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Poetry Addiction !: December 2007
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Series of experiments in poetry.With a cult of aestheticism.A diary full of love, hate and desires. Hopes despoiled. Saturday, December 15, 2007. CoLorS of a dream. Bits of starry night are placed. In the images of her mind. They speak to her of. The colours of her dream. Black sweeps in the sadness. Like the darkest night. Twinkling silver stars glow. To show the morning bright. Warmth of purple gold scarlet shine. While she rest in her dreams. She could feel the sun on her face. View my complete profile.
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Poetry Addiction !: If I could, I would
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Series of experiments in poetry.With a cult of aestheticism.A diary full of love, hate and desires. Hopes despoiled. Thursday, June 16, 2011. If I could, I would. If I could, I would try to love you. In a song with sweet melody. But if I could, I would love you. In tiny mini bits of poetry. If I could, I would love the glint of green. Teasing me in your eyes. But if I could, I would love the way. You indulge in my sighs. If I could, I would love you. In every other way. The words I want to say. Subscribe...
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Poetry Addiction !: September 2009
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Series of experiments in poetry.With a cult of aestheticism.A diary full of love, hate and desires. Hopes despoiled. Friday, September 04, 2009. Scorching summer heat ends. Rain finally begins to fall. Filling the earth drop by drop. With moment of joys and charms. When the war of clouds begin. Birds rushing into the trees. Butterflies hide beneath the leaves. Winds from the flowery gardens. Fills me up with fragrance. What a magic of the rain. It washes the fear and stain. These pleasures I devour.
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Poetry Addiction !: September 2012
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Series of experiments in poetry.With a cult of aestheticism.A diary full of love, hate and desires. Hopes despoiled. Saturday, September 29, 2012. Almond blossom flowers or. Green leaves of shade or. Cheerful birds that sing or. Small ferns that spring. Soft twifs of grass blossom sprinkled across or. Wild clusters of weeds clumps evolving from seeds. Clear pellucid streams or. A serenade beneath a lover's window or. Holding hands roaming in greeny medows. Tiny drops of dew or. The one you love beside you.
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Poetry Addiction !: May 2008
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Series of experiments in poetry.With a cult of aestheticism.A diary full of love, hate and desires. Hopes despoiled. Wednesday, May 07, 2008. Waiting an embrace * *. The dark day that you departed. Replays in my mind. I’m searching for hope and love. Which I know I won’t find. The claws of depression. Reach for my heart. I know you are gone. And that you won’t return. But still there is more in the world. That I need to learn. I will come face eternity with you. It is something I need to do.
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Poetry Addiction !: October 2012
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Series of experiments in poetry.With a cult of aestheticism.A diary full of love, hate and desires. Hopes despoiled. Wednesday, October 03, 2012. I just want to be a love song, half way sung. Be a knot that comes undone. Dressed up the darkest night. My life book is light. Like the flight of a stringless kite. I just want to meet my mirage man. Whose vision I can feel like the air in. The palm of my hand. I just want to catch the day's sunset. Feel the rain and not get wet. I just want to be in mud.
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Poetry Addiction !: He and She: We
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Series of experiments in poetry.With a cult of aestheticism.A diary full of love, hate and desires. Hopes despoiled. Tuesday, September 11, 2012. He and She: We. With each passing day the future looks a little bit darker,. Still, memories of past however bad still shines brighter. Often I remember those I have known,. With each passing day their memories overgrow. With the thoughts and troubles of my own,. Nothing stays but the name alone. And as I looked back through the window in my wall,.
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Poetry Addiction !: August 2008
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Series of experiments in poetry.With a cult of aestheticism.A diary full of love, hate and desires. Hopes despoiled. Friday, August 01, 2008. I looked upon the starlit sky as the clouds drift. Like voyagers follow the stars as their dreams swift. I wonder if I could find a net and capture the whole sky. Could you ever love me and not deny…? I open my arms wide to embrace the sweet wind. I breathe deep enough as my heart starts to sink. I gather my composure and stand on my own two feet. The Dream Weaver *.
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Poetry Addiction !: What is beautiful?
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Series of experiments in poetry.With a cult of aestheticism.A diary full of love, hate and desires. Hopes despoiled. Saturday, September 29, 2012. Almond blossom flowers or. Green leaves of shade or. Cheerful birds that sing or. Small ferns that spring. Soft twifs of grass blossom sprinkled across or. Wild clusters of weeds clumps evolving from seeds. Clear pellucid streams or. A serenade beneath a lover's window or. Holding hands roaming in greeny medows. Tiny drops of dew or. The one you love beside you.
