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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296
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Leaving the door ajar Amtrak takes thoughts onboard Orange visions paint the brain It’s all about slaves to the harvest And whatever we give to gravity Lunging lights sing horoscopes with question marks It’s an experiment under microscopes Smoking fragments in a void, presently unoccupied waiting.... Hungry moments plead excitedly, “Its time to get going” Lagging behind becomes indecent I release the weights, sinking to the bottom To a place of water gathering ivy With mysterious eyes…bits of bread dripping From swollen arms How does He do that? Violins inhabit my heartbeat Like an all glass skyscraper elevator What sights and sounds as we rise Falling into His Landscape, No longer afraid of heights The symphony has me transfixed Somersaulting as I bite my lip Cradled by a kiss, a kiss of scented lotion For a moment my voice shudders Murmuring blue nights of starving art He shrugs his shoulders while lighting candles They become impressions of hued glass There I am a vagabond, not yet Sensed or felt, but I know sounds call And I fell to this enchantment, this affection Where life turns over smiling, handing me fibers of woven silk I look at the tapestry and there I am, woven right in the center Understanding the bootlaces of things I write a note, attaching it to my body It reads, My Wings Are Closed! Still poised on a river bank, reading every drop I am not sad…with you in mind And realize every single moment is a lover climbing, and somehow, someway, I know I'm home I hear someone yell "All Aboard" There is no desire to purchase a ticket |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
LeeJ, That was a wonderful trip, enjoyed. Good morning. |
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JL Member Ascendant
since 2004-04-01
Posts 6128Texas, USA |
“Violins inhabit my heartbeat Like an all glass skyscraper elevator What sights and sounds as we rise Falling into His Landscape, No longer afraid of heights” Beautiful, simply beautiful. JL  She said: ”You look cute in the dark.” |
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iliana Member Patricius
since 2003-12-05
Posts 13434USA |
And I fell to this enchantment, this affection Where life turns over smiling, handing me fibers of woven silk I look at the tapestry and there I am, woven right in the center Understanding the bootlaces of things I write a note, attaching it to my body "It reads, My Wings Are Closed! Still poised on a river bank, reading every drop I am not sad…with you in mind And realize every single moment is a lover climbing, and somehow, someway, I know I'm home I hear someone yell "All Aboard" There is no desire to purchase a ticket" Awesome! |
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