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Thursday, January 24, 2008

Windsong

Linger with me, my wildflower. So fleeting is your song. Be mine more than just a day, Why must your beauty be so freeing, And my touch, so rough? I just want to gather, And hold and enjoy you. As a morning fog, Is there on the hill... Silently blanketing the night. Be mine, my flower Valentine.... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, January 23, 2008

Freedom Tide

Escape in the sheath of darkness, Desperate families reach for hope, Danger pays no mind. Away form tyrants and the history they wrote. A small bamboo boat furnishes the ride, So greatly desired:some freedom, some pride. The enemies pursiut, from which they hide. Silence thick with fear, past the... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, January 22, 2008

Another New Year

Resolutions fade out of sight, Ready to take flight. Time does not wait, Headwind slows my gait, to fight it no more... I fly and soar! Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, December 29, 2007

Can You See?

The re-noun, which I grieve. This I have found. Our flesh is at fault, we've come from the ground. Living water and salt, is the problem we face. The die has been cast, gamblers don't place. Our graves shall be shallow, no matter our flaws. The flesh is at fault. Take time to pause. Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, December 28, 2007

Windsong

Linger with me, my wildflower. So fleeting is your song. Be mine more than just a day, Why must your beauty be so freeing, And my touch, so rough? I just want to gather, And hold and enjoy you. As a morning fog, Is there on the hill... Silently blanketing the night. Be mine, my flower Valentine.... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, October 18, 2007

Love of my life...

Embrace me, my deer... hide me in the hollow of your arms, take me with you, let's walk and talk... and dream. I am so very much, in love with you! Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, July 15, 2007

Never Enough?

I wish you enough sun to keep your attitude bright no matter how gray the day may appear. I wish you enough rain to appreciate the sun even more. I wish you enough happiness to keep your spirit alive and everlasting. I wish you enough pain so that even the smallest of joys in life may appear bigger.... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, May 22, 2007

Sugarcane Sunrise

Balancing on uneven ground I took one last gaze at the lone star to the west....an ever so slight glow began to appear beyond the mountains. Blinking my eyes, I realize I can see a man walking in the darkness. There's a machete in his hand and a turban on his head...I froze. Was I in danger, all... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, May 18, 2007

Man of my dreams

That is what you are. So real I can breathe a sigh of relief, because you are tuely my genuine valentine. Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, April 10, 2007

the meaning of windsong...

Linger with me, my wildflower The subject So fleeting is your song. A perpetual wildflower plant, wonderful, Be mine more than just a day, not a bloom that lasts Why must your beauty be so fleeting, It dies, once picked, And my touch, so rough? or handled. I just want to gather,... how lovely the... Sign in to see full entry.

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About this Blog

Some say, "You are what you eat. I say you are what you watch, unless you make an effort to understand the power and influence films and the arts have in our lives. Come along for some American Stew: Ingredients include- studies about Sex and Gender in American Film, theatrical and on stage performance reviews from published works of mine! Watch your tongue, the soup might be hot!

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