

Dreams In PacksI floated in, in, beyond The magic only my head could feel Weary of the pressure Longing for the dreams I poured into clear packages Ripped open And sucked the remnants into me To deteriorate Rot within Like I never cared at all Silly dreams They are for lovers And to love and not be loved is not to belong Ripe skin intensifies in acknowledgement Flesh jumps, anxious As the eyes watch The blood falls off pin-prick needles Medicine intertwined with syringe The bugs crawl Before the withdrawal Is this on Earth as it is in Heaven?Dreams In Packs


Freedom in the Lost DegreeThe cognac enters my blood and that is when I remember what freedom was like. It is only a thought of the past, as if picturing the day I was six, riding my bike down the biggest hill in the neighborhood; look, mom, no hands!Freedom in the Lost Degree
The sugar-white candy enters my blood and that is when I feel what freedom was like. As the euphoria builds into my mind, I stop thinking of who I am with, what I have felt, and I focus on how good I can feel when Im free, if I were, that is.
Ive learned to stop breathing helps the pain. Often I participate in breathing exercises; holding my breath as long as I can to re


The Last Seconds of the... Impossible vision for living and dying puts the heart in a state of recession. The static falls off the hi-definition screen to fulfill the emptiness surrounding the home. Tattoos now sink into the skin, the veins, the bones; unseen or felt; a poison that simply is in existence. Mind blown to the skull, not escaping the flesh, and the pain shoots into my stomach like a brain ulcer with transporting emotions. The world speaks of kings and queens so freely, and so do I, but the crowns disappeared with age. Ive become tired of the daily cliches and secrets. Wake up to the same scathed dreams of rusty spoons, stained razors and brokenThe Last Seconds of the...


I Miss You AlreadyThe leading man stole you away They dressed you up in money And told you that things would be the same Youll change, you know Signature on unread documents They took your life and you gave it away so easily Im bitter upon this Bitter Bitter Bitter I just want you back Un-intimate and conversational as ever Theyve taken souls, you know Ill trust they wont take yours But that wont stop me from wonderingI Miss You Already
How do those boots feel on your soles?
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Malapropism is my fiend.
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life is a game we play..
"Til Death Do Us Part".
Brought back childhood memories for me. Some people just shouldn't stay married. Hope you are well.
Gloria
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Malapropism is my fiend.
Thank you so much for the fav. on "Harvesting the Moon". Gloria
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Malapropism is my fiend.
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[NØTHING/REAL] Photography
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Malapropism is my fiend.
Thank you so much for the
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Nikon D700
Nikon AF-S Nikkor 24-120mm 1:3.5-5.6 G VR
Nikon AF Nikkor 50mm 1:1.8 D
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