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LeeJ
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0 posted 2004-05-25 07:32 AM


Bequeathed on a course of mental behavior
Walking into concrete figments of imagination
Turning things into infinite calm or distress
Completes your combining prolific efforts
Ingrained is what we think and believe
Into mind degenerating monstrous streams

For now, in this moment, there is time
In that moment, clear all that isn’t rhyme
Array all thoughts, motives and sight
Into a mind seeking myriad of belongings nice

Wind’s nature reaches everywhere
Enlightenment reflects in dewdrops care
Where the heart truly loves and never forgets
Footpaths glow the shadow of it’s steps

Grown weary are my redundant uncertainties
Happy prose licks my heart with beauty
Where on my head stillness comes to rest
No longer frightened of stones piercing my chest

I am where the soft sea breezes fly
Where the muse is the last light of sun’s eyes
Rich summer blooms roses in snow
In premonition, as woven tranquility maestros

Consciousness is a wonder alive and free
Lock no doors where pain suffers thee
Keeping breath in the speculate of suffering
Where lit candles carry us to an inland sea

So many tidal waves have came and gone
I do not acknowledge they subsist anymore
Eternity is in love with the productions of instance
Where all festive hours are measured by wisdom

I am ne'er alone, nor behind prison walls
Still childhood rolls me quietly along
Where hours of darkness tease but never come
Beauty devours the cold of winter’s kingdom

Fanning my voice with brotherhood dreams
Keeping alive white nights gifting morpheme
There is where I hear and see
The muse’s fair-haired voice in me



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inkedgoddess
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since 2002-11-19
Posts 7392
Ohio
1 posted 2004-05-25 08:07 AM


There is where I hear and see
The muse’s fair-haired voice in me

she is my savior too, yes beauitful tribute to her

Seymour Tabin
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Tamarac Fla
2 posted 2004-05-25 09:30 AM


LeeJ
"There is where I hear and see
The muse’s fair-haired voice in me"
Lovely

Earth Angel
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since 2002-08-27
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Realms of Light
3 posted 2004-05-25 09:35 AM


"The muse’s fair-haired voice in me"

~ of that, I have no doubt! And you "receive" very well indeed!

A write full of wonder!

Love & Light,
Linda

ThisDiamond
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since 2002-02-22
Posts 9353
Michigan, USA
4 posted 2004-05-25 10:17 AM


LeeJ
The muses fair haired voice most definitely resides in you dear woman...
And she speaks!

TD

passing shadows
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displaced
5 posted 2004-05-25 12:46 PM


you are like a grab-bag

lots of cool stuff in one package

JL
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since 2004-04-01
Posts 6128
Texas, USA
6 posted 2004-05-25 07:36 PM


“Wind’s nature reaches everywhere
Enlightenment reflects in dewdrops care
Where the heart truly loves and never forgets
Footpaths glow the shadow of it’s steps”

So profound, and beautifully expressed!  Enjoyed this verse especially.

JL


She said: ”You look cute in the dark.”


iliana
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since 2003-12-05
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7 posted 2004-05-26 03:49 AM


Grown weary are my redundant uncertainties
Happy prose licks my heart with beauty
Where on my head stillness comes to rest
No longer frightened of stones piercing my chest

I am where the soft sea breezes fly
Where the muse is the last light of sun’s eyes
Rich summer blooms roses in snow
In premonition, as woven tranquility maestros

LeeJ -- you are a joy to your readers.  It is a sad thing, though, that we must be in pain to hear our muse -- but I guess that is the way of beauty.   ....jo

GlisteningRain
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The clouds
8 posted 2004-05-26 04:10 AM


Moving..like an etheric touch.
Marge Tindal
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9 posted 2004-05-26 11:28 AM


Lee~

'Walking into concrete figments of imagination'

Oh dear lady ... I LOVE THIS THOUGHT !!!!
*Huglets*
~*Marge*~

~*When the heart grieves over what it has lost,
the spirit rejoices over what it has left.
- Sufi epigram <))><

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