Journaling in the land of Winged

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Monday, August 11, 2008

She wore a mask of confidence...

Darkened figures crouched in the doorway, waiting for a reprieve, from the uncivil winds that were whipping and chafing her nerve endings, screaming pigeons, squatted all around…more room and more food, always more food, White cotton dresses danced all around to a melody, of ¾’s time; Not wanting... Sign in to see full entry.

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Can you read my true self?

Can you read my true self? as I idly chat away? My feelings sometimes guarded, and recycled, bewitched and befuddled, “Align my blue moon with yours” Crack my Self-concocted shell.” Love me as I am. Two by two, vows were broken, setting off a tender trap, One or both cry, “Name it and you can have... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tis better to have loved and lost, than never to have loved at all...

Never would I have ever imagined you not with me. I saw you everywhere watching. In fluffy white clouds, I saw you giving a stoic farewell salute, rolling over and over, then disjoining and vaporizing. In my afternoon Coke, tiny air bubbles fondled and nuzzled each other, then sadly dissolved. I saw... Sign in to see full entry.

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I found love or did it find me?

Page 1...Found. I’m warm and Receptive to everyone... Redial, Redial, Sweet, Sweet Dialtones, Mine and His, Hugs and Kisses Pulsating Plasma Carbonated Dreams Buoyant Hearts Breath life into my Inner Child. Page 2: Then I Lost Love, We’re disconnected, Static, Static, Unlisted Numbers, Mine and His,... Sign in to see full entry.

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Touch me into being...

Touch me into being Free me from the Room in my head There was no light, To see the feast In your open arms, Touch me into being Free me from the Room in my head, Where is no light, To see the Love In your Eyes Sign in to see full entry.

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Childhood games...

If a child steps on a sidewalk crack, They broke their mother’s back, There wasn’t a place quite so neat, As where the sidewalks meet, Where they play their games, Jumping over and above each crack, Saving their Mom for yet one more day, Till again, they go out and play. Sign in to see full entry.

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Change of Life Baby

I, as: Over-ripe grapes on the vine, waiting be plucked, With: Seductive aged Curves and sun-toned appeal, not even soured by time! After: Hot days and long nights, wanton juices burst, Bright neon lights, illuminating fear and old scars... inexplicable pain, Harvested: Was An infant seedling and... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, August 10, 2008

Are you in trying to say more or less to loved ones?

I don't know why we find so little energy to communicate our feelings to our loved ones. I guess we could credit this to fear of being misunderstood, judged or it is just our human stupidity? It is a maddening fact that we can’t talk to the ones we love the most. Keeping our eyes and ears open and... Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, August 9, 2008

Bloggers looking for Mr. or (Ms.) Right?

We humans like to follow the path of least resistance but we have a maddening tendency to always make things harder than they need to be especially when it comes to finding love. Even Cupid cannot awaken what does not already exist within us. The idea that there is just one "right person"... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, August 8, 2008

Fantasy Art...with music...Start your morning out right. Check this out.

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My journaling is kind of a walk through my mind while searching for joy through self-expression. Though it was never my original intent, my concern quite naturally turned from the idea of me "feeling good" to the idea of you "feeling good." I personally believe being engaged in writing and art making is better than not andliving without depression, pain and anger is better than living with them. Check out my websites, www.sculptingtheheart.com. I thank you for your comments to insure my own growth as a writer and artist.

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