Brightening spirit within the dancing coloured lights when the words will not reveal their mystery in their memories of twinkling feelings
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
Feminine Life
Life I think is more feminine than male in the way that it likes to change its mind about you
Saturday, August 7, 2010
Magical Miserly Hands
Constantly the hands are plumbed into the pockets and stand outstretched. When you give they take, and they seem to tacitly ask for more..........
Friday, July 30, 2010
Legendary Love
Legendary love dreaming my dream for me in the morning. I get up and come to life, life is the present moment and the dream subsides into memory. Legendary love, just who do you think that you are trying to fool anyway?
Thursday, July 29, 2010
Outcast Gypsy Ladies
This city moves to the rapping of a drum. It is yet, full of strangers, and some who claim to be hungry. The outcast Gypsy ladies from India, refuse to allow it all to be. They dance to a jingle dream and their lives are mysterious lies.
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
My Today
Today a change is in the world as I perceive it. John Garfield, did you have something to do with it? Spirit is in the process of being reclaimed and the eyes are hot and the soul growing richer. Music is in the background and the sun is haunting the mind
Monday, July 26, 2010
Woman
Woman is deceptive, the mistress of disguise, beauty fakery, in her physical appearance. But if, in her heart there is love and truth, then woman is beautiful
Friday, July 23, 2010
Who Are You?
I ask you who you are, and you tell me your name, even though it is probably not exclusive to you. So you pile all of your existance into the nearest label available, because you have no answer to my question and I wonder who knows who you are?
Monday, July 19, 2010
Today
I have nothing in my head and I am gazing at the past, cursing its anger and pleading to today, to let me in.
Monday, May 31, 2010
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
Sarah Ferguson and the 'Access Fee.'
Seems like they marched the Grand old Duchess of York up to the top of the hill and took the greatest of pleasure in seeing her march right down again
Sunday, May 16, 2010
In the Moment
She was dancing inside her head to the music that she was creating. It was like a new art form, but she didn't call it anything. She was just there. And she was living it.
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