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Sunday, February 25, 2007

Ebb Of Tide

Fresh Temple Calming worries, soothing qualms parting troubles whilst consoling doubts lightly smoothing, heavy thoughts smiles replace warn frowns Rolling inner peace Fresh Temple Natures natural high Sunrise beautiful, greets Early strolling people Figures on balcony’s Dressing night gowns Masters stop throwing Dogs stop chasing Gapping, sticks fall Onto sand shades so Colourful Sunrises early gentle melting, of The still ebb of tide Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, February 23, 2007

Misty Thoughts

‘’No’, I haven’t flown, or gone anywhere. Well, yes I have, I’m strolling along Naze creek Yes, I understand you thought... I had or did. Y our right love, I said Japan.. I don’t mean actually, it’s just the mist silver fresh... Mystical feeling so early between night and morning I wanted to talk!...You we’re.. Sleeping, so I went for a walk, honest that’s all, didn’t wasn’t going to disturb you... I just noticed this fresh shiny silvery still mirror, reflecting its watery light, imagery... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, February 22, 2007

Basement Floor

Making Famous Her Return Rosemary reaches high on sky blue tiptoe-nails fingertips, not coloured just yet unprofessional. ‘’May chip before the show’ Searching cupboards, top-shelves for different flavoured cereals ‘’No calories three times a day! Just watch your unwanted flab fall away.’ Words, honesty at last. Blended within Rosemary’s beaten-blue heart truth rare, so slender. ‘’Bitter my winter! She cry’s giggling, her remembered style Catwalk Rosy cute feline chic dating famous headlines.... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, February 19, 2007

Water Under The Bridge

Liz, Back From Down Finally herself torching flames extinguished, finished this flaming hate for all tomorrows soul shoveling hole, filled! Overflowing, oozing into yesterdays fears Elizabeth awoke, feeling Springs seasonal breath, breezing through her opened bedroom window, once more softly kissing, heartbreak staved cheekbones mascara free eyelashes, naked two years, now sticky, stuck together, welcome sleet had formed, reaching dark bagged corners. Fresh smiling new thoughts ‘’That’s Life’s’... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, February 16, 2007

Dodging and Ducking Wild Swinging Blows

Peace River and Fire Nervous Swerving Reaction My mind is a bowling ball rolling over jealous judgments traps and snares set by the now flattened, whom were once flattered at my expense, now giggling fools, in still hoping I fall My mind is an aeroplane flying high over arrows fired in hope of causing more pain straining envious eyes, my blue skies looking for turbulence in (Nervous Swerving Reaction) so they can blame me yet again strait bye, I will fly My mind is a stretcher-bearer carrying... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, February 15, 2007

Men before they were boys

Hollywood as got a crush on you Brand new Oxford Brogues black shoes shimmering in streetlamp smashed beams reflecting subconscious moods glowing in Saturday evenings teenaged running rebel-nights Blakeys protecting leather worn heels, clanking echoes sounding loud our chilling graffiti stare dark bagged underpass eyes nostrils dipped in ammonia our stench of throne and territory Slightly slanted trilby hats two tone tonic moa-hair suits kept warm under serge-blue Crombie overcoats the swishing... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, February 13, 2007

Young Picking People

Young Picking People Popping stones tasting, placing soft ripe pink flesh of wine cherry on tip of your tongue chasing its trail with squeezed cool pewter goblets flowing silver and black juice gifts from the queen of hedgerow berries Red Cox crushed between ancient granite golden summer cider flows from warm rays of sunlight transparent, twinkling between tinted edged brown leaves shading shining freckled brows of the healthy young picking people ripe orchards full of their tomorrow... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, February 11, 2007

Forest Queen

Forest Queen Februarys chill held men’s stare gliding through naked branches flowing blonde strawberry hair queen of the Winter Woods, gold in evenings light shadows, silver in early mornings cat like glares Glimpses of snowberry ankle twist of slim sapling naked hip her gypsy dark face, embraced in warm dreams by the hunter that dwells in all men carved in the bark of timeless trees clear running sap hearts of the fallen, hearts of the stout torn but never broken ‘’ keep them keen and fresh... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, February 9, 2007

The First Fight In Light Of The Day

The first light of day Did sway back and forth with angry colour on display ‘’ leave the stage’’ bellowed the Sun ‘’This first light should only be mine my first call, my first light of this here day act and seen one.’ Now come Moon, off you must go, away! ‘’Your jealousy Sun always shines bright deep into my evening, mine by rights Yet I never cry at you, glad of your bright shiny company before spending one more night on my shimmering silver throne alone! Bright red was the Sun’s face as he... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, February 7, 2007

Menopause

Menopause Leaping Translucent fences landing molded and styled anew once more; catching hold again gaining delusions from hearts lost and won once more my stride of times past as returned mirrors don’t lie if you squint one eye Invisible pain in memory as found me again wishing for spring and the time in between gone! You evil truth get behind me Maybe with new love we will dance into summertime again Bounce back into step knowing how the boards tread in seen and act how I should fake my... Sign in to see full entry.

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Ladroar just loves a minute by minute take on life, it's ups and downs and round and rounds. Finding myself honest and caring, then in the next moment. Daring the change, my mind begins its games and I must pick up pen or brush, or I might loose my fleeting expression. My brain's rush of thoughts; with my heart I judge each colourful image, that is brought to my attention by my old friend Imagination. I hope you enjoy the work we intend sharing with you all, good luck ! Michael

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