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[February 13th 2008 - 01:03 am] |
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We are light sped up, dancing on earth, fragments of the sun. We are years held together by animals, by an inherent wisdom deep rooted within all of us. A wisdom that is accessible to everyone once you open your soul and fight the battle between the physical and the spiritual. We have ripped the animals throats open and brought their skins alive again on the skin of our own. We have sucked the trees dry and brought them back to life to write on. We are all God, but have been taught to believe that we are sinful and wrong. We are all but a diamond waiting to be cleaned. When someone says that God saved them, what I think they really mean is that they saved themselves. You are the one being a strong willful soul in the world.
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[January 20th 2008 - 11:10 am] |
We had the sea all over us in winter, it's strong scent on our palms, it's waves in our hair.
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[January 17th 2008 - 06:54 pm] |
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The leaves are flowing on expectedly through the mist and the might spell out your name, but I don't dare try to string them together that way. When asked if I can make out their pattern, I say with veiled eyes, no. No, for all the messags in trees have changed for me. Their voice was so innocent before, now put on a platform, echoing all through out my world. No, for the one who made me wait is waiting herself. But in those leaves I see what she doesn't, she will always be waiting.
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[January 17th 2008 - 06:53 pm] |
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the grass is shining, sage fills the air, patchouli over skin, smoke in the midsts of a smile, tangly hair, the past and the present, the gorgeous notes, a child's bliss, the flowing of language, the many seas, you will find me in all of these
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[January 16th 2008 - 10:27 am] |
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The big big Jupiter in my green green eyes and the red red mars in my full full lips in my hard hard brows
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| you are sleeping in a creme shirt |
[January 16th 2008 - 01:06 am] |
you have a triangle on your left cheek made out of three freckles. your hair is a mess of raven's feathers, ebony flames burning the sun. the eyelashes that keep your eyes a float bat the wind like flowers caught in a breeze, like fox fur died black, full and elegant. and i can feel your lips on every soft imprint, the way the planet hits the corners and the tide changes. i see you in every bow being pulled apart to find the gift underneath. in the face of a child watching a storm for the first time, and all i wish is that i could have found you then.
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[January 15th 2008 - 11:37 pm] |
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| one for you |
[January 15th 2008 - 11:24 pm] |
there was a line in a book i read when i was 15, it said, "i feel like i have wings when you touch me." and when i felt the artist in your fingers trace my back, i felt my bones twist themselves into wings. we are angels because of you. carmel skin and ablue sky. we throw our wishes out the window in the shape of daisy petals, and on our wrists we rub the strong scent of earth. you are the feeling of longing. a child hearing the ocean in a sea shell.
when i speak you play the music on a wooden guitar. your fingers move quickly and your lips follow, tracing the melody with your mouth. and then you are a panther pinning me down, teasing me with your claws, pulling me in with your foreign speech. it falls off your lips the way dew falls off a leaf.
it would be unfair to say you are the purple in me, because you are the gold and green, the robin blue of my touch. together we watch our souls communicate and i watch how you spread me around. like a flame caught in the midst of the dark, or a poet finding the right word, the notes on the end of a composers pen, flowing and flowing out like an endless symphony; you and i.
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[January 8th 2008 - 04:03 pm] |
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Incense sends out dancers that disappear into the inevitable invisibility of air. For a second we can see how the fire pushes it to be something other than everything around us and into an individual entity in its own right.
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