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Legs pumping under the midnight moon.
Running through the feathery grasses.
A mist over the moors.
A will o’ the wisp.
Wraiths.
Pale shadows skim across still water.
It was the dark of a New Moon.
The darkness of the pit was upon him.
In…
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Poetic Pleasure Place
Ardor Among Arbors
Ashen cinders fall away revealing a molten core
Feathers grasses up to her naked knees
A flaxen sun on flaxen hair
Doe eyed and prancing in the sun
Penguins and puppies
As we climbed the swelling peak of the…
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lifted in flight gently swirreling,
twirreling and dancing on air. droplets of beauty drifting unto me,
rainbows aglow everywhere. angelic harps playing with heart,
visions of angels surround. with a magical touch the skies open up,
and love in their midst is found. crystal the stairway that comes… Read More »- Let’s talk: Comment (5) | Blog
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every wish is starlight sent, snowflakes
drift them north. in santa's dreams he captures them, and day
light goes to work. he checks his list for naughty, and underlines
the nice. no mistakes are ever made, for he checks it twice. he
always does the children first, paying close attention. of… Read More »
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Read More »Come live with me and be my love, And we will all the pleasures prove That hills and valleys, dales and fields, Or woods or steepy mountain yields.
And we will sit…
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Is this philosophy or poetry? My past is disorderly. My thoughts are view points inorder to change authority. They say the govern over me. Basicly they're just holding me. I see life so difrent and more than it's suppose to be. I don't believe in fate.…
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Dainty
There was once a guy who suffered from cancer... a cancer that can't be treated. He was in his 30’s and he could die anytime. All his life, he was stuck in his house being taken cared by his mother. He never went outside but he…
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what ever happened to the music, and the instruments that started it all. what ever happened to the tenor and bass, replaced by the screaming and squall. what happened to the arts that we knew, the actors on actual stage. what ever happened to actual passion, replaced for the money… Read More »
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