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thru chocolate eyes

thru chocolate eyes
dancing words: poetry and other blissful language pursuits
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2008-12-13 12:43:00
Ripping out everything all that was beautiful to only me so I can stand so I can see without your telling me how I will find myself again I’m not that far away
More About: Fallen
new day
2008-12-09 12:39:00
I woke up this morning, put my target on apathy, and I’ve got balance at the firing range. No more wandering, my boots are clicking to a march because I found the destination. The will to dictate the rules of my house and kick the worn out house guest comfortability to the curb. There was something in the wine which made me remember I never forgot how to do ...
dec 5, 2008 (ten years)
2008-12-05 12:46:00
A decade through cast by the rolling big apple on the tongue of the night when a year is born. Your armor worn by battle, yet the moat glistening still with memory of scaling Heidelberg, wine barrels for giants, steel toe stomps on firecrackers. Youth?s immortal eyes. Fate stapled to that stoplight on Cedar, the road with never ending ice dimples, orange cones to maneuver around. Your wallet ...
More About: Years , 2008
the game of choice
2008-12-04 15:04:00
busy trying not to hurt anyone. busy trying to make the right choices choices are worse than instinct choices exhaust the brain the brain persists the brain is the enemy of the mind the mind is the true self the mind is where you are when you?re alone alone is not bad as people think alone is pure being being alone is being true being not ...
More About: Game , The Game , Choice
i am in your grotto
2008-12-03 00:32:00
Mother, joyful console, dear apparition, heal me in a vision of blood dripping. My hand holds Bernadette’s. Direct me how to dig through the mud for the sacred spring, so that I may walk again through the darkness with you.  
forlorn is the countenance of nature
2008-12-01 11:34:00
White foam oscillating atop the rapids, mesmerizes me so I can forget that the water is always rushing by. Far too quickly, I dry to the bone. Nothing I do matters. Will you stay with me if I need you, or if I don’t? Either is a lie, because it’s just me. The frost inevitably arrives, expunging all breath from the wheat. Golden daydream seasons are ephemeral, but my grief persists. It, alone, has no cycle. Why should I be joyous for spring? Purple passion flowers blushing kiss me with their fragrance for such a fleeting moment. They will not be this season’s blooms awakened from the grave. Terrible and reliable is the fickle will, to use and then discard the muse. Call me a muse, a motivator. When you have drunk your fill from the springs of Helicon you will not be thirsty, nor will you return. So I retreat to inanimate rock, slipping my fingers into the crevices, turning from the erosion with tears.
More About: Nature
ice skating tableau
2008-11-29 12:53:00
Laughs balance on blades, cold mitten circles. White paper shreds dance, where pride bumps bottoms. Scarves shield rosy cheeks glide along a freeze.
More About: Ice Skating , Skating
2008-11-24 23:36:00
Scrutiny dissolves solace, cognizant of mirth and sorrow.
More About: Insight
2008-11-23 23:16:00
I think I own myself but my buttons are still backwards for you to undress me. No miniskirts after thirty five, but you should still feel sexy. Don’t wear retro if you wore it the first time. Lots of animal print is only for your twenties. Round toes were last year, now it’s pointy. The jeans have to be long enough to trip on, White after ...
More About: Fashion
Ani-Tsa-gu-hi (the bear legend)
2008-11-22 15:26:00
Bear paw waits with Cherokee strength. Comforting, calling me. I put her in my pocket, to know as I walk that I can follow. Fast and go into the woods, I will change, shirk hunger be the mountain, and live always.
More About: Legend , Bear
secret place
2008-11-22 01:33:00
Last night I realized that I do not have a secret place. I have nowhere to run when I need to get away. I’ve been telling myself that my secret place is here. Last night I realized it’s not enough. I can’t roll myself into a ball and thrust myself through the screen. to curl up in a blanket of wires and cyberspace. When this happens ...
More About: Secret , Place
2008-11-20 15:01:00
there’s the sound of red and yellow mixing on the sunrise of berries and chocolate on my tongue of small smiles and bright eyed winks and perfume flowers there’s the sound the one I imagine when everything’s too quiet and I’m frightened by the silence it is the sound of your voice of you by my side when you’re not
More About: Sound
2008-11-20 01:55:00
cerebral sweet tension in dynamic discussion corrupt and then sanctify me with wit and thought intellect  
More About: Intellect
pain kill
2008-11-19 03:56:00
Prickles again tie me to a flaming stick, and I smile at the pain, melted like a Dali. In and out; my hands stop me from a spill, narrow shots aimed at the will to feel.
More About: Pain , Kill
Kennedy and Liu
2008-11-17 13:39:00
Warm versus cold say Kennedy and Liu, cube condemnation it would seem to be. I must say there?s more to shape and sway, beauty in the complex, in shade of gray. The dulling of emotions disgusts me. And I certainly hope it disgusts you. Circle versus square is a war they drew, with no regard for factors of degree, distilling culture for science ...
I wonder
2008-11-16 12:53:00
Sitting on this rickety bridge, along my sweet southern marsh. I wonder why I think of you. All things are bigger in Texas, even the throws of loneliness, sitting on this rickety bridge. Looking down makes me contemplate, if this year?s rains will flood the banks along my sweet southern marsh. Dressed in my spring Sunday?s finest, I pray they?ll bring redemption and I wonder why ...
astral attraction ( a collaboration with Lord Fuznut)
2008-11-15 16:26:00
Art courtesy of Stephen Lomax Your tongue licks the sky with words slicing comet tails, stellar icicles twinkling across toes and fingertips. Ambrosial magic dust melting along tingling lips. I am an astronaut and together we b r e a t h e without oxygen, w e i g h t l e s s. Sigh. Gasp. Whisper. Moan. A caress chisels a wormhole and pivots, soaring toward a celestial furnace Urgent ...
More About: Attraction , Lord , Astral , Collaboration
sun sphere
2008-11-15 01:06:00
Sun sphere proudly stands reflecting an unfamiliar dark realm
More About: Sphere
gentle vicissitude
2008-11-13 23:48:00
Change, agile, beckons me. On fleeting legs, softness calling me to step on unknown ground. It is the sound which will fade rapidly from memory if I do not consent and follow now.
More About: Gentle
fiat lux
2008-11-12 15:06:00
Your footprints radiate as rings, illuminate and guide the way. Their light remains at close of day, against all that the darkness brings. There is a sunrise in your gentle smile, which lingers in the wind, as seasons change, since Christ immortal walks with you. When the clouds dim the sky to gray, so distant seem our angels? wings. But you will cut our puppet strings, to severe ...
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a game
2008-11-12 01:59:00
old trees play catch with the ground in fall.
More About: Game
2008-11-11 01:09:00
Speak to me. Do not leave me all alone. Speak. Your voice cushions me from the hard world. Speak. I need to hear you break the silence. Speak.
More About: Speak
2008-10-21 17:42:00
Weaving heart together with hands, soft cloud touch of these divine strands, Kh?d? wheel revolution fans, the freedom in my mind.
More About: Cotton
2008-10-20 14:11:00
Scattered ashes laugh, mocking bricks that stagnate, stacked immortal.
I cried when we fought
2008-10-19 14:07:00
In sCathing foRm, sprInkled tormEnt belieD, We sHare acErb tauNts, askeW officEs. Fist wOrds spUrt, cauGht; sougHt naughT.
2008-10-18 14:14:00
What is joy? Have you seen it shine? I see joy shine everywhere.
winged lion
2008-10-17 13:38:00
St Mark, evangelist fly bravery to my lips, under roaring heaven?s thunder, lion wins the horses. Emerge from Venetian eclipse, welcome your blessed table followers St Mark.
More About: Lion
ice sculptor
2008-10-16 13:19:00
Stealthily, he begins his approach with tools for the shaping. Peace fills his mind the moment before chiseling and scraping. A vision dances in the mind of artist without that name, As he puts aside his scalpel, squints, and fingers hold a frame. Working with the medium of water in its frozen state, has a precious type of beauty other ...
More About: Sculptor
2008-10-15 13:02:00
Thought Is Private. Born naked, personal and true. I protect it like a secret, hidden and locked with my own key. Until I?ve painted and dressed it, to control what you see of me.
2008-10-02 21:44:00
  FALL summer passes on trees turn to copper before cold exposure oxidizes our outlook
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