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The end of an era - Part 3
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The end of an era - Part 3 |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa 
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Court is in session. You did it all and on appeal I’ll give you a woman’s tears but it’s not the usual please pity me or story of a monkey because it’s all in the mind of only an “I” of the gender feminine where once no unconditional love. Heaven isn’t bliss but God speed the stream of ecstasy and the voice of a poet to the morning after when it’s the need. One fine day when I know the air of dreams is at the window only me perhaps will see a woodman’s fire and say, “thank goodness it’s Friday and not a collision in sky”. No one is driving complacency like a stream in heaven because backward energy is lazy sometimes and wayward steps make no impression when the light changes. The sun, alone tonight but at ease on the ride, asks, “What if I hear her pray for the plight of innocence and I think it’s about me and not love’s rope and the colours of a heart?” The “thing” or “things” in value-pack bags in the artful warp of time like a volcano shooting pebbles, mere pebbles, at the base of my heart but in the likeness of man is Mike from the north and this I know from the murmurings of sea and the night sky. Where is the river of my yesterdays? In the groove on the edge of love’s punishment as yesterday when Sally broke my heart? Pat-a-cake; what to pack when love cannot and will not be God, the air, emotion, or a mouse who learnt to shout like the sea when at the limit of endurance? Rather let me die towards the end of May because life is about hands and perceptions of air when time is my master. She thought it best to write a note but not me soon into air to ride a cloud like Will-o’-the-Wisp past moving walls when the train has no brakes. I seek to find vintage wine not the merry minstrels or magicians of the air. Let nobody say we cannot fly or write a little ditty for light relief from illusive love or only one silly tale for today but not yet because it’s time for Sunday’s story of a ball. Dear Diary, In the story of a man and story of a searcher, I would say “so and so” like a swan about love and to love following on dancing with the stars before the swing, slam, dunk, from butterfly wings of once-upon-a-time. Oh, if I was love like the sea and the sky and not the night from the light! She asks, “Is this the untitled and unfounded confession of sky, of daisies, or of the “This Is Me” from the inner or the outer because I could wilt like the rabbit and the tortoise?” “No”, says the queen of the sky in willful protection. “This is just my thought for the day because it’s … Sunday and the countdown to another Sunday! There once was … but, no, that’s it! Helen 6 November 2005 (and that's that - the end of an era) |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
Helen, you are precious! That was one fascinating magic carpet ride! ~ "Let nobody say we cannot fly or write a little ditty for light relief from illusive love".   Linda |
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iliana Member Patricius
since 2003-12-05
Posts 13434USA |
I have to go alone with Earth Angel on this....now, I'm goint to try to go locate Part 1 and Part 2. ......jo |
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