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01-06-10tear filled eyes / i can’t rub you from my being / a new day breaks
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May 10, 2010
anewThis mornings dawn, seems like no other, its rays of warmth, orange, red and white light piercing the cold concrete and steel edifices of the seemingly emotionless city, like monuments, giant headstones for the barren beings and misplaced souls that roam in these empty spaces, scrambling for their cut, their nut, their basket full of eggs. Unaware, most, I am sure, of the event. The suns new day, taken for granted and brushed aside, no time to notice, no time to love. / Habitually numb, alone without thought or reflection a new mood a new emotion stirs, rises. In this moment I see only you, your eyes, opening to me like this day’s sunrise. Your eyes, your being engulfing me, exposing me of my weaknesses, my flaws, and my faults, you accept me you understand me ultimately, you love me. / Like the city being warmed by this new day’s sun, I am warmed by your radiance, your touch. I am reborn and my life is anew, I breathe you in, hold you in my lungs and in my arms. In this new day’s sun, it will always be, only you, only me.
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Feb 14, 2011
Armor falls to fleshIn these days of past, / contemplation and unease have consumed my anxious mind. / My puzzled heart at the base of such reflection, stirs.
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Feb 14, 2011
dances of our ownLightning dances on my walls / shadows of the past race with the roll of thunder / faces
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Jul 28, 2011
darkDark is this waste, this heart / This boundless void, this useless heart / Take away these dreams these plans
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May 10, 2010
drunken salvationyou realize / you are alone / snow falls in the sun
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Oct 4, 2011
first kissshort it was but certainly sweet... / the taste of the wine, salt, shivering heat … / the racing hearts…
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Oct 22, 2011
forever in thisThis morning’s wake / You my love / Still dreaming
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Apr 21, 2010
i miss youcould it be that the night / without you / might be darker
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Jul 28, 2011
it rained here todayIt rained here at work for a short while... made it a wee bit muggy... / But the smell of the rain mixed with the asphalt and dust stirs memories of walking my way home from Wyco Elementary. I can feel the water making its way through my cheap shoes and my Wrangler blue cords are soaked. The rain washes my stringy hair into my eyes and I can feel the slightest breeze on my face. In these moments there are no worries, I am not home, I am not at school, there are no peers I have my freedom and I am alive. / The slightest scent of sage and rag **** loft in the air and only the laughter that resonates in my mind is louder than the rain against the earth.
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May 13, 2010
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