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Lorem Ipsum: Rain by chance!
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Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, Poetry is just the ash.". Sunday, August 12, 2012. Before there was the first inflorescence, colors vanished away from the flower palettes. May be it rained too heavy. May be it dint rain as much. Unconditional, has a clause yet of having no condition. Expectations seeps in, in form of being formless.). Neither the drought nor the flood. Gods were personally monitoring the symphony. Sunday, August 12, 2012. Rain it is, not by chance but a...
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Lorem Ipsum: September 2008
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Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, Poetry is just the ash.". Saturday, September 27, 2008. The Bookends of Life. The book ends of life. Form a comforting wall,. Have a different feel,. A carriage and four. The pages you keep. With your bookmark of gold,. Of your world,. The pennants of life. When nights shuttered door. Casts a shadow on through,. Saturday, September 27, 2008. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Whats in a name? View my complete profile. Feels as colorful and bright.
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Lorem Ipsum
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Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, Poetry is just the ash.". Monday, May 25, 2009. It was your light. Allowing me torrents of passion hammer at my heart,. Image frozen in my weary fogged brain,. Dream filled days vs sleepless nights,. Mental pacing from this spot of rest,. For I cannot move without the will,. Siphoned is my strength of purpose,. For all now is given out to you alone,. Yet you want not the attentions I'd give,. Still those passions rage unrelenting,. StAnDi...
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Lorem Ipsum: May 2009
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Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, Poetry is just the ash.". Monday, May 25, 2009. The view, I watch it closely:. Mountain shapes are a calliope of greens. Gusty air is going cool. My eyes walk the sky. The color turquoise shines. Like nothing but itself. Here, the canyon pass is anything but straight. I look at the chamisas mustardblooms. The center of their budding appetites. My hunger for nature:. Monday, May 25, 2009. Labels: etched here for peace. It was your light.
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Lorem Ipsum: Hunger
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Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, Poetry is just the ash.". Monday, May 25, 2009. The view, I watch it closely:. Mountain shapes are a calliope of greens. Gusty air is going cool. My eyes walk the sky. The color turquoise shines. Like nothing but itself. Here, the canyon pass is anything but straight. I look at the chamisas mustardblooms. The center of their budding appetites. My hunger for nature:. Monday, May 25, 2009. Labels: etched here for peace. Judy - Thank u!
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Lorem Ipsum: June 2008
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Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, Poetry is just the ash.". Monday, June 30, 2008. Bells chime in the air where I walk besides the Sea. I heard them chime once long ago. In the worlds bright infancy and in the twilight of the world,. When the Sun is old and frail,. Hear those crystal bells again. In Midnights starry vale. Bells chime in my heart and in each living thing;. On all the winds that fill the world, hear the songs they sing. And in every wave that pounds against...
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Lorem Ipsum: January 2009
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Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, Poetry is just the ash.". Monday, January 19, 2009. This love is forever. Just trust me through the walks of life. Pink, brown and pale one day. Hold my hand through the walks of life. It soft, warm and dead one day. Hold my life with your love. It agile, adjust, prosper and slip one day. For this love is forever. For many such walks of many such lives. For the forever "US". This love is forever. Monday, January 19, 2009. I loved you once.
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Lorem Ipsum: August 2010
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Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, Poetry is just the ash.". Saturday, August 14, 2010. I have learnt through religious practice, I m an apprentice of Him. He loves me in several ways and forms, in several virtues and existences, in various colors and hues, in different seasons as labeled on earth, in different moods as labeled on earth, in various faces as labeled on Earth, through one Soul as He and I label it. Living to love and loving to live. Saturday, August 14, 2010.
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Lorem Ipsum: When I lost Faith in Myself
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Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, Poetry is just the ash.". Sunday, February 8, 2009. When I lost Faith in Myself. Today I stood outside myself like a sparrow alone and astray,. Lending an ear to your pleading voice lovingly calling me to pray. Inside myself I felt the comfort of the dawning light of night,. Like an owl in the desert watching, waiting, not a soul's come into sight. Beyond myself I saw a garland of roses pillowing upon an unslumbering sea,. Time has touche...
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Lorem Ipsum: August 2008
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Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, Poetry is just the ash.". Saturday, August 30, 2008. Subdued sulken Sun…. Saturine swifting streams…. Static spiritless silence…. Shrinking sanguine smiles…. Saturday, August 30, 2008. I can see you flying. In the shining of your eye,. I can always hear your singing. As you slowly wander by,. And I can feel you breathing. In the morning as you sleep,. But I can never find you. When you hide away and weep. I can hear your laughter. Was the...
