I come here to be inspired.
Hopefully in sharing what sets my mind alight I'll inspire some of you.
Let me know what you think.
PatchI.Patch by onetwistedpoet
Moss underfoot springs back, covering tracks
So I'll follow discarded philosophies
littering your wake, no reason could ever
contain your butterfly steps
hanging branches will echo your passing
rustling with pleasure still,
your fingers tracing trembling tips
on the luckiest leaves you wonder past
squirrelling semi-precious gems in the boles
of trees you never knew I'd climb
seeking perspective, a lay of your land
Puzzling through pathways etched in your skin
first in red then white, sharp brambles rough bark
abstract map of the places I will follow you
criss-crossed cuneiform tattoo
So I'll plunge through the wild chasing your smile
canines glinting, fierce and free
ArmageddonWe clapped our hands in prayer against the ever-coming sin,A-Shadow-Rose
stitched the world of truth and lies for all that did us in.
For earth had become a wasteland, a tinder-ridden field
for those that sacrificed themselves to the weapons they did wield.
"At last, our time has come," you said, "at last we can be free."
But in all the time that we had left, there was never a "we."
So why are you and I entangled among the universe's trick?
Wind-chime sounds and pink giggles -- no mirth was born of this.
The last day we touched hands and sang, she whispered in my ear,
"The chords of God are ringing, please tell me that you're near."
It was then that I had realized my dearest was struck blind
for pallid overtook her senses and left with all but mind.
The end of the world wasn't meant for people like you and me.
It took us all our might to shatter fear and command our flee.
But death had plans of puppetry and voodoo dolls were keen
because he'd eaten sugar so bitter that no one else had seen.
Arapahos in the Gardensxlntwtch
Once he made his point, we stopped in a border town called Nuevo Laredo. It was an odd stop. We slid out of the car into heat, dazzled by colors--reds and yellows screamed, and blues looked like something in an electric dream. We smiled at each other. Suddenly, we were tourists.
After a brief sit-down in shade to eat Mexican food, I just as suddenly found myself alone. Following a quiet, private conference between my father-in-law John and husband Midge, with a few reassurances and winks tossed my way, John and Midge disappeared for some minutes. I sat on a low, white-washed adobe wall and kept my eyes open. I nervously considered the situation. Did John and Midge have to make some final arrangements about the ranch we were going to? Did they go to a bar or one of those girlie shows d
VerbatimOn June seventeenth at 2:33 PM, Jacob Fantana falls off the roof and hits his head. This is the approximate time that Cory later gives him. It is a particularly nasty fall: The house they had been roofing is two stories, built on a hill. At the hospital, the doctors wreathe thick gauze around Jake's head and subject him to a series of tests. Rachel cries as Dr. Dubey explains that x-ray computed tomography has revealed a mild skull fracture and bruising on his inferior frontal gyrus. Jake stares without interest at the diagrams and fiddles with his bandages. He attempts to console Rachel, but he is embarrassed, and worried about his insurance copay.G-R-Fracassa
They keep him overnight for observation. As Rachel drives him home the next day, she repeatedly reaches over to touch Jake's hand on the armrest. He smiles politely and grasps her fingers in return. Through the window, he watches the bland streets of Sandusky pass by. The brakes on Rachel's Lumina whine quietly at every stoplight. Ja
I`ll set this life on fire so I can see it clearly before it burns|
Current Residence: first star to the right and straight on till morning
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