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amatis

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DAILY QUOTES Posted: 11/20/2009 12:14:33 PM
"It is the nature of politics to place the face of necessity on profitable fiction" Victor Hugo

amatis

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DAILY QUOTES - Humor Posted: 11/19/2009 4:58:48 PM
"Botox is not the poison, nor is it the antidote" Dr. Jesus Bosque

amatis

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~lost in thought or flight of fancy~ Posted: 11/17/2009 10:19:16 PM
11/16/09 My book of poems melted last night I found it sodden and stiff in a November frost and the words from a hundred rambles had melted at the edges though near the binding the ink had not surrendered, they were still words, though each ended line, and merged and now were all watercolored horizons (and thats why I'll keep using colored inks and fountain pens) that opened book is now more precious and why was I sad at all? or thought I could not paint? those pages will fill so many frames with more than I could ever see these watercolored reveries

amatis

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~lost in thought or flight of fancy~ Posted: 10/16/2009 4:57:42 PM
10/16/09 Albuquerque; before setting the piece culmination does sometimes come with much sweat and apprehension and heavy iron thrust skyward to stand upon the horizon, tall for that is where his art would reach ungainly and bright it speaks of whimsy, too and calls each passerby to smile and remember they are still children, too and have thought in images brighter than now they know and brighter then, their smile

amatis

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~lost in thought or flight of fancy~ Posted: 10/16/2009 4:50:39 PM
10/16/09 Albuquerque; after setting the Piece The shackles away and now only upon some hopeful steel tethers rides this imagined thing, now real and true to what it was meant to be like my own wishes, even dreams not yet true, but manifesting themselves, held yet, by some other shackles that must be loosed and allowed what movement that must come to be also real

amatis

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The Fireside Posted: 10/5/2009 9:02:25 AM
9/28/09 now september wains and the trees begin to nod for fall is upon the heavens and this golden light gathers itself and the dark hours grow as the deep sleep nears yet before it comes, the trees will blaze in bright defiance a fire, branding promise too, before the grey frost comes of a spring unglimsed but sure

amatis

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~lost in thought or flight of fancy~ Posted: 10/5/2009 8:53:43 AM
3/2/09 I recall And call it goodness when in a moment you can smile when the sun is enough in it's warming, and breezes come, welcome to a heart needful of that releif goodness too, those moments when turning home and memory washes through those quiet thoughtful times and those now gone whisper sombre things and we remember; when that solitude, of sorrows wrought that spread upon that time now past is just the shadow of a life that knew much light and it is good that I recall

amatis

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reflection of past year into the future... Posted: 8/29/2009 10:34:49 PM
8/22/09 before an old love comes and now what remains will testify to all that ever was that there should be kindness, and some small joy these remnants I hope remain and too, all that is true, not now masked by desire trusting sorrow has done much mending and too, refined our kindred hearts to bear within them, as if a breath, that still and luminous delight the very grace of love

amatis

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First Line, Last Line (Part Deux) Posted: 8/27/2009 7:41:02 AM
Casualties of the heart now unfold unmended memories claiming heartspace, their rightful home and every intended eviction of lovers now lost, our own soul denies. Though buried deep, they're near, their resurrection sure, till sorrow can soften, or bitterness break that heart that loved...

amatis

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The Fireside Posted: 8/19/2009 9:24:54 AM
edgy, sharpened cyberschtick, as though some counted coup for they're quick witted too, and sharply call a cynics tune across this place, that is nowhere at all and fools, and I, would tap some serenade, as though to seize some dream from some netherplace or otheplace that has no "where" to go, nor from.. still, between electrons bounce the searchers upon some quantum quest and fantasy thrives like fungus, and calls perfection true 'till it blinds me to some flawed yet present soul and present flesh that I might touch

amatis

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reflection of past year into the future... Posted: 8/19/2009 9:09:24 AM
Emerging, dawn, amidst a freshening light. with air scented of summer, spills into my room just now, this bed seems emty and too still, and I miss the scent of another soul that is not upon that summer air... nor a sleepy sigh to gently blend with the birds that call beyond my room this summer dawn bears beauty in a stillness and glory for the heavens, too but still sometime, there is but my echo; hear? that echo in an empty sky

amatis

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~lost in thought or flight of fancy~ Posted: 7/31/2009 10:01:58 PM
it fell hard and had stood a hundred years and left a place in space I'd never seen when I'd come home it had taken too long to die broken on the ground the birch's bark showed the broken limbs as bleached old bones and it did leave a hole in the sky and it had been a thousand homes and I'd heard a different song in every one and I would miss that too, and seen so many fledgelings fly and found the remnants of so many shells they would be sacattered about the tree in summer when the young ones flew and squirrels too, I had watched in silouette their frenzied traffic too, I'd miss the nest I found, I'm sure had seemed so safe in the hollowed heart of that great tree I will tend those kits, as best I can, it is my final trust, and wait in hope, until that mother comes I hated the crashing of that great white tree

amatis

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First Line, Last Line (Part Deux) Posted: 7/31/2009 6:28:01 PM
hope always helps me make it through my days even when I'm stuck in being me and cease to look, or even see when all I know is what I want, or think I need and worry crowds a little close It's then that I remember, for that to me is hope, That the sky is blue, yet deeper too, and I have loved, though I forget that love is not a lie,

amatis

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~lost in thought or flight of fancy~ Posted: 7/30/2009 6:43:00 AM
7/30/09 I like to stay up all night 'cause of mornings like this, and once in a while things do rhyme ,in a cosmic sense God was on my roof today, He was pointing at the sky and spinning sugar into clouds but I've known Him to do peculiar things and for some I've wondered why but I can trust Him for His reasons for cotton candy in the sky

amatis

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First Line, Last Line (Part Deux) Posted: 7/29/2009 8:35:03 AM
Why bother with this love? If love is sated on desire and only serves a passion well or is it more than I would see and ever only virtues call for self to serve and not to rule that patience teach me to be kind and forgiveness nurture each and all

amatis

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First Line, Last Line (Part Deux) Posted: 7/27/2009 3:57:50 PM
only the shadows in our hearts replaced what all possesed; a child's sight each dream deferred, the less we see until wisdom calls all dreamers fools sweet fools, we watch, and we yearn to go but they press on, not looking back, their eyes grow wide with wonder, too and those dreamers call and some still hear "there's more out here, come, don't look back!"

amatis

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First Line, Last Line (Part Deux) Posted: 7/26/2009 4:36:59 PM
to participate would be really lovely to feel that pull, refreshing like a welcome fragrant breeze, stirring me to wakefulness from some safe slumber yet anxious not to play the fool still I would hold my breath, unknowingly, at that first touch, and pause before that invitation in that startled moment of confession, then yeild an unarmed heart

amatis

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reflection of past year into the future... Posted: 7/26/2009 4:23:39 PM
7/25/09 (that my son would know that rain) the summer dried grasses stand sharper now. without that wilting of dry spring and the green is not so bright but pales now in the heat and the ground too, mutes waiting for the rain summer rains, much more of bounty than of promise though at it's comming, there would be no need to know the reason why amidst that fragrant, cool and welcome jubilee

amatis

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First Line, Last Line (Part Deux) Posted: 7/25/2009 3:28:17 PM
touching for whatever is left that is whole 'midst sorrow,refined from tatters and fragments, now freed from such dross as memories, old lovers, postcards, the promised... washed clean with wise tears and found with new eyes pure, a birthstone in gentle light

amatis

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First Line, Last Line (Part Deux) Posted: 7/23/2009 8:39:24 PM
(Nice leave Joro, love your whimsy) Gee, now I feel better God's in a housecoat, on my roof with a purple cat that I swear has mange But I don't, nor would presume to suggest, the company He keep for He can't change and He knows why, and you might guess but while He's there, I would inquire for there are hints, but I've not been told the why of pain and of desire and why the two, inexplicably linked and the fleeting moments of real bliss and who ever thought to try a kiss I understand the moon, it's pull and then the tide But why must joy be so high, if not as wide

amatis

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First Line, Last Line (Part Deux) Posted: 7/20/2009 6:12:30 PM
Tomorrow, we'll see... if scars can heal because the tears have dried if anything changed because we tried if taking gains us anything or if gain alone will serve Tomorrow we'll see if lies will serve, if their beleived or were we not the ones deceived if all the goodness we professed when tested, was found true

amatis

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~lost in thought or flight of fancy~ Posted: 7/18/2009 7:53:38 PM
this is actually the front of a short story, but in a beat kinda way, it's lyrical from"Adult Toys, Magnum Condoms, And That Little "Ding"" Sometimes I wish I could just unzip the sky, in the middle, just unzip it. Those parting heavens would speak, whadda ya think, would that do it? Probably not 'cause gimme time and I always fall back on suspicion or imagination, I can't tell which most 'a the time or even if there's a difference, frankly, when it comes to that.. But sometimes, I'm tellin' ya, it just looks like it's a curtain hangin' there So I start thinkin' zipper, unmask that "Absolute" or "Higher Power", I mean walk right up pull the beard or whatever, 'Cause I mean there are times when this all seems just a little hollow, only like its on purpose So I say screw it, I'm goin' for the zipper peeeek ah boooo....

amatis

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beauty Posted: 7/16/2009 8:55:38 AM
7/15/09 porch music this porch and I share much time on summer nights after the goodnights to passerbys and when the sun has barely set the sprinklers tat a water tune as traffic mutes, now but passing lights of white and red then I pluck just single notes and listen to them fade before this summer quarter moon while trees portray in sillouette audience to the serenade

amatis

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First Line, Last Line (Part Deux) Posted: 7/15/2009 11:21:14 AM
for reminiscence will ponder every feature and recall the very scent , as an eleoquent reflection of the fusion of each sense in perfect thrall, as tentative fingers first brushed her hair from azure eyes, and revealed a gaze that held the moment in perfection

amatis

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First Line, Last Line (Part Deux) Posted: 7/14/2009 7:19:41 AM
connected deeply at our core by what we know yet I would still reach for it is in hope, though not yet faith that not all of what I see and even as a child sensed is true that there is only a transient scrawl we leave behind among 10 million millions perhaps there is a cosmic reason that we love and call it timeless and while loving burn so brightly

amatis

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DAILY QUOTES Posted: 7/13/2009 5:07:21 PM
Somw say the world will end in fire, Some say in ice. From what I’ve tasted of desire I hold with those who favor fire. But if it had to perish twice, I think I know enough of hate To know that for destruction ice Is also great And would suffice. Robert Frost "Fire and Ice" amen...

amatis

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~lost in thought or flight of fancy~ Posted: 7/13/2009 12:34:09 PM
7/13/09 rainy summer day I heard the patter upon first waking, this summer day would bring warm rain the light I saw was softer it eased me patient, from my sleep to start the day almost gently there seemed no hurry and I was mindless of the time summer rain seems to be a mercy perhaps some mercy could be mine I've resisted since to hurry I am grateful for these soft grey skies, and there is a hush upon my worries almost a stretching of very time and I heard myself to whisper, unaware and easy breathing softly "it's so sublime..."

amatis

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siempre seremos sus padres Posted: 7/11/2009 11:57:45 PM
7/11/09 we will always be their fathers Abel Garcia Contreras speaks words as true as his gaze as we pause and I feel the track of sweat upon my back, he tells me of his home above the town thats near the sea in Composino the house near done, upon the hill that has the road that he has made and lined with limes and lemons he has planted in the country where his heart belongs and I see now he is a richer man possesed of more than I can buy I wish that when he goes that I could go along we speak then of our children, ,and polite, he hears me out then kind, unknots my complications "they will always be our children" he explains and more "siempre seremos sus padres" then shrugs the subject closed we share the water and a moment, and return to the work we have, this summers day and I look and see much more than I supposed and I have much less to say

amatis

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lost cause Posted: 7/10/2009 11:59:55 PM
I collected all my squandered moments to turn them in for the deposit I lined them up to segregate them by lenghth and reason and what did cause it I pulled some out, to my surprising, for there were some I'd not exchange because the payment was not sufficient it was a moment I would not change Some moments were like doodles, and did not seem profound and others unproductive but they'd often calm me down and in the end I found I'd wasted to much effort , that was plain so I have kept those squandered moments and might just squander them again

amatis

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~lost in thought or flight of fancy~ Posted: 7/10/2009 11:42:02 PM
the steps ascend yet I descend them then burst beyond the door of that too closed room of aching phantoms that do not touch but all lamenting leave a puddle I must splash through and wish that there were instead a summer rain, with crashing colors crossing heaven here to drench me now and cleanse

amatis

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First Line, Last Line (Part Deux) Posted: 7/10/2009 11:10:04 PM
I am here and feel you to my core and the ripples of your passing around me and beyond me in your passing and I cannot hold or know you more than this that your free and fluid presence is not for grasping but I have been within that circle spreading free and perfect out beyond me in your passing

amatis

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First Line, Last Line (Part Deux) Posted: 7/10/2009 5:23:16 AM
here in each heart and act of compassion where gentler natures reign and author mercy there is room for strangers and the broken and they'll learn of rest and too, of hope when they have trusted, and found it wisdom and seen love and heard it spoke.

amatis

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~lost in thought or flight of fancy~ Posted: 7/10/2009 5:07:16 AM
7/10/09 balancing delusion better to let some wishhes slip from consideration when they hold too much sway upon imagination when I feel the gathering pull of another fairytale I tell then told I often listen and like a wishful child too eager to beleive let it crowd upon too many waking moments better to let them slip, for I weave these tales from too real disappointments as though revenge were a happy ending or wishing would heal a scar this childs thinking is more of wanting magic and better left to come in dreams unbidden better left before the waking comes and instead to seek real wonders and then behold them, with open eyes

amatis

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~lost in thought or flight of fancy~ Posted: 7/9/2009 4:23:09 PM
let me be free for these few moments to be where there are no words or numbers upon a page let it be a time unmeasured and the meter be of some beloved song that lilts and breezes sweet and cool, a perfumed air that's all about me and if fantasy or foolish dream it will still be a gentle musing and there will be no need for knowing just a sweet imagining

amatis

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First Line, Last Line (Part Deux) Posted: 7/9/2009 2:17:35 PM
to start another day, here and hold as harmless memory and any dark imaginig that would shade this present hour and rather squaunder mercy, that hope would be an easy thing and dreams would come to opened eyes

amatis

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First Line, Last Line (Part Deux) Posted: 7/9/2009 7:58:08 AM
embraced in the glow of a desire that has long smoldered that waits only for the softest breath to coax a brighter passion, I listen and in that expectant hush hear your whispered name

amatis

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First Line, Last Line (Part Deux) Posted: 7/8/2009 7:37:28 PM
insane is feeling that freedom again and giving rein to heedless need and call it nothing less let the lonely stand and proclaim their strength, that strength I understand but I will not call this desire weakness nor from weakness sprung but I have known that fire and would fan that flame and come close to know how bright it burns

amatis

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~lost in thought or flight of fancy~ Posted: 7/8/2009 5:40:18 PM
Some passion dreamed upon a sleepless night long and gently pondered and this time sweet, and I blush, foolish for I am and choose to be for the gravity of the wise does not draw me and would choose passion a thousand times even knowing of the pain that wisdom shunns and where all suffering comes but joy too, for I would have it all, and too, peace, how can I choose to let passion pass, and catch myself from turning for I am breathless with the very thought and it is a warmth upon my soul and there is the scent of love about it

amatis

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First Line, Last Line (Part Deux) Posted: 7/7/2009 3:03:31 PM
Its as if they fell out of a book do not know their place upon a page that I had placed them on a shelf to gather dust and left to age they do not know their place within the story, not the one that I had told I did not know that they claimed heartspace or the sureness of their hold that they awaited resurection silent yes, but never gone they are the space between the verses they are the chorus to the song

amatis

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~lost in thought or flight of fancy~ Posted: 7/5/2009 5:42:25 AM
I do sometimes love these summer sleepless nights, and almost restless, I will wander perhaps it is the wandering, when no one is about but the night air almost cool and the windows down I love these too, and mornings slow arrival, even sleepless brings a soothing yawn and then I go about some peaceful chore to trim a rose that I normally neglect, and too, the moon just now is setting in the reding dawn display I love these all and this now and it is barely yet today

amatis

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expression of friendship Posted: 7/5/2009 5:15:50 AM
I will see today that gentle face, a face I saw upon his birth and as he grew this time will be too soon spent and even now the farewell, too soon said, hovers two decades past, and he will show their passing upon his face, all echoed in his eyes I will savor the child he springs from, I will see that child there and as Uncle, I will listen and touch him when I can for I touched his face upon his birthing and held him as my blooded kin

amatis

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First Line, Last Line (Part Deux) Posted: 7/5/2009 5:01:54 AM
as you release your soul from body the tethers of the senses hold a gentle sway and lovely now, without attachment show that technicolor grandeur of an ordinary day beyond these words, or greed for explanation pure as any image dreamed release too, from a million concepts and assumptions then will all narrations cease and then in wordless perfect wonder, perfect peace

amatis

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DAILY QUOTES Posted: 7/2/2009 7:25:09 PM
"Why if the man really beleives their is no difference between vice and virtue, the when he comes to dinner, let us count he silver" Bosewell on Johnson

amatis

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~lost in thought or flight of fancy~ Posted: 7/2/2009 7:16:11 PM
rise late sleeper for the morning has near passed but pause before you shake those morning dreams and did those clouds of tumbled pictures speak so speak while they still stir were there old lover or familiar fears in masquerade was it mystery or wishes in fantasy portrayed what words will you choose to paste upon those images your eyes have never seen and what will that choosing say about those harmless phantoms conjured by a restless mind rise late sleeper and see the day and what is true and let your senses fill for birds still call, let it be song, and all is bright and the wind is true and these passing clouds carry omly summer rain

amatis

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words from phish.... Posted: 7/1/2009 9:29:07 PM
7/1/09 they trace a careful orbit that live a cautious life and despite the gravity that each soul bears and senses, as a weight of glory, that gravity that would bring collision a fool would avoid for we would touch or meld or bend in our solitary navigation and then perhaps to trace another path but the fearful and fools avoid the warp that comes from the nearnes of another soul and remain perhaps as lonley orbs amidst 10 million shining stars that choose to dance

amatis

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First Line, Last Line (Part Deux) Posted: 7/1/2009 5:30:15 PM
but give the boot to trepidation, and grant no quarter to regret, recall instead anticipation, And asked if beaten, say not yet, no heart can thrive on timid hesitation, no passion burns when quenched by fear For love is never seeking harbor, it seeks the wind to fill the sails it is not bound to shallow waters and we are told, it never fails

amatis

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First Line, Last Line (Part Deux) Posted: 6/30/2009 5:30:29 PM
I wear my heart out on my sleeve still, and knowing from what has been, the price of caution is to not beleive, and not risk the hurt that may be again, He is no fool who risks what he cannot keep to gain what he cannot buy Love will go where it is sent, and there are tears in a life well spent

amatis

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First Line, Last Line (Part Deux) Posted: 6/29/2009 11:24:30 PM
now deceased, but then still speaks and hearing petulant regret I resurect that notion of fidelity that peculiar virtue of all about to be betrayed and played as fool yet despite that proof and prides protest I'll not regret that love was given rule

amatis

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First Line, Last Line (Part Deux) Posted: 6/29/2009 5:51:00 PM
stand haiku upon it's head it is the same 17 syllables, all in 3 lines no needed rhyme or twisted lines it hints at truth sometimes sublime a picture framed yet it can bring the halo of some deeper thing

amatis

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First Line, Last Line (Part Deux) Posted: 6/28/2009 8:22:16 PM
Answers may not come at all and will not be missed or pondered like some remnant of some day that's passed but questioning she will peer and hopefull she might see and leave what might have been and seek for what might be

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