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rest in peace, lauren

if you were touched by lauren please pass this through your groups

Love is eternal hope and endures all
amongst this fractured play of life
There is forever a reason for hope
love intertwined with love creates a life fully lived

In between the rhythms of pain and dislo…

With a Scorpion’s tail and the Head of a Bull
He wore my own death-mask as the moon was full-flooded,
and in deepest utterance-
The 13 strangest voices spoke:

I too followed along
Dancing the delights of her hallowed song

And what would be seen if everyone hid
And what would be heard if nothing spoke
And what if reality was just a joke

(The scene is a strange room that seems to exist out of time and space, there are four metal grates or posts that delineate the corners, it appears there are no visible walls.
There is smoke and mist …

I was glad to be out of the nightmare… He turned to face me, beaming a warm comforting smile. I reached over and held his hand. It was so warm and light…

We were driving in his 96 Pontiac…

can the niceness be sucked from someone?
can only bitterness be left?
can the past and memories demand anger?
can the wasted spirit be repaired?
can anyone really be alone amongst a million people?
can p…

How does it feel…
To have everybody fawn over your oceanic eyes,
Your sparkling snowy smile, your luminescent skin,
And your confident posture?

How does it feel
To know so much about art and literature a…

After the disruption of 2011 with binaries broken, our fields of soul raw, tilled and ready to be planted with a field of unnamed flowers, fed with the water of a new range of emotional and intelle…

A choice , a wish , a knowing deep within.
where conspiritors cannot sabbotage .

The little devil energy that dwells within
That negative they blame for their sins
With the lack of strength to take control

the monotony of a back street jukebox repeating an old tune
or a London art museum exhibit of look-alike sculptures

And with the absence of another,
my sculptors hand moves with fingertips caressing fevered skin.
And winters companions ,goosebumps mark the trail.
Sensuously exploring for the journeys sake.

…after winter there comes the war
to make the bad seem good with what’s in store…

…the subtleties in life evade us so they scream it in our face
repeating lines assimilate us
the conversations spoken never let us read between the lines
a moments silence will invade us…

Now my seed swarms towards every Empress,
Conucopic copulations!, membranes on membrane!