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Meet me in the Field: May 2012
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Meet me in the Field. 8206;"Out beyond our ideas of right and wrong, there is a Field. I'll meet you there." Rumi. Friday, May 11, 2012. Jammed under my nail is the pain of you. With blood that cannot flow (from a wound that cannot bleed). My finger in my mouth, i try to suck you out,. Tiny flaw that flashes white hot in my skull. The carrion of your memory has left an imprint impossible to erase. I would cut off my hand to be free of you,. But too late, your poison courses through my veins,. Out of Join...
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Meet me in the Field: In Dreams She Struggles
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Meet me in the Field. 8206;"Out beyond our ideas of right and wrong, there is a Field. I'll meet you there." Rumi. Monday, January 28, 2013. In Dreams She Struggles. Tread carefully, now. A tiger rests in my chest. She gathers her strength. Tread carefully, now. A tiger sleeps in my chest. She dreams of waking. Tread carefully, now. A tiger stirs in my chest. Crouching low, fangs bared. Tread carefully, now. A tiger springs from my chest. She waits no longer. In dreams she struggles,. I love these guys!
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Meet me in the Field: January 2013
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Meet me in the Field. 8206;"Out beyond our ideas of right and wrong, there is a Field. I'll meet you there." Rumi. Monday, January 28, 2013. Yesterday, I printed some of my poems. Black letters on ivory, one hundred percent cotton, twenty-four pounds. It felt strange to hold my words in my hands,. Making concrete, that abstract part of myself. Here is the proof, there is more to me. Is it really possible to uncover these secret,. Hidden places within myself? Posted by bruised orange. Tread carefully, now.
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Meet me in the Field: February 2012
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Meet me in the Field. 8206;"Out beyond our ideas of right and wrong, there is a Field. I'll meet you there." Rumi. Wednesday, February 29, 2012. She wanders alone down gritty streets. Paved in the good intentions of her idealism. These roads, marred with the holes of remorse. For all her failed attempts at living,. Have led her,. Broken paced fashion,. To the realization that her life has. Been a series of ineffective day trips. She never had a destination in mind,. Only bumbled along on a journey marked.
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Meet me in the Field: Essence
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Meet me in the Field. 8206;"Out beyond our ideas of right and wrong, there is a Field. I'll meet you there." Rumi. Monday, January 28, 2013. Yesterday, I printed some of my poems. Black letters on ivory, one hundred percent cotton, twenty-four pounds. It felt strange to hold my words in my hands,. Making concrete, that abstract part of myself. Here is the proof, there is more to me. Is it really possible to uncover these secret,. Hidden places within myself? Posted by bruised orange. I love these guys!
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Meet me in the Field: December 2011
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Meet me in the Field. 8206;"Out beyond our ideas of right and wrong, there is a Field. I'll meet you there." Rumi. Wednesday, December 21, 2011. Into the breaking wall. I build this wall,. Reinforcing with steel beam,. Higher and higher it goes,. Deeper and wider i build. Ocean crashes onto my shore, washes over my sand covered feet. Oh, my sea love, take me back into your depths. Fill my lungs with your salty waters. So that my song can spill out. And i can once again. Dance the delight of words. Are no...
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Meet me in the Field: September 2011
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Meet me in the Field. 8206;"Out beyond our ideas of right and wrong, there is a Field. I'll meet you there." Rumi. Friday, September 30, 2011. Your music sings my soul. Your words go to my head. Intoxicate me with their. You are my hopeful sunrise. You are my wistful yesterday. You spur me on to new heights. You lead me back to quiet valleys. Your music sings my soul. Oh, dear poet friends, i love you all! Posted by bruised orange. At times we beat as one (has anyone noticed? Beat as one in their. My cow...
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Meet me in the Field: November 2012
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Meet me in the Field. 8206;"Out beyond our ideas of right and wrong, there is a Field. I'll meet you there." Rumi. Monday, November 19, 2012. I am a war torn casualty hopelessly lost in an unfamiliar landscape. I pick myself out of the rubble of a crumbled existence,. Casting aside the well worn masks of my own invisibility. I am stopped in this breathing place,. My quiet cocoon of safety. Where unpredictability does not dwell,. But neither here does life,. Neither here do I. The war is over,". Fear risi...
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Meet me in the Field: My love is a current, steady and true (a sonnet)
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Meet me in the Field. 8206;"Out beyond our ideas of right and wrong, there is a Field. I'll meet you there." Rumi. Friday, June 22, 2012. My love is a current, steady and true (a sonnet). Were you to pass a thousand years drifting. In memories doubly drenched in sorrow,. You would find me pacing the shore waiting. To welcome you home, life's new tomorrow. Within this land of love's patient slumber,. I will cradle your tender, worried heart. Til time allows you to disremember. Posted by bruised orange.
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Meet me in the Field: October 2011
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Meet me in the Field. 8206;"Out beyond our ideas of right and wrong, there is a Field. I'll meet you there." Rumi. Monday, October 31, 2011. The lonely pilgrim fell asleep on his pillow of dreams,. As muse sang songs that floated on air. He struggled to wake from his trance like state,. As he found himself deep in the quagmire of disarray,. Wondering how he had found himself wandering. In green valleys, and who had led him there. He wondered, too, if dreams are real, and what he. Posted by bruised orange.
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