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dean-jones
South African
The empty park, scattered The onset of afternoon rain In hidden symphony reflecting my thoughts Of seemingly veiled dangers The exposure of earthly fears A flowing melody Touches my sin Its slow isolation, And the gray of the sky Stark, Almost naked, The inverted backdrop to my illusions Playing themselves against a solitary wind the trees Delight in The spaces within the silences The dark I find myself in when I close my eyes
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May 3, 2011
May 3, 2011 at 9:50 PM UTC
towards night in Hong Kong
My feelings, A little melting point, Elemental. A realm, I have yet to find. The structure for my dreams. Coursing through vague impressions A sea of turbulent wanderings. Deep forest, dark designs, Night blowing with a fierceness     Seldom found. The edge of falling
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Apr 27, 2011
Apr 27, 2011 at 11:14 PM UTC
Ideas of vulnerability
Here we are again Twilights waiting, Of ancient holds and heavy curses Making a journey of every moment... I think of the singular adventure that has been love I think of the countless deaths that are still to follow. Each touch, the precise means of my undoing. Each taste a parable for the heart For each kiss is the truth of illusion
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Apr 27, 2011
Apr 27, 2011 at 10:33 PM UTC
Late afternoon symbolism to guide you through the haunting minutes that rush by with astonishing speed
My shadows seem a garden of eerie delights sensibilities run naked through forests of dark understandings, fierce rhythms crack between my eyes - the silence of worlds. My simplest ramblings a no-mans land accessible only by virtue and touches of insanity.. My laughter the tread of the devil come to sanction souls. My restlessness, a pit. My misery a vein of gold, rich and buried deep. My music, a ghost piano swinging from the hangmans noose. My vision, forever caught in your smile My time, that part of the night only attainable by invitation
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Apr 27, 2011
Apr 27, 2011 at 6:24 AM UTC
Untitled
1: The moving quietness I sit with     A morning that begins to open And shift, the spaces I play in; the time I melt;     The heart I beat.
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Mar 29, 2011
Mar 29, 2011 at 11:24 PM UTC
2 minute poems
afternoon. as the day dissolving,     then with the nites coming question how i claim, moments, do you know its you?-       unbinding themselves( heart's boundary) this discovery, waiting adventure from your                                  yes - questions that drive my  breath heartbeat by heart.beat (resounding time booming the universe) I'm wrecked on the new birth that I am        I'm stranded across the tomorrow that waits your look (how delicious this death feels)
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Mar 29, 2011
Mar 29, 2011 at 11:23 PM UTC
monday's twilight colouring these words I wrote for you...
I want to extract my heart (encased in a cliché) and beat for beat time it to your executions. I want to extract my mind (superbly hidden and dancing with iniquity) and join it to your eyes darkest dreaming. I want to extract my soul and leave me empty (do you see, beautiful void) and let your smile once more teach it birth. death. a secret.
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Jul 26, 2010
Jul 26, 2010 at 7:51 AM UTC
I WANT TO EXTRACT
mondays last light fading the afternoon away               the hidden ghosts i hold dear my heart                   twilight emotions -      its that little spellbound star glimmer piercing new night          resurrecting the singing, distant               place to which my softest of touches;               would so love to be -                      the gentle fire i seek burning the you that i crave              -  a vast sky coming alive as the hours die
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Jun 28, 2010
Jun 28, 2010 at 12:58 PM UTC
last light fading
Moonlight crazy on my eyes; freeway stretching a lonely distance all I have this windswept solitude looking; looking. echoing down my footsteps fading with time made holy all I have... All that I have; hold my hand and find out and I'll never let you go
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Jun 22, 2010
Jun 22, 2010 at 10:47 PM UTC
10.03.94
"Loves so ridiculous' she told me late one night 'Yes' I replied 'The mirror of life sometimes reflects our true image' And she just laughed and held me tighter
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Jun 22, 2010
Jun 22, 2010 at 1:27 PM UTC
for Ouida(again...)