Winged, Poetry & Art Photo's for Monday, April 21, 2008

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Monday, April 21, 2008

Even though I was not the fairest to gaze upon, my smoldering aura...

embodied the holy, unholy and the human form; I opened my exalted head and body to to Pablo Picasso who painted me in many ways; I summoned the most evil, known as Satan, for a few hot unholy days, then joined Moses and the Greatest Mother of them all, until I tired of their perpetual sermons On the... Sign in to see full entry.

Lord, Forgive A Spirit...

So what shall we do about this angel, growing dizzy every time he climbs a ladder, crying over his old poems. I walk out into the garden and there he is, watering the lilies and studying the digitalis. He is talking to his own invisible heart; he is leaking blood. The sun shines on him all day long... Sign in to see full entry.

Money, grammar and endless love...

My brain has been working overtime, thinking about money, grammar and lost love, what shoes I should wear, how to eat and how much not, I don't know what I'll do, if my Yorkie won't stop barking, soon, I drag my tired brain, from place to place, dreaming about justice and injustice, and gorging... Sign in to see full entry.

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