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O mother
I am not the girl You would have me be I am woman delirious in love frantic in passion sweetly crushed together with whisper and shadow I sing and dream and love as though shot through with light and diamonds shining brightly Watch me mother I smear my breast with the honey milk of my hunger. |
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long ago ghost of green the slow colour that tasted like eternity when I was once my father's child. |
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Royally drunk on grains and sugars
as the righteous wit swirls and shimmies through sweating masses. A new face follows the scent of her home To tangle in the damp sheets of a new year impetuous and unavailable. The one great love calls to share himself as she tells him of her eve, marry me, he begs As she sadly hangs up the phone. Capturing smoke is not the intent she knows the twinings and the turns will dissipate with the breath of summer storms. |
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Edited by
s1owhand
on
Sun 01/11/09 09:00 PM
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A beggar's banquet
If you can impoverish yourself The center of the ring Bare passageway From one side to another Singing bowl Stroked at her sensitive edge Hums a warm greeting Stricken pulsing Tone after tone Life here And Warning Waves that never tire Nor retreat Everlasting 
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just basking in the view
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Loves dark bruise consumes the slender sound
As immense minutes shower wild secret tendrils through cracked summer lace. Run with blossomed tongue across the page of burning memories But let not all bouquet be sliced by morning song. Withold the avenue that winds around evenings pronounced as wasted daydreams. 
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See this man here using dirtfuls of people as
they stagger from their dry afterburn of empty life? Ask him why did he want you far away from these desolate leftovers when he told you to leave only your skin. |
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Consume liquid red lust
of wild tongues dark secret taste. Smell the morning through evening's wants. Leave nothing out of place. |
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Your ice is at my sacred ground
and the black morning tastes of funeral pyres. |
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Mirror limited thinking
onto life's burdened blame As you stagnate in decay of rotted empires swapping integrity for coins. Don't barter false promises for a soft screened lie. |
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Darkness is Light inside out.
 
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So much talent here.
It's almost overwelming  I've read the first and last pages and I am going to take a break and read the rest later, I can't believe this post slipped by me. I'm glad I didn't slip by it. 
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Conservationist by nature......
all in a neat tidy archived bundle...
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always enjoy,it's been awhile
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I just noticed a couple of doubles....whooops....hahaha!!!
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 Lots of talent
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 wow that was fun!!!! Found it!!!!!!  I'm a little unhinged methinks....
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Walking my road alone,
Followed by shadows, Shadows of the past. Do they haunt me? No, they embrace me with love.
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here it is!!!!!!!!!!!!!! |
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