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Listen... I don't know why yet. I don't know why. It's one of those days. The frequency is high. The new moon is up there. Blue pigs might fly. The words that are flowing Could... More »
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I remembered only by pain to look again at simple things only because it took effort to do them to wake up push thru the blanket in the mind pulling it off sensually efforts to... More »
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yes, yes I do so many opinions is it good or bad i call it living, i think or is it suffering? i try to close my eyes and still i can see i roll... More »
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How to Say Goodbye To my lover Who never loved Anyone As he could not love himself Rushing headlong To being what he was not Could not Fathom Wasted in the depths Wanting to know... More »
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soft moving hands slide along the grace of me clay sliding along the wheel is it my fingers that create or the turning of the wheel that uses them expression cries out in the light... More »
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sparkle sniffle salty taste curving fingers at my waste away to nothing soar ashes floating up like leaves fall is coming flame no more --by elisa
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Blue eyes Reflect The world I love Complete In a gaze Across the waves Some whispers Some crashing thunder Always with a lot to say Things to share Always with a dance to dance The... More »
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i do i think i will i am cracked ice sheer cliffs mashed webbs free fall swirling echoes water still wearing me tearing me into what i am not popular demand but nature they exclaim... More »
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fire keeper rear guard mine protect my circle keep the dance may I be blind by joy and free to be longing right there next to me fullfilled by task return to me complete the... More »
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malaise discontent birds unfed feasting table unladen flowing on the lawn that grows up through our grief that spills and trickles down feeding roots and thoughts as yet unseen flowers of spring petals plucked clean... More »
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