Nov 08 2008

My Guardian Angel

I used to believe in miracles , Used to think that I had a guardian standing tall , With auburn tresses falling delicately covering his untainted cerulean eyes , His hoary white wings would glisten in the velvety moonlight , His arms would form a hindrance to protect me from the malovelent , I would overcome all trepidations and walk [...]

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Oct 26 2008

Wistful memoirs

                Wistful memoir…                                          Like an enchanting gift, The changing season has endowed; Like the blossoming of a thrill, Enriched by a sweet embrace; You unfolded as a poem on the alluring Tender branches of my first love, when we both Started, dreaming of the mysteries of love..   I sought you, my first love, forgetting everything Around me, fluttering like a wild butterfly, All over places [...]

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Sep 11 2008

Half Silver, Half Gold, Copper Sweater

Silver moons . Mirrors a flatware spoon for gravity. Handful of gold luster to the heart. Form occurs facilely to rich flavor. Time’s silvered hair photographed coins and empty pockets of stain. Behold the willow’s corrosion brightness to the heart crying leafless browns. Pertaining to gold, icons of rose floors amber light of stars. Pigment glass. Mind’s of sanity. Informal dress code of decay. Offensive verbal wing’s of [...]

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Sep 11 2008

Sister’s Needle

You wake yesterday. Will peace wear worry? The salt’s smile. Fire’s translucent self. Why? Steel hole rot. Less eternity. Sad sky present. The web soft to the night. Trust and think. Velvet voice star sail. Sex from porcelain. Embrace. Melt. Explore. Change. Linger to haunt times secret. Sacred with morning. Healing see through my window? The rain’s sister. Concrete bleeds. Needle surrounds, to the vein. Numb. Gray tear. Summer tan. Screaming hate. Her habit debates. Perhaps burned a body for disease. Hiding eyes pale white curtains for your thunder. Ash [...]

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Jun 09 2008

Magic Mushrooms

I’m down in the dirt and I’m scrounging around, I’m looking for mushrooms wherever they’re found, (Oh, look at the pretty pink clouds in the air), I hope that I find a few mushrooms somewhere. I know they are healthy, or so I’ve been told, The ones that are shiny, not covered in mold, (A pretty blue bunny is looking at [...]

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