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time capsule: February 2011
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Sunday, February 27, 2011 by B.H. Paper neath the pen,. Looks at me with a knowing smile,. Asks me the reason behind my facial expression. Paper neath the ink,. Tells me it's okay, for haps can be wrong at times,. And for that, we are not to be blamed. Words lay naked on papers to be read. Words written in silence, in mute testimony. As whispering winds play with poetic woes. The amalgam of mellow serenades between our hearts. And the howling chilly sounds of sorrow. Words lay naked on papers to be read.
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time capsule: A rainbow is a rainbow and will always be a rainbow...
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A rainbow is a rainbow and will always be a rainbow. Saturday, November 26, 2011 by B.H. I admit I skip prayers which I shouldn’t…but at least I try not to be a bad human being. I am not much creative, I used to paint, and I used to write, mad stuff and never ending stories and then those stories about people who don’t exist and those about people who shouldn’t exist and…I don’t do much of both now. Oh well. Posted in 0 Comments ». Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). I'm here to relax. Vent. Pond...Of la...
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Still Here | Eddie's domain
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Bring on the Wonder. January 16, 2015 in Personal. So those of you who are wondering if I have abandoned this blog or where the hell am I, be rest assured that I just haven’t had any good idea to write on lately. I know it is been 4 months but I still check your comments when you do post. Your patience is much appreciated. Enter your email address to subscribe to this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email. Join 104 other followers. Life of a software programmer. Dio, Artiste & Signora.
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time capsule: crescent-shaped candles
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Wednesday, December 28, 2011 by B.H. By evening, (it’s when I wake up) it’s violet…all over. And BANG! I get dressed and comb my hair. And then look in the mirror again. ‘Why don’t I look devastatingly handsome anymore? 8217; ‘But still something, eh! 8217;, ‘Or maybe, too sharp? 8217; And so I rid my head of my anxieties and insecurities for a while. As I shake it. I go through the day (or should I say…night? Or just a passing thought? Never knowing what’s happening or should I even fix this? Of larger-...
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Alpine Rouges | Eddie's domain
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Bring on the Wonder. March 25, 2014 in Poetry/music/literature. They are coming over again, climbing the peaks. Those dull grey clouds. A storm is brewing. You can sense it in their rogue abandonment . . Only you can have such a mournful thought about cloud covered Alps. Appreciate their beauty, for a change, you know , she said while gazing at the magnificence of the scene in front of her. You don’t write much anymore, nothing of significance at least . Well that is my way of pausing life , he replied.
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time capsule: December 2011
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Wednesday, December 28, 2011 by B.H. By evening, (it’s when I wake up) it’s violet…all over. And BANG! I get dressed and comb my hair. And then look in the mirror again. ‘Why don’t I look devastatingly handsome anymore? 8217; ‘But still something, eh! 8217;, ‘Or maybe, too sharp? 8217; And so I rid my head of my anxieties and insecurities for a while. As I shake it. I go through the day (or should I say…night? Or just a passing thought? Never knowing what’s happening or should I even fix this? I'm here t...
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time capsule
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Saturday, July 16, 2011 by B.H. If she is –– to weave a cambric dream. On the side of a stream – in the meadow green. With no crinkles –– nor any needlecraft. Tracing a stark pattern of my felicitous grimace. And so that lady is forever mine. If she is –– to glean in a sack of linen. The battalions of rippling scarlet harvests. And – to stir that all in the heather mixture. For me alone – on the leaf-crested ground. And so that lady is forever mine. If she is –– to show me a purified town. Of larger-than...
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time capsule: April 2011
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Saturday, April 30, 2011 by B.H. 8211; aggrieving the mind,. Waltzing upon the – bending stream,. Meaning – ivory tippet of that lady kind –. Nor the zilch essence of a forgotten dream. All the letters –– I can remember. Are not as fine as this ––. Musings of plush ––. Velvet-textured –– square paragraphs,. Profundity –– as deep –– as dying crimson ––. Scattered on the canvas ––. Hid in the magic box ––. And in the splashes of mincing bucketfuls ––. With that buzzing bee of Potwar. 2 Comments ». Of large...
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time capsule: whipping boy
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Tuesday, November 8, 2011 by B.H. You know how goats can be creepy to some thickos. Can they not see, how incessantly innocent looking creatures God has made them and when you go near them, they stop ruminating and pause to stare at you with their huge and vacant eyes and sweetly bleat 'how do you do sir? Sort of sounds with their honeyed voice? And how some of them smile at you and shy away? I wonder when will this ghost of that daft goat stop haunting and let me be calm as a child in dreamless slumber!
