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Richy Member Elite
since 2003-05-03
Posts 3050
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For Ways Excuse me but what is fact, if its not merely an interpretation of certainty. After all, besides molecules and space what do we really have left, but slant assumptions? Iota’s of interval trapped in insight, or shreds of expanse torn clear of explanation, a crumb of while dropped on a floor of explicatory, or a dripping mouthful of margin lapped onto life's rebuttal. Reality is an illusion that virtually, won’t go away. I mean if there was not gravity couldn’t the ceiling not be the floor? Maybe we change our certitudes about life a little. Or, maybe not. Hey these are all your principium’s on white horses people, not mine. Why is it when we look at someone’s face we only see the outside features, instead of a whole life cradle of songs, and sadness. These scintilla’s of shadow that form atop the skylights to her soul, or the dab of dimension on her nose, that crinkles so when she snorts, or the hints of span around the corners of her mouth, that turn up just so adorably, when you say I love you, over, and over, and over, again. Lets fill this chasm sweet love between yesterday and tomorrow with the entire of our devotion, and sanctity. Through the fiber of your core sweet dear I seek, your cherish. You, with your presence effervescent, like stars can only dream of, radiate my semblance, as the darker my heart gets; seeing rainbows in mere paler shades of grey, the brighter, your smile becomes. Everyday my thoughts float from the winds of my lungs to your lips heart, laced with silk accedence and pearls, of engagement. And yet, it is the words, in and of themselves and the sounds they are married to, that fear you sweet love. As they affright in humility, that even they cannot invent the right combinations of letters to describe your enchanting grace and, delectable elegance. I wish I could promise you a world within our heart my love. But it is cloud that is promise, isn’t it? Whereas, it is reaping, that is rain. And still, life itself doesn’t even promise us, to be wonderful, does it? I wrote these words tonight on a letter of stationary and then folded it into a paper airplane. I closed my eyes and threw it your way, so very, far away, and the moon cried, as the wind howled at that moment as it seemed to grab it and whisk it away. It was foggy, and it was dark as loneliness. As it disappeared into the mist, hanging low, over the lake as the sun cowardly ducked off the edge of horizon. I guess I’ll never know if my message ever made it to you or not my love. But one thing I do know, is that if you look up high into the night and somehow, see my hand, reach out to it, and hold it tight. Between your fingers interlaced with mine we hold there all that we ever really needed, in that space, in this time, our, promise, of love, for ways, evermore. [This message has been edited by Richy (02-20-2010 12:15 AM).] |
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Marchmadness Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 9271So. El Monte, California |
Nice to see you back and in fine form, Rich. Ida |
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Bill Charles Member Patricius
since 2000-07-11
Posts 10619highways, & byways, for now |
Richy - your words are stunning, and deeply filled with your emotions. A very fine writing... BC |
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latearrival Member Ascendant
since 2003-03-21
Posts 5499Florida |
Very nice to read and ponder. latearrival |
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Richy Member Elite
since 2003-05-03
Posts 3050 |
Ida, Bill, and MartyJo, thank you three for taking the time to leave a part of your sweet kindness. So very much appreciated!  |
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Alison 
since 2008-01-27
Posts 9318Lumpy oatmeal makes me crazy! |
Richy, I find myself caught in your words - loving how you use them, choose them and put put them in place like a jigsaw puzzle. I love the love ... and how you express it. You, my poet friend, captivate me with your poetry. A |
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Richy Member Elite
since 2003-05-03
Posts 3050 |
Some people say, they write for themselves. ? Really? I write for the pure joy, are sharing one's self with others. Especially others, like you! Thank you sweet dear! |
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Alison
since 2008-01-27
Posts 9318Lumpy oatmeal makes me crazy! |
You are very special. Yep, you are.  A |
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Richy Member Elite
since 2003-05-03
Posts 3050 |
What? Who me? Ah no my darling, you just caught me on a bad day, that's all. (Thank you Alison!) |
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Alison
since 2008-01-27
Posts 9318Lumpy oatmeal makes me crazy! |
It's not one day that makes you special, silly. You are special because you are special. That's just how it is - so live with it. xoooxo A |
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Richy Member Elite
since 2003-05-03
Posts 3050 |
Live with being silly all my life? Okay, sure I can handle that. |
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