pretty dead on
Libra
You can act very spontaneous today when your mind is liberated from an old emotional attachment. This isn't just about making an artistic statement; it's about reasserting your private connection to a higher spiritual purpose, expressing yourself in a way that helps others see their own true nature. Without a lot of effort, you can use your talents now to positively impact the lives of those around you simply by showing up and being yourself.
Beliefs about life, love & everything in between. Poetry, photography & other musings.
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
Sunday, June 27, 2010
love, cookie cut
I'm starting to wonder if preconceived notions about love poisons everything.
maybe there's no such thing as a "spark". maybe its all just a physical manifestation of energy from our emotions.
in my world love exists without logic & tradition. though my belief in love.. I find myself questioning..
maybe there's no such thing as a "spark". maybe its all just a physical manifestation of energy from our emotions.
in my world love exists without logic & tradition. though my belief in love.. I find myself questioning..
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
Monday, June 21, 2010
seirever
& I..
I see the amber.ed rain
in a world where my kisses were (in) everything
every .muted. breath.
...in lost thoughts of his fingers running backwards
twisting molten through the scarlet waves of my shadows..
those days he was always sackcloth & ashes
kinda like.. he just didn't know..
...when love was the only thing I have ever known
dreams in glass reflections of where we once met &
knew each other briefly
as laughter
bittersweet.. sins
as..... love
~
& once
I be(lie)ved in love..
I see the amber.ed rain
in a world where my kisses were (in) everything
every .muted. breath.
...in lost thoughts of his fingers running backwards
twisting molten through the scarlet waves of my shadows..
those days he was always sackcloth & ashes
kinda like.. he just didn't know..
...when love was the only thing I have ever known
dreams in glass reflections of where we once met &
knew each other briefly
as laughter
bittersweet.. sins
as..... love
~
& once
I be(lie)ved in love..
bound & gagged
mute.d sun.days
the needle bends.
(..s.hallowed dirty streets...)
everything is wrong again..
silent are the amber hills
on nights following the rains
ember shots in negative .exposure
my worlds on the verge of the upside of down
fevery rosed.. ...& scissored
in silken spirals of a blackened steel blue
I found.. me
mute.d sun.days
the needle bends.
(..s.hallowed dirty streets...)
everything is wrong again..
silent are the amber hills
on nights following the rains
ember shots in negative .exposure
my worlds on the verge of the upside of down
fevery rosed.. ...& scissored
in silken spirals of a blackened steel blue
I found.. me
Saturday, June 19, 2010
random pieces
in the dark sarcasm of fading memories
under a mosaic frailty hidden in my tired eyes
we flooded the lands
& painted my heart lost
in the dying (p)art of my love
under a mosaic frailty hidden in my tired eyes
we flooded the lands
& painted my heart lost
in the dying (p)art of my love
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