dean-jonesWhisper

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10.03.94Moonlight crazy / on my eyes; / freeway stretching a lonely distance
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Jun 22, 2010
2 minute poems1: / The moving quietness I sit with / A morning that begins to open
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Mar 29, 2011
Excerpts from the Lost Travel Journals**15 June:** / “...its half way in a morning that glistens with slow reminiscences from last night. We find ourselves a respite for the hour, an oasis of sweet temper and our favourite elixir. We sit at the burdened edge; separated by transparency from passing furies; watching with rapt attention and fascination the range of creation displayed before us...We hunt down todays metaphors on clean pages; virginal expanses that congregate with a sublime notion of the art; death; logic; lust and wonder...we span serial glyphs across our vision to prevent a dissolving into the expanse before us; forming borders; signs; structures...Only to be de-constructed again and again; time dissolving; seconds inverting the quantum flux as HereNow paints the Tao over the moment...nothing-everything...we blink in and out; existence define by our presence; the reason and the way forward...delicately; smoothly; succinctly; we pick out secrets from between our worlds; Heartblood squeezed from the cries of angels; the force of supernovas; the very point of transition...again and again the universe spins us. A point – transition-how we create. This secret way. Again and again we play the Fool...again and again we play the Wizard. The tattooed skull of Intimacy grins from the ink on our backs...” / **21.8.2010**
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Jun 17, 2010
Follies of my youthI think of the singular adventure that has been love. / I think of the countless deaths that are still to follow. / Each touch of a breast will be the precise means
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Jun 5, 2010
for Ouida(again...)"Loves so ridiculous' / she told me / late one night
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Jun 22, 2010
For Tertia; from that small, now forgotten Italian restaurant so long ago...And the conversation turned / toward us / and I thought
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Jun 5, 2010
Ideas of vulnerabilityMy feelings, / A little melting point, / Elemental.
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Apr 27, 2011
I WANT TO EXTRACTI want to extract / my heart / (encased in a cliché)
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Jul 26, 2010
J...someone once said to me ‘my nights are yours’ / And for this I will never forgive them. / Naturally...
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Jun 5, 2010
last light fadingmondays last light fading the afternoon away / the hidden ghosts i hold dear my heart / twilight emotions -
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Jun 28, 2010
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