Desert MemoriesWe drove there it was deep into the desert cool dry air bluest sky I lusted for him and his adventures through the bushesDesert Memories
to find his buried secrets in the middle of nowhere what an odd man he was I was afraid of him and completely trusted him as well it was delicious that day I sat on my knees digging my fingers into the earth in search of beautiful minerals I found some I found treasure in that experience he gently touched the pendant on my necklace with his dusty fingers and my heart raced excited by the tenderness I melted into the
Girl on the insideIf you could hear my heart and the yearning in each of my breaths you would toss me a coin and say poor girl she is lost she has nothing but dreams of everythingGirl on the inside
coffeeSeems life cannot begin in the morning unless I have a lovely cup of Casa Cielo coffee from Starbucks made in the french press oils undisturbedcoffee
My computer always beckons me a morning highlight or disappointment will their be loving messages? chain letters? lovely friends letting me know I have fluttered in their thoughts?
This time is sacred to me a little look out the window a highway a prison in the distance I greet them with my mind grateful for only that
Will the red skies illuminate me
or the gray chill envelop my
HollowI don't understand why I am never happy I look in the mirror and feel dread I am not the same girl I once was really no longer a girl but a women You could pass me by and never know I once was a queen on the throne of someone's heart The dagger that stabbed someone's hopes The child that dreamed beneath the treesHollow
On my flesh the occasional tattoo
Questionable? Perhaps Beneath my eyes the signs of sorrow that prolonged itself
And in my eyes the glimmer of hope for I have not stopped dreaming
Beneath all those i am hidden as is my happiness
Rare and TenderBeef, rare and tender, so hot it sizzles on the platter. Steam rises as I hover just ever so slightly above it.Rare and Tender
Intoxicated from the aroma of seared seasonings,
I push gently at it letting the pale pink juices swirl at my fingertip.
I lift my finger to my waiting lips and taste gently with my tongue. An assault on my senses begins as I waiver in anticipation for more.
Perfect shape, perfect flavor, I can wait no longer as I pierce it with the silver tines and pare a thin slice with a stainless blade
I place it on my tongue holding the fork between my lips. Stil
Blue Harbor
Lullaby
Peaceful
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All colors are the friends of their neighbors and the lovers of their opposites.
CHAZAL
A shadow surrounded by light
Spirits flow past you
into the blue winter night
I hear the diminishing cry
of a lonely child calling
As a hand reaches out
to catch a star falling
Close your eyes and dream
of treasures and love
Wrapped up in velvet
Borne on the wings of a dove
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Come into me and we'll always be loved by someone ~Rickie Lee Jones
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Come into me and we'll always be loved by someone ~Rickie Lee Jones
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Trembling hands that now guide my steady path
I have been told that it is indeed a trap.
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Poet Laureate of the North American Loser...
and retired Lunatic.
More and better work of mine to follow...
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