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| Wednesday, March 3rd, 2004 |
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In the minds eye is a picture And yet in reality no subject Would that I could turn the camera Back into the mind And share the vision I see Of such natural wonder As a shadow over the sun Or a moon on fire And even though these visions Do happen in nature I always find myself In the wrong place for capture But my hunt will continue For a defining moment on film For moments always happen In this wonderful world... |
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| Wednesday, February 25th, 2004 |
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| Friday, February 20th, 2004 |
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| Saturday, February 7th, 2004 |
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Reviving Lost Dreams here in the desert lies a ring of ancient stones. here, where the sphinx shades the searing sand by day, and blocks out the moonlight when the sun has fallen to the depths of the world here is where we gather. each of us a goddess, a priestess, a woman our flesh tanned from long days walking in seach of this place some pink from the hint of sunburn while others revel in their darkness. upon each shoulder the eye the symbol of our rebirth into secrets of a time long forgotten the promise that those ways will not be lost each night we draw closer, seeking the solstice the night of longest night, when the shadows cover the earth and practicioners of bygone rites turn their gazes to the horizon seeking the return of the light. here, within this ring of worn stones, the words upon them faint from windblown sand and monsoon rains, here we will sing to the gods of our people, to seek them out in hope that not all is lost to time. each body a beacon of beauty, of love, of faith swathed in white linen for purity, for devotion, the radiance of woman each woman a follower of her own religion. moonrise of the longest night the solstice comes upon us all, and we are ready with voices strong and proud singing to those come before us, singing to those who shall follow. we sing because we must, because without us the ways will die we sing because our sisters need to hear our voices ringing without our faith, our light, our love, the world will suffer for those ways of the ancestors will be lost without us all night we shall sing, revelry and devoted fervor carrying through the desert lifted voices, laughter and tears echoing upon the winds beneath the shade of the great sphinx we shall dance and sing until the first faint rays of the returning sun reveal his majestic mein with the return of the sun all know, all feel we did not let them die, we have reclaimed the rites of old the knowledge of times past lives on because we women traveled here with the first warm rays that touch our flesh we lift our hands in supplication to those whose names we have uttered in the uncertainty of the night giving thanks to the many, the ones, the all in thanks we turn to one another in heartfelt embrace sisters and mothers, friends, even lovers both in sprit and in flesh we will return now, making our passage across these great sands each step completing the unbroken circle |
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| Wednesday, February 4th, 2004 |
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beneath a luminous moon gleaming bright against the khol-black sky she stands palms raised in supplication words of a tongue long lost to mankind a tribute to gods thought forgotten spilling from her lips the sands shift beneath the feet of followers in the lee of the spinx contemplating his riddle moonrise brings a chorus of voices each one a priestess in white linen marked with the eye a tattoo of devotion upon ovlive skin somewhere in the course of time these things were lost we bring them back in our memories |
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The days slowly fade to nothing all is washed away by the rains leaving behind a cold feeling only to consume what remains The sun is now a distant dream no warmth is there to be found here emptiness flows like an open stream as the very last breath draws near... |
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| Saturday, January 31st, 2004 |
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golden eyes lined with khol nails tap against the glass expectant waiting for him to arrive staggering through a stagnant stream a cloud of gnats rises a canopy above his head she is lucky, she thinks swathed in rich silks every inch of it a flourish bespeaking her honored place serendipity, they said when she fell upon the necromancer's scythe now she is his for eternity waiting for him to arrive to bring her the spoils of his deadly obsession |
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| Monday, January 19th, 2004 |
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| ( Perfect Love ) | ||||
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cryptic i've memorized your scars. i drum my fingers against the freckles-- angel kisses-- of your bare shoulders. i want to whisper you your dreams kiss your eyelashes when they flutter nuzzle my cold nose against your cheek delve in your warmth. i've learned the curves and fractals of your eyes. honey and sadness and golden with green new stories every time you look at me every time you blink time you wake you smile. love. when the grass grows sad and tall in the cemetery we will abandon your car go for walks for faeries again sit behind the mausoleum waiting for memories of nuns and old feelings of emptiness. we will be slender flowers and we will disappear. slipping into the future you and i will be gone forever. |
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| Thursday, January 8th, 2004 |
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Love, Luck, and Irony:The Story of My Life
The light came through the window, and traveled through the air. It seemed to pause for just a while, then reflected off her hair. The air was calm and peaceful, and brought her glow to me. Her lips drifted upward, soft and radiantly. Her smile formed and showed her cheer, while she looked into my eyes. Their direct and oh so determined look showed me how hard she tries, and in the center of those eyes, there sat a little gleam. I was transfixed by their transparency, it was almost like a dream. When she spoke, her voice so sweet, like honey to my ears, I fell in love right there and then. She cast away my fears. She leaned in, to speak to me while looking all around, and in her soft and lovely voice, she said my fly was down. |
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Oh it's Just a little ditty A ditty for you and me On our little journey To the other tree We were singing We were swinging In the middle we were hitting each other on the conk as we both fell out the treeeeeeeeeee Oh it's Just a little ditty A ditty for you and me On our little journey Falling out the tree |
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Romantic Pursuit I look upon your beauteous face, Watch you comb your silken hair. Enraptured by your easy grace, And your skin so soft and fair. But as I gaze upon you still, My heart and arms are hurtin' Cuz I'm hanging from your window sill And peeping through your curtain |
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Coming to Grips Oh, hello my dear So nice of you To visit me here. They really try To make me Happy with their Group therapy And basket weaving classes And anger management courses And pastel colors And soft food And "Love thy neighbor" And ankle restraints And shock therapy And television mind control rays And Regis Philbin And why are sitting so close? Back DAMN YOU! BACK! BACK, I SAY! NURSE? NURSE?!? HELP ME! HELP ME! THE ALIENS ARE HERE TO SUCK MY BRAINS OUT MY NOSTRILS AGAIN! Oh, hello my dear So nice of you To visit me here. |
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This time I'm going to set a general theme, and you can write whatever inspires you, be it a poem, a short story, random words or even a joke! The theme is Humour. Good luck and have fun! |
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| Tuesday, December 23rd, 2003 |
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This distance, no longer can I bear each breath calling your name a past that has no place in this future memories lost in the sands of time emotions trapped inside a glass cage how many tears must I shed? what price must I pay to have you? my life, you already hold my heart and soul, for you to claim no peace can I find without you no purpose is there to this empty life my existence a mere shadow why am I without you? why is the light slowly fading? scattered are my dreams of past broken pieces that cannot be rejoined I have given to you all that I am my endless love laid at your path I am yours to do with as you wish do you not feel my heart? do you not see my love? The words that I long to hear you do not whisper into my ear yet my heart lingers at your mercy the touch that I yearn, will never be yet a glimmer of hope still lives within will you not come to me? will you not be mine? |
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| Thursday, December 11th, 2003 |
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new. here's my response to the word challenge. at night when you laid your head down to sleep you were bound to dreams of a perfect half never imagining those dreams might come true never imagining a reality in hair spun of gold never imagining perfect eyes burning blue your snow white beauty out of her glass coffin with full apple red lips waiting to be kissed-- your head became your safe haven and that's when you stopped listening to the chaos outside your room does it shock you that your fantasies have become memories tossed and tangled among the things we've actually done until they are hardly shards of a shattered glass slipper? does it ever surprise you that i seem to have the power to offer you redemption from the life you used to hate to live? |
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| Sunday, November 30th, 2003 |
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| Friday, November 14th, 2003 |
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Here’s to the Future
Looking through the eyes of glass - toward the future, not the past. Ironic eyes look past the past, yet settle on the past at last. Memories seen by the glassen eye see your power burning bright Deep into the collied night yet a shimmer of gold lies still in sight. Now I must look past the past or see redemption sliding past. My haven, my overwhelming wrath bound to chaos, my chosen path. My shattered eye has cut me here and left a scratch from ear to ear. Blood trickles down, a salty clear reminding of a past no longer near. A past that seems so far from here. |
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| Tuesday, November 11th, 2003 |
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In this night I feel New power building Light burning brighter Than the gold inside the flame There is no haven for me No redemption for my sins As I fall into the chaos Bound to fate's whim As my eyes become glass My memories become lost To the endless noise of hell The place I will call home. |
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Memories fade away slowly into this dark night unknown my emotions erratic, creating chaos threatening my fragile glass cage where a flame is burning to this day giving life to a deeper power within bound to me through heart and soul the bright colours of the rainbow lead to the pot of gold I once looked upon the search ends, I find my haven a moment now here to touch and feel redemption, my ultimate purpose. |
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sleepy.