put forward images that suggest any condition of maturity. Anything you... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, January 3, 2011

Orange Blossom

Orange Blossom. So this is it, no one should wait I have to meet you in this sacred place Am I to blame for every fiery day Why did I give you each a perfect face? Hello sweet virgin you were known as She Small white knickers hung upon the line you turned golden into destiny. I did not have the... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, January 2, 2011

Happy.

Happy. I am happy today she said, I looked across the starry sky. I suppose one can feel joyful, if one can release one’s thoughts to shimmer amongst celestial images and let time pass by Thereby counting one’s blessings and feel a harmony of sorts. I once had an illusion and everything became... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, December 31, 2010

Research.

Research only for believers. It was so long ago all you who read this were sparkles in your Granny’s eyes Grannies were too refined to have twinkles, but that is not where our problem lies. No one really knew what happened after the Texas fairies were scattered over the earth Of course, there are... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, December 28, 2010

do we know

Do we know. I did not know it was like this I might have known that nothing seems sweeter than the things we miss. Especially those beyond our dreams. In my secret garden where the roses are The nymphs still sat beside the Lily pool They smiled and whispered, “Don’t go far. please do not try to... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, December 26, 2010

Stars

Stars. Come my dear, life passes. You have dreams. Who can resist? Is not your body sought as if it were a moonlit lily. Tremulous yielding, but still seen in the gentle mist. of someone’s dreams and so in turn one must rely on many burning stars for such a filament. Indeed such sweetness once came... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, December 24, 2010

The Christmas Fairy

The Christmas Fairy. It is important she whispered to talk of Christmas Well it comes and goes sometimes I think give it a miss. She was persistent, just a friendly gesture if you can. Well that would be easy enough I thought and began. Would we be happy to celebrate this as a normal day? Most folk... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, December 23, 2010

To wonder is all one can do.

Wonder. Go to sleep your innocence is overwhelming close your eyes. I wish so that I could follow down those winding corridors Follow in your childlike footsteps catch the sweetness of your sighs and smell the scent of breast and rest on warmer shores. The dream is broken and colours must comfort as... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, December 22, 2010

The Flower Garden

Remembering her flower garden. She stood appraising her garden a sweet lass but for Waited there I would imagine wondering if I saw the inner beauty of her graceful demeanour. I did but in my wickedness also perceived the flaw. Would it have mattered? Probably not had I been wise. A gentle soul such... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, December 21, 2010

Albert

Albert She walked with a wiggle that sort of gait I think it was a kind of bait. It worked quite well I must assume She walked up the aisle with a bridegroom. One cannot help but feel how strange that they can pull from quite a range What are they really looking for? I don’t think, they know any... Sign in to see full entry.

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