Monthly Archives: September 2015

The Storm

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All the time I feel the air. Breezing by, everywhere. Can it feel me? Does it notice me? Does anyone, anywhere really care to see? Everywhere I go, there’s no feeling of space.…

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fire

…ardent feeling …strong desire ….hope over flowed …softly as it should …slowly as it had …a flicker of hope

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life is so good

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Three Blind Mice (no relation or nothing to do at all with the nursery rhyme)

Three Blind Mice (no relation or nothing to do at all with the nursery rhyme) “three blind mice”, childhood memory of a nursery rhyme ’bout Queen Mary not being nice executing bishops in thine. “three blind mice”, at present time … Continue reading

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“she could have been mine”

seated together in the corner, she remembered you quite well, of the birthday cards you made, of the letters you wrote. Over a cup of coffee with friends she told your story, of how you made her giggle, of those … Continue reading

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cloud nine (ecstatic feeling)

a deep loud vibration is beating in cool afternoon sheets. she heard you breathe noisily while sleeping in rough hoarse voices. a melody in different tone in deep brightened sleep. she felt you’re good and done in shadows right through … Continue reading

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Creative Pain

Somewhere in between… I cried out in pain. I agonized in disdain. I lamented in vain. Sometime thereafter… I walk away over. I smile in sober. I yearn to unfetter. Somewhere then… I will be discharged. I will be freed. … Continue reading

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