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taste of the rainbow.: coalescence...
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Taste of the rainbow. My thoughts, poetry, memoirs. Thursday, May 22, 2008. In an open prairie, i stand with nothing but my solitude. But with everything all around. My bare feet sink into the earth. As my toes curl and burrow the silky dirt. With my head tilted back and my eyes softly shut. I extend my arms in the tepid wind. Until my heart and mind are completely accessible. The dancing wind swirls and whirls in and out. Of each strand of my hair to each blade of Indian grass. As the clouds break.
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taste of the rainbow.: buoy...
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Taste of the rainbow. My thoughts, poetry, memoirs. Thursday, May 1, 2008. I am exactly where i am supposed to be. And all around me i see people falling,as i am making my great elevation. When i thought i was sinking,i was actually healing. And the selfishness i exploited has now granted me freedom. Freedom from the abuse i endured. I've picked up some really great souls along the way. And to my surprise. it was I who REALLY loved all along. True love. without condition. I didn't think i had it in me.
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taste of the rainbow.: enigmatic smoke-filled energy...
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Taste of the rainbow. My thoughts, poetry, memoirs. Thursday, May 1, 2008. On one leg of the chair. I shot down my whiskey. And tossled my hair. With a kick, he hit the floor. I crawled over that man. And with him wanting more. I stole the cigarette. From his pale lips. I sucked back the smoke. And jostled my hips. His eyes rolled back. His mouth opened wide. He let out a howl. As my tongue felt inside. Masked by rainbow smoke. Chocolate freckles were concealed. They would only provoke. He tried to run.
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taste of the rainbow.: May 2008
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Taste of the rainbow. My thoughts, poetry, memoirs. Thursday, May 22, 2008. In an open prairie, i stand with nothing but my solitude. But with everything all around. My bare feet sink into the earth. As my toes curl and burrow the silky dirt. With my head tilted back and my eyes softly shut. I extend my arms in the tepid wind. Until my heart and mind are completely accessible. The dancing wind swirls and whirls in and out. Of each strand of my hair to each blade of Indian grass. As the clouds break.
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taste of the rainbow.: the past presents the future...
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Taste of the rainbow. My thoughts, poetry, memoirs. Thursday, May 1, 2008. The past presents the future. I once had self. It was robbed from me. I spent years without it. I wanted it, so i took back what was mine. I once was steel. Nothing affected me long term. They told me i must "feel" and i did. Now i see it has been a waste of time. I once had a gift. I guess i lost it along with self. I want it back. But i'm not sure if it can be returned. I have an emptyness. It is not robbed or lost.
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taste of the rainbow.: 10 lessons learned... or maybe not.
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Taste of the rainbow. My thoughts, poetry, memoirs. Thursday, May 1, 2008. 10 lessons learned. or maybe not. 1 a lady never leaves the house without her lipstick on. (one of the only things my mother instilled in me that i can never follow, besides using the words "whom" instead of who or "uncouth"). 2 never get stoned before an Album Leaf show. 3 men under 30 are useless. men over 30 are broken. 5 daddy/mommy issues do exist. 6 tequila is not my friend, never has been. 8 cats make great alibis.
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taste of the rainbow.: latest ebay experience...
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Taste of the rainbow. My thoughts, poetry, memoirs. Thursday, May 1, 2008. So i had a pretty awesome experience today with my latest ebay purchase. i bid on a handmade native american fringed medicine bag to wear around my neck and house my crystals. when i received it in the mail today, there was a letter enclosed:. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Multi-colored lady born in the wrong era. psychedelic surfer of consciousness. View my complete profile.
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taste of the rainbow.: electric blanket...
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Taste of the rainbow. My thoughts, poetry, memoirs. Thursday, May 15, 2008. I feel it all. This hazy, swirlin mystical energy. I've got bees in my feet. And butterflies up my spine. The world is a warm blanket. The universe has extended her heart. I feel good, real good. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Multi-colored lady born in the wrong era. psychedelic surfer of consciousness. View my complete profile.
