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Monday, January 21, 2008

Cross purposes

I dig a hole to build a mountain, This logic my senses defeat. I dig a hole to build a mountain Someday, my dream to complete. The earth piles up, dust for my sweat, As deeper in it I seep. The earth piles up, dust for my sweat; Deep holes no sunlight keeps. I look up at a distant glow - All that... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, January 18, 2008

The tears still fall

Always it comes - always it happens. Not that I doubt it’s coming- Autumn needs her rest and Winter longs to reign. And yet each time, I’m caught. I gasp when the sun begins to fade and the chill begins to creep in long before the arms of my love are come to comfort me. I shake when the wind no... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, January 17, 2008

Images and visons

I looked down at the pond: The gentle ripples faked a choppy sea. I looked to the heavens: The pond’s pain reflected. Which image is real? My mind swims to find an answer To save my drowning soul. Then In the waters I see Eyes, life Dreams reflecting stars. Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, January 15, 2008

My song has arrived

You are the song I’ve longed to hear Plucked my strings, tuned my notes, At last I am free to dance. Sing your song my love, Shower me with your presence. Smile my love, arise. Watch your lady dance. Pain blinded me, Stopped my ears with corks of hurt. But I open my eyes, I see you. You give me... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, January 14, 2008

Designer love

Gucci Stylish, trendy, useful They hide the truth behind the lie That dwells in my teary eyes. Dolby Digital surround, 5.1 They block my ears From the cries of my heart As it longs for you. Wega Flat screen, 60 inches It blanks my mind From thoughts of secret places Where I long to hold you If only... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, January 10, 2008

Fire of my heart

Fire of my heart that burns me softly Causes my very heart to bleed Fire of my heart that burns me softly Leads everything in me to sing Fire of my heart that burns me softly Fighting with all in me to quench Fire of my heart that burns me softly I scream, I long, I beg, never end. Sign in to see full entry.

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If poetry is food for the soul, I am sated. If poetry is a reflection of self, here lies my mirror. Watch the glass and drink your fill - if you dare...

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