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Sunday, February 5, 2012

re-posts..the last few are some of my favorites from the past.

let me apologize for letting the cat out the bag...MY MAN!... it wasn't my fault at all!! You see..... things happen sometimes that I just don't understand............my man!! SEE!!?? so don't be mad at me, I was just chewing the fat, flapping my gums.... didn't mean no harm!!! We Cool? Sign in to see full entry.

once was lost and confused without care like a bird amongst the midnight air, there is some freedom there for those who dare flying high in the dark atmosphere. for risks shall be taken by those who bare their weakness and freedom will crash amidst the sorrows of their life. the fragrance of the... Sign in to see full entry.

there is a sky that has been unseen, there is a love that has felt no pain, there is a flower that has yet to plucked, hummingbird flutters, looking for it's treasure, there is this girl who hasn't been scorn, by a man who has love to give, their love remains the same, there is beauty unmatched,... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, February 2, 2012

Like pieces of a puzzle I pull myself together each shape so similiar; yet...different if only it were so easy... once the choice is made and the jagged little "nothing" is placed.... looking upward voided and hazed... decisions have already made the difference.... I cannot take my life apart so... Sign in to see full entry.

Be careful. Explicit words. Do not want to offend.

since birth i've been cursed with this curse that just curses, so I blurt this bizare shit that works, it may fail me but it helps, in itself to relieve the tention, dispensing these sentences, getting this stress, thats been eating me recently, off this chest, and till I rest again peacefully, but... Sign in to see full entry.

it's ludicrous how parents put their children on royal pedastals, from birth, silver spoons, and bronzed shoes, are the mark of their worth, and they wonder why, when child grows high, ego is so low, generations of kids who, are supposed to change the world, never do, and rich father paints a... Sign in to see full entry.

often wonder of a pioneer, flat world, un-known, forty-foot sale, destination un-determined, euphoric thrill, months of drifting, hope of a foriegn land, savages, as they were called, yet refined in their culture, welcoming strangers who were known, as the, water people, there is something to say of... Sign in to see full entry.

Dansing Lily

she wakes in the morning hours, and realizes it's MORNIN' TIME!, tip-toes to the tip of momma's bed, snuggles next to poppa bear, pancake fragrance danses on the oak wood floors, and thru the bedroom door, each day starts with a smile, and fills mine with joy. Sign in to see full entry.

festival

distant strums and saxophones, sunburnt backs, dirty toes, dripping grissle on lit charcoals, singing fellas and tamborines, hint of burning weed, blue-skies-song, perfumed wind, un-heard whispers from beyond, yells and laughter, eyes met twice, love-struck-melody. Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, January 30, 2012

park of (life)

a walk in the park, my life, watching trees shed, their color, and at different times (on different days, different walks), the sun has shown his face to me, thru limbs of Oaks and Pines, that as a child, I would climb, Warmth, Rays of Hope, Dreams, all, the names of streets which led me to this... Sign in to see full entry.

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