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Wednesday, October 25, 2006

Rainbows

The rain fell Like a ghost Hauntingly beautiful In its approach Catching the glow From the lamp post And like wild butterflies The light flew Unbridled into The lean sky Of smoke stacks And there In the silent frame He kissed her Two wet bodies Engaging The moment So pure It lured the angels To... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, March 1, 2006

The Unsaid

Her worn body welcomed The scalding rose bath Her skin tingling in rebirth Like a patient bud opening To the bloom of intimacy That unfolded around Her fragile view of self She traced the edge Of the water with her toes Delicate in her art Her touch no different Than with her lover For his body was... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, February 26, 2006

The Back Porch

The lusty air Spread languid with Rich summer sweetness, Polished off the afternoon I watched as you drank Ice cold lemonade From a mason jar, The liquid on your tongue, Smooth and satisfying Like the haunting New Orleans Music pouring off the record Feeling you sway into me Your hips lingering with... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, February 19, 2006

The Garden Circus

At the foot of a willow Weeping gray moss and earth I trace the dirt with a finger The outlined sky above Water colored tears Shades of blue, And empty patches of white I brush the wetness from my cheeks Smearing soil like tribal paint My cries too soft to be heard Yet they linger like winter... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, October 24, 2005

Two Worlds, Variably So I cling to you like a cool summer rain breathing into your mouth words of Hamlet you snicker and I choke on the flowing verses literature is lost on you my words meaningless like a deep dark shadow in the back of your mind haunting you even as you laugh because I hear Mozart... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, October 18, 2005

Herculean Shaking the Brown Cavendish Like rustling leaves From the relic oak He sits in the depression Where pieces of stuffing Poke from the holes As he puffs on his pipe Posing as though Pugilist the Boxer Ready to battle demons But finding instead Time has turned His tobacco stained hands To... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, October 13, 2005

Clandestine

Clandestine Entre Nous, that is the way of the world. A calm passing of indifference. Our secrets are our own, delusions of grandeur. We hail from the horns of the bull that drives us, while the epitaph reads there are no souls here Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, October 4, 2005

Happily Ever After

Happily Ever After And the fable was She was rescued from the tower By a valiant knight And together they clung Like wild roots Untamed by the wilderness Of primal yearnings Awakened by a kiss Yet what trickery is this For the beast is found Under the guise of illusion Fairy tales are merely... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, September 29, 2005

I SOLD A BOOK LAST NIGHT!

Here's a poem from the book: S C O R C H Sun dried passion the raw intensity of heat that is all I feel as I sit here festering I can hear Burroughs ranting and raving in the background about the politics of his life as if I cared I have better things to do than spread my legs wide and take in the... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, September 20, 2005

Inspired by and for Mysteria

(I hope you don't mind. It's not about you, but inspired by some of your posts. It has to do with my comment of "the Key" and locking "the Door". Remember I u 4ever. ) Fleeting Innocence She sat like a puppet Draped in gingham Ribbons fashioned into bows On her Mahogany head Round mouth parted... Sign in to see full entry.

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