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My Bloglands ripe their inhabitants, and keeps the red rocks still red, like the dwellers that colors blend, and the yellow-top stalks that spill pollen is a land still ripe, and its inhabitants still living. mountains keep the moon wide and open prayers dance on her surface like the pines that sway near the dirt roads and swirl under crow wings from the branch she loathed will stock its mountain, when the moon doth move. hogans housed The People and k... read more i am dead, an i can tell you why, when the arrow whispers, and the mellow girl still lingers. i wanna be, where the angle of the breeze, can whisp the same edges of, a corrupt an dead walking love. i wished once, that the star would, fall an crash in the same world i walked, to make it true an feel her angel in my heart. because i knew, that if we hadnt changed, and the living still hosted their own souls, that we'd be together. th... read more i remember love. we were young but fatuous, innocent but true, a bud before its bloom, we were set ablaze, we knew. i coudnt understand her neither could she of me small hispanic girl. cheeks of vermillion, lips of pale sweet. pearl eyes closed, redreamt the indigenous moon. lie abrupt foreign skies, and crept the sun at high noon. ungiving bounds of childish dream, hither our only audience, and drift their breath, at a chance, unless. ... read more insatiable wink did brood the tear that streaked such a smear, cross the vacant iris. star-struck twinkles cast their lines and project a whim whisper of light. round my place i stood, while in captive shine an admiral peeking of light, pry through the patience of a dull drift night. off such a cast, gathered in its grandeur size writhe a pulp tear drooped of itself, down the trails of her cheek, then as sweet savor did our lips meet. then so su... read more time had me in her window sight, and dreading still i grabbed that last glint. heaved it to the moon and waited for it i knew it might return if i waited long, but long with slow wind had last weft its strings, and hope last pleading is that glint un-retrieved yet still the amorous tote of careful doting, carried nothing within its canvas-stretch words, and yet still he wished her well when the roses fell, and curled now cuff under looming hearts ... read more
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lands ripe their inhabitants, and keeps the red rocks still red, like the dwellers that colors blend, and the yellow-top stalks that spill pollen is a land still ripe, and its inhabitants still living. mountains keep the m... read more
our blithe ends
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i am dead, an i can tell you why, when the arrow whispers, and the mellow girl still lingers. i wanna be, where the angle of the breeze, can whisp the same edges of, a corrupt an dead walking love. i wished once... read more
blog entry posted Sat, August 26, 2006 - 1:59 PM
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we were
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i remember love. we were young but fatuous, innocent but true, a bud before its bloom, we were set ablaze, we knew. i coudnt understand her neither could she of me small hispanic girl. cheeks of vermillion, lips of ... read more
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brood the tear
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insatiable wink did brood the tear that streaked such a smear, cross the vacant iris. star-struck twinkles cast their lines and project a whim whisper of light. round my place i stood, while in captive shine an admiral peeking ... read more
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that last glint
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time had me in her window sight, and dreading still i grabbed that last glint. heaved it to the moon and waited for it i knew it might return if i waited long, but long with slow wind had last weft its strings, and hope las... read more
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