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Michael G Senior Member
since 2000-06-25
Posts 579Nashville |
Of a three day vacation from blessed pain that follows me in a time of sorrow and no regrets. What the road shows me I shall not know for time is a regression of small pleasures done. I hate the agony of work that gemtle pressure that makes one want to scream in blissful lust. Sucking out my reserved strength from the last visit to heaven I find it a special brand horror to a body already doomed. So simple the act of turning the ignition key in those desperate places we find ourselves. How we often forget our hearts the way the soul cries the slightest touch of skin the extasy of fallen hair. Could not then this be my reasoning to a world of dreams that fall not within a catergory yet make their own system work. And could not the road I take be my own answers that I have searched within mind and body yet have agreed to nothing, but my hearts content. |
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Kethry Member Rara Avis
since 2000-07-29
Posts 9082Victoria Australia |
Michael, I'm glad that in the end your heart's content. It sounded like a painful write. Be well Kethry Why do yesterdays remain and todays pass by ...unnoticed? Rex E. Alford |
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Marina Member Elite
since 2000-02-10
Posts 2245Pickering, Ontario |
There is nothing a nice long ride on a bike won't cure. We do our best thinking in strangest places and in our own company.  Marina It is a blessing to have wings for words, and passion in pen Marina Crossley |
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