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I'm about to set my foibles on the table. Arrange them to a geothermal registered heat . Recalling the good earth. The pleasure of suckling--the silken sighs of a nourished babe crawled up against mother nature. The breast-breath of herbs and forest. Pastures where grass grows free, warm and tall.
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Posted: 3/25/2008 1:03:55 PM | | New place filling up, can't wait to put our touch!! Including other's special gifts on the walls, into frames, putting our stuff together. Showing none of this was in vain. A week or so it may take, to make it truly feel like home, side by side, Us as ONE! | |
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Posted: 3/25/2008 8:33:09 PM | | Tattoo. Inside a shack, really. across the tracks, past the winos and $10 hookers. walls of inkings. a choice. just stars, cascading on the other shoulder, opposite the shamrock. brave face for one hour. three colors. reason? body wearing the sense of self and one small part of heaven forever | |
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Posted: 3/25/2008 9:56:19 PM | | Invited to attend a fashion show. Dallas. Fancy shindig. $30 a seat. Do they still not get who I am? Push me. Pull me. Mold me. Plan me. Play me. These are my friends? Longing for real people with real lives. I'm so outta here. Calm's sweet lull my lure. | |
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Posted: 3/25/2008 10:22:16 PM | ~Where is My Mind~What kind of dining set defines me as a person, If I did have a tumor I'd name it Marla. Cigarette burns~Where is My Mind~ I don't want to die without any scars. We gotta take their. . . Now What. Twenty Dollar Soap. ~Where is My . . .~
Fight Club
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Posted: 3/25/2008 10:59:13 PM | | Tallulah. Irish wolfhound, more horse than dog. more diva than not. prima donna on all fours will stare you down under brillo eyebrows hooding grey-green eyes serenely triumphant that none will ever know her and all will feed her cookies to win her favor because she is worth it | |
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Posted: 3/26/2008 5:06:17 AM | | he was my life...my dad...left when i was 8...wasn't comfortable with life...moved back to missouri...life still did not fit well...perhaps another time, another era...i became bitter...missed the lap i had so long forgotten...killed when i was 19...sometimes i still cry. | |
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Posted: 3/26/2008 8:00:37 PM | Head in the Clouds, Drove to Far, Damn Toll Booth on the way back, Bremerton, Man, I Love Aircraft Carriers. Gig Harbor, Fox Island Beautiful. Half Tank of Gas, Half Pack. Beautiful Afternoon. How do I Avoid the Toll. Sir, We Take Visa. It's Taken Care Of SIr. Where Is . .
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Posted: 3/27/2008 9:36:37 PM | | There is something of destruction in me; even I fear to tread that forlorn path. You: solemn eyes, gentle mouth- you'll find no light nor sustenance here. Cannot bear thought of you frightened, hungry in the dark, so turn away from your smile. You'll never know what I've spared you. | |
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Posted: 3/27/2008 10:02:41 PM | Suckles gentle as fruit ripened Limbs warm'd cheeks born natures essance
Moist velvet glowing garden of pleasure
Geothermal heat creating intence desires flow
Breast,Breath, root'd raw passion
Silken warmth hold close the night
Illusion prepare one nights dream desire
Pastures are: Set in minds thought | |
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Posted: 3/28/2008 6:41:17 AM | | Friday morning, only two inches of snow today. I give the jeep ten minutes to warm up before I hit the road. Five ten, driving north. I'm on auto pilot, going through the motions till the clock reads six thirty. I call my lady. Her voice brings me to life. | |
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Posted: 3/28/2008 7:03:51 AM | | I dreamed of snow last night...white blankets covered frozen ground and I ran....I ran with the morning....the clocked kept time....but I recall the air was still...passersby smiled at me, and I smiled and nodded....twas like we shared a secret...I'll keep it in my dreams. | |
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Posted: 3/28/2008 7:11:03 AM | | A slice of life in fifty words? A sword to carve out one small piece? Breathing, sensing, feeling, tasting, touching, smelling, watching and listening... loving, hating... waiting... silence, stillness, emptiness... emotion and experience lead me to this, just this, being, being, being. one word is more than enough - living. | |
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Posted: 3/28/2008 9:38:30 AM | | Morning Mist, wets my boards . . . clears my mind. Sawdust, and sap, heat the stone cold morn. Chisel, mallet, blood pumping through my veins. Baby playing in the log pile. I can get that for you Dad. A day dream, I feel you again. Tonight. Horses, hay, fireplace, connecting the dots. | |
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Posted: 3/28/2008 1:54:02 PM | | winter's death grip. like petulant lover clinging in desperation to the past. a strident nag angry relentlessly insistent on brow beating me with cold steel sky hoping i'll weary, waste to gray withering, unable to crawl out of her grave of frowns and away from her clenching cold empty fingers | |
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Posted: 3/28/2008 9:04:05 PM | | Of a great divide, the heart and mind, each going there own way, but, when they combine with one another, it gives new worlds discovered, a clearer picture of a lifes' plan, opening of doors again!! An open heart and mind, great divide no more, together as two worlds collide!! | |
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Posted: 3/29/2008 7:37:05 PM | | inspired by e-sky's morning tribute.... morning's walk looked... mist gently kissing face... birds gracefully sing...walking with gratitude immersed in moment ...thud squirrel fell from tree ....scurrying along path...daisy crazy....yelping ...pulling this way 'n' that...stopped....gently spoke... realizing no reasoning with instinct...and am powerless over...squirrels... | |
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Posted: 3/29/2008 10:23:09 PM | | Youth. Picket Lines, and trailers. Trashcan fires, and picket signs. Don't cross here, don't shop here. IAM, airlines, autoworkers, and teachers. Out on the street, retrained, but gone. Hiding under desks, and along stairwells, in case the Russians drop the bomb. F**k Cabbage Patch Kids. Jack Daniels if you please. | |
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Posted: 3/29/2008 10:27:20 PM | | Life is an orchard. buds . blossoms. fruit. decay. sometimes i am a bruised petal. sometimes the fleshy fruit, moistly dripping. sometimes the green leaf of shade, comfort. sometimes the bare twisted branch, the gnarled sturdy trunk. a bee of servitude. cicada wings softly singing, offering all the world sweet hope. | |
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Posted: 3/30/2008 8:50:55 AM | ambulance sings to demand its due, the pain inside won't wait
can't drive fast enough to catch early ,have to outrun too late
cars scatter, lights ignored, metal monster makes its way
Fates spinning tires instead of wheels , picking a price to pay
past the cross smeared door , ...mercy moves | |
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Posted: 3/30/2008 9:53:06 AM | | Seeking Intensity. Understanding. Comprehension. Idealism versus what can be. Ability. Reciprocity. Consistency. Mutual desire to discover. Uncover. Unwaveringly looking away from the funhouse mirrors. Standing still. Receiving. Clarity. Reality. A choice to be made. Discover magic present in naked truth. Turn back. Take another walk through mazes of distorted glass. | |
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Posted: 3/30/2008 11:20:18 AM | | Sleep wouldn't come; I crept to the window. Absolute stillness. Peace. As I soak these up, mix with the moonbeams, and tuck them in my pocket for later, he wakes and sees me watching him. He doesn't smile, but the look in his eyes puts a lump in my throat. | |
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Posted: 3/30/2008 11:44:11 AM | A Blush,
Underneath a street lamp.
Nervous silence, and a smile.
"Nice night",
momentary gaze at the stars,
Our eyes drawn back together.
Nice dress.
Thank you, looking down for a second.
First kiss . . . held . . .
Hand on your back, and
pull you closer,
Eyes open bright,
smile,
blush
Second Kiss | |
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