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A place I love to be
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A place I love to be |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296
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At a resturant by the bay I was confronted by shifting Geometrical patterns In shades of what might be Seen through a kaleidoscope Breath-taking three demensional designs While sail boats rocked back and forth sleepily, On a blossoming sense of moist laping motion, Infinately strange, yet a familiar sea Reading, and eating on a redwood veranda in Eleuthera where the... Light of night lay low and warm Impressive sea of stars gleaming overhead Expired day, lay buried in the ground Air remained see-through & humid Combed by a solitary wind Plaited with many breezes Stealthy atmospheric tunes filtered sensuous Premeditated socializing nutrients In a quiet way..Thoughts of night spiraled Cinematic flames, collaborating great orange tongues With somber green reminiscent of things beating Truth in my sociable fascination From an expressive artist’s eye Misting fleshy, exercising descriptive potential I felt sea currents locking pieces of its chant Deep into my leveled day, capturing evidence Oh how Hope and intense work, enchants everything Through attentive rose colored lenses Coupled with expressions of surprise Subtle qualities for the listening Inaudibly commiserating a hearty source Like a white colored handkerchief matching expression With a supernatural clairvoyance Trussing passive destiny Like flashing halos positive, unquestioning Youthful and effortlessly misled There transforming magically into doves Soaking about acts of kindness Sensible cultural elites Celebrating an individual level Hour by hour, where all traffic goes Inside man’s remarkable essence And me, standing there, droning out life’s voice As if together we had been drinking Overpowered by this unknown substance, reality By the radiance of the moon..Deeply moving Transforming a stranger into a truth of what messages become With precious authoritative colors Sent to what we might become Emboldened by this fund, herbing attention To endless weaving anesthetic dizziness Time climbs to unison Like synonyms eager to cross a threshold Of self-imposed awnings fossilized into eternal love There I was, in reality, and there to, shall I be again Soon...where sound swells the sea, into layered personalities Painted pommels arranged with care all for humankind Embodiments of elaborate etched design Absorbing vivid details, the natural skills of Nature’s Mind There I am alive tossed into a stained glass portrait |
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Jes Member
since 2003-10-21
Posts 422Denmark |
Break it break the glas and get out. Were you feel the air of life floating and breath it in and let it tell you the words of how life can smell. Live it. Smile Jes |
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Bonnie j Senior Member
since 2003-06-27
Posts 1588Ohio |
The first thing that came to mind was a colorful piece of stained glass reflecting life and her beauty. Hi kiddo guess who your buddy is? The Chocolate Monster.Someone mentioned Chocolate and the Monster hit the internet at PIP. See Ya Sis Love Me. LOL  |
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Brad Majors 
since 2001-04-03
Posts 2647Georgia |
nice |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
LeeJ, You paint your words like the paintings of pointalism. When you view it from a distance it makes a grand picture. |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Enjoyed...James |
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