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The Muslin Opaque: Rhythm of Pain
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E is For Everything. Despondency danced a bitter turn. Each step attuned to the rhythm of pain. And ague Oh, what an insistent pill. A tyranny desirous of a last resort. Where pain is safely put to bed. Clubbed mercilessly and staining the sheet. One pill One retreat and saving grace. And despondency cleansed and senseless in the surf. 75 minutes of brain-cramping toil. And a migraine in the wings. Posted by other-clowns on 06/22/2006 07:22:25 AM. Posted by primitivegroove on 07/07/2006 10:14:12 PM.
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The Muslin Opaque: September 2011
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E is For Everything. After the War, 2. My world is grown numb. For the war has gone long. My heart wants only to. Lay down its arms. But how can I give in. Without first seeing you. And knowing you will understand? I fear my heart has already given up. Would the sight of your lovely eyes. Would the feel of your honey hair. Would the taste of your lips. Or the feel of your arms about me. Be enough to draw me. Away from the brink? My chest is heavy. My eyes bleeding orbs,. Will the warmth of your embrace.
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The Muslin Opaque: July 2011
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E is For Everything. The sky was once blue. Now its a gray ashy hue. And its burned on the memories. Of everyone I knew. Gone are the abbeys. The parks and the bars. Of Venus and Mars. Or near enough, anyway. Time to start over. If I can just find a way. Did we really think heaven. Would forgive us this day. Or forgive us tomorrow. Have you nothing to say? Silent as a tombstone. And dead as the sky. Who's now left to ponder. Our dream's dying sigh. Cause I can't find a reason. Or an answer just the same.
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The Muslin Opaque: Not Another Minute (Without You)
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E is For Everything. Not Another Minute (Without You). Where are you in my life? Or deep in shadow? Tell me now, Oh Lord. My heart is near to breaking. In the pains of my own making. Touch me now, Oh Lord. I can't take another minute without you. Do you love me even still? As when I was in your will? Or was I ever? Tell me now, Oh Lord. The emptiness is killing me. Like harps hung in the willow tree. Touch me now, Oh Lord. I won't last another moment without you. Fill me with your Holy Spirit. In the Gar...
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The Muslin Opaque: Capulet
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E is For Everything. I've got a headache. The kind that shoots spears of blinding pain down the muscles of the neck and back. It's a vice that seems to know but one direction. Headaches, for me, cause everything else to grind to a near standstill. I wrote a poem. Once, while in the beginning throes of a migraine. As short as it is, it still took more than an hour to get right. To the morning sun. Of all the things you haven't yet done. Ask him to stay. A little long 'neath the cover. Give you more time.
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The Muslin Opaque: The Gardens of Loveplay
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E is For Everything. The Gardens of Loveplay. Chapters 1 and 2. This is a story of Venice, but not the Venice you may have visited, or once lived, or dreamt of seeing. This is also a story of love. But what else would such a tale be about? It is a tale of conspiracies, jealousies, broken hearts and the binding of souls, one to another. Within these pages you will find a world strangely at peace, boats that float on air, and an angel in search of redemption. 8220;A Priori: A Glimpse of Heaven”. He stepped...
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The Muslin Opaque: Anonymities
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E is For Everything. What have you gained. With your bone strewn fields? Yet with none now to remember. They are, quite simply. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Letters to Mary Angel. In the Gardens of Loveplay - The Sword Parallel. Not Another Minute (Without You). Mountains, Hills, and Mounds of Earth. Death To All Humans! The Penguin's Lot - Journeying Beyond The Well-Watered Plains. From "The Gardens of Loveplay". What's Practicing On Guitar. Minuet in G - J. S. Bach. Dear Prudence - The Beatles.
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The Muslin Opaque: An Affair Over Tea
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E is For Everything. An Affair Over Tea. Un Peu Poésie Légère. A Little Light Poetry). I came for the tea,. Said I. And she. With eyes like kohl. In diamond lit dew. Smiled. Whereas we,. Neath lush camellia tree,. Sojourn singly, the soul. Of this deep amber brew,. Bids us sit. The bowl,. To its subtle brim,. Sings, 'drink deep of me.'. Our cups is empty. Said I. Then she. Lips blush like figs. Bright softly wet,. On this lets agree. I'll fill you, if you fill me;. My soft petals to your stout sprig!
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The Muslin Opaque: Mountains, Hills, and Mounds of Earth
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E is For Everything. Mountains, Hills, and Mounds of Earth. There were flowers strewn. O’er mountains, hills and mounds of dirt. Cov’ring over every hurt. Now gone. Cruelly hewn. And felt no more. Honeysuckle in the air. Sweet on winds run through your hair. As you lay lying there. To feel again no more. I cried a lover’s tears. O’er mountains, hills and mounds of earth. Counting all I thought it worth. Now gone. How it sears. This heart for evermore. Strains of birdsong in the air. To feel again no more.
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The Muslin Opaque: March 2011
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E is For Everything. I've got a headache. The kind that shoots spears of blinding pain down the muscles of the neck and back. It's a vice that seems to know but one direction. Headaches, for me, cause everything else to grind to a near standstill. I wrote a poem. Once, while in the beginning throes of a migraine. As short as it is, it still took more than an hour to get right. To the morning sun. Of all the things you haven't yet done. Ask him to stay. A little long 'neath the cover. Give you more time.
