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Well, everyone,
I have been contemplating the existence of my account here, on RB…..
and, I really don’t spend enough time here anymore.
I feel like a ghost, coming around and viewing,
when y…

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and every thought eases effortlessly
out of pink clouds with silver shivers
of ecstatic joy in the free creativity
of wild, holy beauty;

I like to take hold of it, grab it by the neck and put my teeth into it, just to be sure it doesn’t get away on me.
I try to see how far I’ve come, rather than how far I have to go.

When dark overtakes daylight

As the sun is beaten down

I’ll rest, but only shortly

On this cold and barren ground

The more that I paint,
The more I can’t wait…
To see what it is that I’ll next create.

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his eyes glistened with emotion, and he embraced me, crying out my name to the birds, to angels…
to the wind.

There is a dance. Its movement is the wheeling stars,
the thrash of trees in a gale, the weave of swallows,
the surge of rivers and tides of the sea,
the silver flash of a fish,

She will call to you with voice ghostly silent
Hypnotising you with the melody her soul sings,
Daring you to step into the freedom
That love and passion oft does bring.
- The Lady of the Lake…

Sometimes, though the hidden night sky
is white with stars,
still dark descends inside our bones,
like ink seeps into white linen,

MY STORMY NIGHT!

My Stormy,…Stormy,…Stormy Night.
I long,….To,….Hold you tight.
In your arms,…I sleep so right.
My Stormy,…Stormy Night.

I wish someday,…You be …

It is a rainy morning, pre-dawn as usual with these bothered nights, where the heavy jacket is out and I dart from getting water to drink to keyboard and over to watch the charger and my dying camera…

The sun is burning my flesh raw
Humans are staring at me in owe
Save me, Father, I am your daughter
Give me a sponge with a little water

Easy miracle – death I wish for
I don’t want to be on …

Teach me how to move
beyond the shadows of the West
to that place, as innocent as a cow’s teat,
as warm milk squirting,

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Ah, but here I am, sitting with a pocket full of nothing…
wishing beauty upon you,
wishing I had the power of a god to fly and bless
instead of just this little fistful of words