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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296
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I watched…. small city life tap on the nutmeg colored face of impulse…mine! Wandering interviews about the harmonious shadings of the world? sketches, of what filled my story… and so many others, with what seemed like thoughtless particulars… was it a copious extract of brackets, working like a real author? communicating incidents stronger then desires? along with sentiments suggested rather endeavored passions leaping with little restraint? forcibly impressed upon my mind with glistening eyes? well, perhaps equally bewitching are the precious moments, running from frame to frame who could endure the recalls, scattered with those enticing whistling winds? the ones producing true to touch pictured on the walls of luster, passion in unfolding buds…. preserving my senses for another dimension just like it was magnifying my incapable so called civilized depravity, redesigned by a calm current of reflection suspended like some infernal drug teasing my agonizing emotions like the common standards of society life’s blood is human & more mischievous then the vexation of any sleeping existence dragging wonder to some lively sense of natural consequences…although, i’ve never believed in consequence…yet, it seems to sail with the principle of nature…wandering like some maternal tenderness… where the soul flows into it, like powers of the human mind like a sleeping spirit with clumsy convictions, complaining that it had nothing to possess, while i kept close a confused recollection of having seen the autumnal scent, of the breeze of morning and I did…. looking for the unknown, always wishing to be someplace else…with the whole of the air in the truth of which goes directly to the heart like a transient acquaintance with noble mind at the end of flesh…and the beginning of another childhood…a new raised regiment, destined to travel… Yes…listening to the conversations of circles… Where religion shakes loose rigid principles recollecting degrees of mysterious dimensions which discover the keepers, in a profound maze so irresistibly torturing the soul tempting an influx of rivers and seas, searching for those unknown shores hovering like a mist… with every earthly desire, known to man? some luster of youth in future imposition draws powerful emotions without egotism in a trembling sense of just precious moments talking, while walking long side of us…. and I realize, I am so small… > footnote: I can remember laying in a crib...and knowing then, there was so much much more...meaning, the many dimensions, why? Because I felt them...magik? Maybe... [This message has been edited by LeeJ (10-18-2005 09:16 AM).] |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
Good morning, Lovely Lee! From frame to frame, I enjoyed the sketches of your life in a small town. You may be small ~ but you walk tall! May the sun, the moon, and the stars shine upon you, every step of Your Way! Warm huggalove, Linda |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
LeeJ In a situation like that you just turn over and go back to sleep. Good morning sweet. |
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Marge Tindal 
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Lee~ You stunned me with the opening - 'I watched…. small city life tap on the nutmeg colored face of impulse…mine!' Oh my ... such a creatively original piece~ I'm coming back later to re-read~ *Huglets*  ~*Marge*` ~*No matter what I search for ... |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
LeeJ When I was just past crib-sized, I remember looking at the sky....the hugeness of it and feeling how MORE was everywhere. I wanted it all, but at the time, I was too small. |
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Larry C
since 2001-09-10
Posts 10286United States |
LeeJ, =============================== although, i’ve never believed in consequence…yet, it seems to sail with the principle of nature…wandering like some maternal tenderness… =============================== Just like a mother. Bless your very tender heart. If tears could build a stairway and memories a lane, I'd walk right up to heaven and bring you home again. |
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StevenS Senior Member
since 2005-09-21
Posts 945L. A. (Lower Alabama) |
I love roller coasters and this was a doozey! Thanks LeeJ |
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MGROVES
since 2004-02-01
Posts 3802california |
yea, one of my first memories in the crib, then climbing out to explore. always had to move on, not knowing why. free spirit had to fly, now i know why  My spirit will rise |
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