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Friday, July 29, 2005

THE INTRODUCTION

Everything the girl showed her inner state, her hair was messy, wild, and the hand movements chaotic, they moved like a typist across a keyboard, her lips formed words into the phone receiver. Her face flashed emotions she was experiencing, nothing was hidden she was open for all to view. To most... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, July 28, 2005

GARLAND FOR MOTHER

I can't believe this is happening. You! Who never smoke or drank, you who always has been so active,exercised and never smoked. This happens to other people who haven't looked after themselves. Your going to die, the one who has been my world, who has been there from the beginning is going to go. I... Sign in to see full entry.

How The Silver Fern Became Silver.

Grandmother "How come Grandfather is 'Silver'and you're not?" "Tell me please!........ please Grandmother," begged the beautiful young woman. " If you insist Radiata, better get comfortable," She loved this grand-daughter, the only one like 'Manuka' honey in her colouring. Her name was significant... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, July 26, 2005

THE DIRGE.

The Undertakers and Sentries begin to retreat, Their tasks now complete, The spell winds down, Numerous victories were won. Cowards bullies, timidity, power, Strength is a facade. When the light brushes like thistle flower's blowing in the wind, Heat gentle, kind, warms the cold Soul, The ice round... Sign in to see full entry.

SECRETS

Darkness, clothed in secrecy, Surgical hands, Not a breath was drawn. Parasite, sucking life from me. 'Magical'hands of Surgeon, Giving back my liberty. 30 pieces of Silver was expensive, This job was cheap. Eradicating this encumbrance, Compared to Judas Iscariot. In the night when all is still,... Sign in to see full entry.

A STRANGER

A stranger in my garden, Whispers in my ear, Gentle, soft insights.\ Lightning flash questions in my mind, How does he know about me? Who is he? Gently, sure footed, carefully treading, Not to bruise, trample my flowers, seeds. Strolling gracefully through, Surveying, gazing, at my vast landscape,... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, July 25, 2005

LYDIA ( Dedicated to my second born)

Dew Spirit falls soft, Sweetness of the grape permeates, Kindness a Cloak round her drapes. Laughter bursts, spills, A foaming rapid, Magnetized like Moth's to the light. Enjoy, Savour,Delight, Bathe, Soak, In and under the essence of Lydia. 'Times' quiet dignity graced your Womanhood, 'Loves'force... Sign in to see full entry.

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