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 Dec 2012 Solitary Sac
Sa Sa Ra
Yes so much indeed of this need!!!
Love...

LOVE IS ALREADY

Has always been and always,

Will Be
Willing to refill!!!
Only what We through this...
\                                                     ­                                  /  
Shared process have had, shut down, casting off out,
Have shut off through some,
'Big Squeeze's'

\      
Hugg's        /

   *We long for...

He-Art
Dream's Of...

  /          Lovingly...\
Waits Eternally On
    t'ill it be  
  
Of this re-filling;
He, S'he-Art's
Heart Mine
LOVE
Love
IS
ALL
THERE IS
'Understanding'
'Seeing'  'Hearing'
Acceptence...

/                                                                                         \
Turn of process in re-fulling internally till over fulling,
Spilling and pouring out 'All Over Within Her' this 'Him';
/                                                                 ­                                      \
Of which and by,
We Already,
Know Of!!!

Imperishable Spiritually
We are granted as much as the 'Dust',


STAR
Dusty Ones
Dusted
Star's

Light
Star Dust
All Known As
EMcSquared's too,

We know our ******
Existence depends what is,
It's interdependence upon,
So Too...


~Without Is
As Within...
~~~  

LOVE FROM:
Of Whereby She Sprung
'IS' Infinite' and too interdependent,
With this EMcSquared Domain...

<3
<3<3
<3<3<3
HE-ART
HEART HEART
HEART HEART HEART


Therefor it is 'He', 'more' 'so missing'!!!
She' is in Her Own Turmoil, with and for this,
Shaman Master J said 'not even 'He' knows when,
These inherent forces come to restored balance' or,
These things that 'must come to pass'!!


Nostradamus too understood so much within,
With and about these could find no conclusion,
Of otherwise what was self evident,
Certain kinds of trends predictable,

But a blank of 'time/space',
That went blank thereabouts by,
Nine Times Nine the 81st page,
'The Lost Book of Nostradamus',
Where it was left open...

IS... Us...

Knock Knock!!!
BLISS

You can become

'One' with this then 'Great Architect',
See, Understand A Midwife Be Need,


Then Also Completely That None Can Be Left Out Indeed!!!

How else could 'It Be'!!!

OUR X'Factor'S' IS,

Are Klear Like Krishna's,
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
That Flute Still Playing On,
In Such This Way Eternally...

This Such is the Spirit LOVE YES;
'Is Defaulted Upon Us'.

**** straight that is with Joy, Fun
'All Deep Connective Pleasure', BLISS'ED!!!


I myself am Overly Grateful for Every,

Each of 'All the Birdy's' Whom Still Shout 'even if'
We Are Only Hearing these as Whispers, Upon 'the whispering winds'!!

Re-Calling:
These X'Factors is Now Most Klear,
More On 'Cue',
Being more 'Key' to the...

'Always Open Door of ALL;

ALL WHOM SO MISS
KISSS'S OF THE BLISS'S;

'So Lonely Without X's of You';

On the Ever Imperishable River's In,
OUT OF THE INFINITE SEA OF LOVE,

SHE AND HE TOO ARE INTERDEPENDENT!!!!!


There are no dependents or independents,
outside beyond this first off and foremost;

Come Home All Returning!!!!*

~Sa Sa, Ra!!!~~
~Ty CA Eternally!!! Sa Sa Ra!!! <3<3:):)!!!R!!~~

~"just a space...to fill
love!"~~
CA Guilfoyle

"HEART TIME"

GOOD  Time
Bad Time

HEART

NO TIME

HEART

NO TIME
AT ALL

http://hellopoetry.com/poem/heart-time/
I hate you.
I hate that I think about you
I hate that you don't think about me.
I hate that little things remind me of you
I hate that you forgot about me.
I hate that I talk about you
I hate that I cry about you
I hate that I still care about you
I hate that you ignore me.
I hate that I know you use me
I hate that I let you use me.
I hate that your still on my mind
I hate seeing pictures of you
I hate hearing about you
I hate being interested in what you do.
I hate texting you
I hate that you don't respond.
I hate thinking about you every day
I hate the disappointment you bring
I hate the sadness I feel.
I hate that I can't have you
I hate that I can't get away from you
I hate that I don't try to.
I'll never sleep with you

for why would I....


Why would I care to sleep
when I can spend
these quiet moments

alone
with you

gazing upon your night time beauty.

For in the moonlight
I have seen you
as no other
man can dare to claim

for here
you are more than daytime woman
more than mother lover friend
here
you are the carefree breeze
flowing softly over fields of lavender
where bare feet dance
and a young girl turns cartwheels
laughing at rain clouds

here you are the promise of summer
and the beauty of autumn
where hands weave daisies
and a young girl explodes in crimson and gold
laughing at falling leaves

Here you are the essence of memories
that paint or' the now with then
where lips first tasted kisses
and a young girl led me toward the future
laughing at my first blush

here you bear lines etched with poetry
and eyes that tell the many stories
of love of life the ups and downs we've shared
as our young boys now run and jump and play
laughing as you again turn cartwheels

and young mens heads.
 Dec 2012 Solitary Sac
DM
my 10w
 Dec 2012 Solitary Sac
DM
Life is a dare that I accept...but I lose.
 Dec 2012 Solitary Sac
DM
about her
 Dec 2012 Solitary Sac
DM
I want to write about her,
But she lives in other dimensions,
Beyond what I perceive,
She soars high above this plane,
Searching for prey to feed upon,
Occasionally,
She swoops down,
When voracious hunger demands,
To find sustenance in bewildered and beleaguered and lost lambs,
Bleating going unheard and unrecognized cries,
She carries them aloft,
Like the lammergeir,
Dropping their bones,
On the rocks below,
To crack and expose the marrow,
Of which she sustains herself,
A devil indeed from above,
Yet for her flight,
I am envious,
And willingly give into night.
 Dec 2012 Solitary Sac
JT-TJ
She aint no sweetie pie, she aint no dear.
When she puts on her face, you will begin to fear.
This woman aint no lady, She's the ***** of them all.
If you ever run into her, 911 you will call.

She will step on you, like the bug that you are.
Or she will run you over, with her filthy car.
Poison Ivy is the name, that's been given unto her.
She is very poisonous, and there aint no cure.

So watch your step, and always be kind.
Because Poisons on the prowl, and she will always find...
A way to be deadly, a way to make you fear.
So enjoy that last swallow, of that frosty ****** beer.
when the proficient poison of sure sleep
bereaves us of our slow tranquillities

and He without Whose favour nothing is
(being of men called Love)upward doth leap
from the mute hugeness of depriving deep

with thunder of those hungering wings of His,

into the lucent and large signories
—i shall not smile,beloved;i shall not weep:

when from the less-than-whiteness of thy face
(whose eyes inherit vacancy)will time
extract his inconsiderable doom,
when these thy lips beautifully embrace
nothing
          and when thy bashful hands assume

silence beyond the mystery of rhyme
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