The time is not important, / Nor when / Nor if this is another lifetime away,
Reverie of this evening
You dream of such implosions / Come down to erosions (never lasts)
Been so much thinking about the re up of the AIG banking system.. seems like it is full steam ahead.. not much oversee.. I see.. hummm.. so I had to write out my broken heart.. / Who are you people!!! This work is inspired and dedicated to Ushna Sardar I so love ya sista!!! She rocks with paradox.. xoxoxo Saturated Sin />By Linaji /
Here is Francisco now, / Young and tired / In the slums / In love with anyone who might bring
Sometimes between dreamtime and getting ready for the day.. my shower is my holy ground.. my bathroom becomes my alter, my area of transition to The world At Large…
Somehow even your crooked smile fits into the left / Corner of mine.
/ Patterns By The Sea
The occasion is my birthday / And I felt the day before you could say a prescience
Absolutely True,, / from the moment I woke up to the time I went to bed, so much magic happened that I dare say waking up today seems strange / like I lived so much in one day… / Well I suppose I could do a repeat.. tee hee..
Branches of lies are heavy with truths fruits / for how can there be a lie without a truth?
Inspired writing by Artist RyMikeJones image named: / Man Grove I / I am lucky. Here on RB there are works upon works that could keep me inspired till my next life shines through. This artist has a seekers heart and a knowing Soul. What an honor to collaborate with his life.
Scathes my lack of intention / Attacks my dullard fears / Presses me on / And pulls the reigns of attention / Back from unconscious years.
I / wrote this piece when I finished the Art..
What a pair of Kidneys I have, They dream of ones like these
I went to this most amazing Artist Gallery, Devalyn Marshall.. I knew I wanted her work at our little ole’ Group.. ABSTRACT DIGITAL ART AND WRITING GROUP.. OR ADAWG / Then I saw her work…..DESIGNER KIDNEYS WOW.. YOU CAN SEE WHY I WAS INSPIRED.. PLEASE LOOK AT HER BODY OF WORK!! /
I am smooth, calm and cold inside / Look into my depths / And see your true reflection / My stony heart, hard and grey / Hides nothing
I could see her struggling to climb back to her corner. The walls were slick.
Guess I am getting softer as I get older. Spiders don’t scare me anymore.
I will be good to you, Fisherman. / Take me in, dry me off; / Make me into what I wish I was. / I can be something beautiful.
This piece is about finding love and recognition of worth. I used the imagery of driftwood, as it is something that many people overlook as just ugly, warped debris that the ocean has washed ashore. Others, however, realize its great potential. The Fisherman, like the Driftwood, is an outcast in our world. He does not feel at home on land, but he is lonely, and it is the only place where there is company. The Driftwood speaks to him, and asks him to accept it and make it into something beautiful, to see its potential; in return, the Driftwood will be good to the Fisherman and provide him with much-needed company at sea. In a way, this poem is about two outcasts finding one another and seeing in the other what so many before have missed. Lelia Katherine Thomas / leliathomas@gmail.com / www.leliathomas.com —-—- This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution Non-Commercial Share Alike license. You are free to ‘remix’ it under noncommercial terms. For more information about remixing my work, visit this page on my website.
Exactly the way I want to feel / Like the trunk of a Live Oak
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