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 Jun 2013 Mia
DieingEmbers
You walked into my life...

so no

I don't mind
your rambling on

my love.
Rambling - to walk or to talk endlessly
 Jun 2013 Mia
st64
Cinnamon Girl
 Jun 2013 Mia
st64
I wanna live
with a cinnamon girl
I could be happy
the rest of my life
With a cinnamon girl.

A dreamer of pictures
I run in the night
You see us together,
chasing the moonlight,
My cinnamon girl.

Ten silver saxes,
a bass with a bow
The drummer relaxes
and waits between shows
For his cinnamon girl.

A dreamer of pictures
I run in the night
You see us together,
chasing the moonlight,
My cinnamon girl.

Pa sent me money now
I'm gonna make it somehow
I need another chance
You see your baby loves to dance
Yeah...yeah...yeah


- song by my all-time favourite artist ....the inimitable NYoung :)


4 June 2013
Life is brillz with NYoung on the planet still :)

We are amazingly lucky to have this Canadian living legend....
I do fervently hope (as do some fine poets here) to meet the guy one day.

I must, must believe that it's possible!
Or probable....
Or perhaps, it could be likely that it's..... a possibility of a maybe! lol


Note: (alternate interpretation)

cinnamon girl could be ******, brown spicey substance, that looks like ******, ****** or ..... heroine is FEMALE cinnamon girl.
I could be happy the rest of my life with my bag of ******!
a dreamer of pictures, means nodding out,
you see us together chasing the moonlight means when he shoots up he feels beautiful and mellow ....
the ten silver saxes and bass with a bow could mean the price and a syringe.
WHO KNOWS?!?!?!

from: http://www.songmeanings.net/m/songs/view/144659/





sub-entry:

'beyond chameleon love'

1.
jumping so many hoops
to make things happen
yearn for the ability to make sense of
real space
beyond rusty masks

2.
would hate to lose out
but would rather ye roam free
than ever feel confined
by anything.

3.
wide open spaces
appeal so
yet
fear sits tall, reigns
towers grandly
over all
a too wide umbrella
like the vast desert
under an azure sky
offering blossoms of heat
within the ....now.

4.
together, rivers flow in earnest rush
once there, and come
mixing a never-before ....palette

5.
such a range
zest springing so alive....

wait for it....
yes, believing the unbelievable.


(oh, yes yes yes!
you'd better believe that
'impossible' is but an envious expletive.
yes, we will sport in such myth-dismantling,
idea-befangled, silence-breaking ..... riding:)

.......uh-oh yessss!
 Jun 2013 Mia
ForeverMarvelous
Nothing could have ever separated us
Our love was immortal...
So we thought
Or rather felt
When two hearts became one
And you were my definition of love
What's become of us?
Remember those times we held hands
It seemed like they were made for each other
And when you held me in your arms
And promised you would never let go?
Now we sit separately
Two different people
In two different places
Reminiscing of those days
Those sweet, sweet days
When we were one
 Jun 2013 Mia
Samantha Page
Burning ***** of fire and gas...
from down here are so beautiful.
I sit within my vessel...
float with the current.

Rocking steadily...
and my mind, being in complete meditation,
cannot absorb the beauty hanging above my head.

I am high off of the serenity,
and romance fills my lungs....
as the gentle breeze dances in my hair and caresses my face.

I disappear into the peace of this moment.
My soul merges with the world around...
The water appears as glass,
reflecting the stars.

The insects of the night serenade with a song...
ringing of summer freedom.
I close my eyes and listen....

My fingers dance above the water.
There, the refreshing coolness reawakens me.
Conscience now....

No longer lost in hypnosis,
I can see that this is just as beautiful as before.

Eyes open or closed has no meaning.
The immaculate intensity around,
lies in our minds...in our interpretation.
 Jun 2013 Mia
samuel hdz
7
 Jun 2013 Mia
samuel hdz
7
Seven


Unmistakable, undeniable, the twist and turns
The light that Emits when this fire Burns.  
The flame still there.
With thoughts of your beautiful brown eyes, long lashes,and black hair.
Too aware that we are none.
Then again I am a persistent one.
From my soul I'll see this trough.
This last stand if for me not you.
Sorry But its the delusion, possibly my madness that keeps these thoughts alive.

As much as you want!  this memory can't fade, it won't die.
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