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What to say when you really have no idea how to express your feelings? How to really know your feelings when your emotions seem to spike without warning? Pain, joy, relief, sorrow, happiness, confusion. A workload that seems in surmountable. What timeline will I end up having? |
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Frustration is putting it mildly. |
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Yippie!!!!!!!!!!!!!
One chapter finished, getting selected reviews to determine if there will be more or if this is one door clammed |
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Smiles, working on the project tonight, well this morning. I forgot how difficult it is. At least an hour and I still have not gotten close to finishing the setting of the scene. |
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OK for anyone that cares to read. A new project has been undertaken. If I am able to over come my procrastination, and the little issues of late. I will announce when it is completed :) |
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totally fearful, yet intrigued, and feeling compelled to continue to walk this path of learning if
W/we will be compatible. Will the two worlds not be able to combine? sighs this one does not know. will this sub be enough will there be problems can this one develop the proper mind set while already feeling moments reverting to one prior to knowing rules |
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Happy Thanksgiving to all, and to all a good gobble! |
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touch
tender traces
orienting body, and mind
utopia, ultimately combined
communication silent and total
happily, held |
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Twas the day after Christmas and I awoke with a start.
It was the rapid beating of realities touch to my heart.
The joy was shared, on the day before.
Food eaten, and left overs were behind refrigerator doors.
Now it arose, silently gathered from trips, and clicks.
This mountain seemingly slight, now towering and blocking the light.
Bills, each seemingly small. now my burden.
Holding me to a path, with a distant paid off end. |
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yes, was all that I could mutter.
Yes, more powerful that a stutter.
yes, filled my mind and my world
yes bent, and twisted into a curl
yes, floating through a mind filled with bliss
yes from a body boldly accepting.
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come closer my dear
its safe you have nothing to fear
let me whisper words gently into your ears
hear as they entice, and calm your fear
come closer, listen and learn
for we both know this is what you yearn
come to me and have my words touch you deep
come to me as your resistance
turns to thoughts of sleep
let the words twist and entwine
as your need tightens and bind.
need suppressed for so long
released to lead you in a path
momentarily barred now resumed
with strides unmeasured and strong
race forth my words will touch your
sheltered core encouraging me to thirst for more |
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wrapped in the embrace
held close, feeling soft caresses to my face
imagined, or real for the revelation my heart is stealed
pleasure or pain. depending upon intensity and length sustained
slowly i am engulfed, first gentle lapping lulling my fears
as i am relentlessly consumed into a world of brown and tan
becoming transformed, no longer the stable land.
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to any journal readers more to come eventually lol even if i have to cannibalize other sites
told ya i would post, and i did not cannibalize anything |
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Think
whispers, screams, shouts
think which is the most powerful?
power contained
harnessed, and constrained
molded, fitted and rearranged.
think and answer it is easy as a blink
truth be told the answer's layers only will unfold
with the experience of growing old.
for this view they all contain a hue
representing voices that ring true.
just listen you may indeed hear the power
each has within.
shouts seem to garner one's attention
screams the immediate release, shorter than a shout
whispers closer the first assault that leads to the burst
or is it a scream of concentrated power that leads to shouts
letting the scream linger and shouts fade into the quiet of a
whisper.
think and consider whisper, scream, and shout |
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colors vivid and bright,
blurring as you look deeper into the light.
Look with longing and desire
your will softening under her beautiful fire
Glamourous gaze locking you in place
easily your heart begins to race.
Will she ask?
Will I complete the task?
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come to me
step from shadow to light
come close without fear
i do not bite
shiver from love not fright
come to me
and learn what is and is not right
come to me
to listen to assume your position
come to me
look deeper
eyes open
thoughts flowing like water in the sea
come to me my dear
come to me so i see you clear
come to me
come to find the strongest ties that bind
come to me
as i take over your mind
thoughts clearer
mindful and arranged
come to me
no longer are we estranged
come to me
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sitting here in the dark
wondering where the year will lead
how many have been lost
how many more squandered to the fear
to the flaundering of acts with intentions
hold on to the night
wrap yourself within its darkness
let the chill of the sunless sky fill you
here in this world there is a heat
here in this darkness there is light |
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walk with me, to see
speak to me to hear
come closer to be inhaled by hugs
a memory that will always claim
a moment to hold under penalty of pain
it is the final minutes
will the last shreds of anger follow into
the begining of the next?
why was the last day filled with
that emotion?
Good bye
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Guided i am
uncertain of my future
inspired, and enveloped
destined to be.
entranced, and enchanted
devotion surfaces |
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Yes
Yielding i bent, thankful for Her gift sent.
Enchanted i was, with Her siren's song
Shrouded i lay within Her words
Yes
Yearning inflamed by Her slightest whisper
Ecstacy for a search now over.
Success in accepting my fate.
Yes
Yoked i have been, but spirit not broke.
Eager i await, knowing thoughts will elope.
Slipping under, my heart pulsates
Yes is my reply
Yes the only word seen by my eye
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She is mine, in thought not form.
She is destined to be,
She will be my vessel to the sea.
To contain me on my voyages,
bringing me safely to harbor.
Majesticly she glides, lady where
my heart resides. I am her owner,
and controller, yet she holds my
future.
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Take a walk with me if you dare.
Step back to a time when things seemed
special, or rare. Walk in the steps of youth.
See with eyes wide, and clear. Watch
without the glasses clouded with time. Enjoy
the rhythms, and rhymes. Emotions stored
due to dignity, and custom released for
dances of smiles, and joy. Return to when
we all were just girls, and boys. Follow to
this place, enjoy as memories ignite the infernos of the past.
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Journals:
Personal, documentation, communication?
Wishes, a changed world, another path well so much for wishes. We have what we have,
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April arrives with pranks, and laughter.
The heat, and sweat arrives closely after.
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Caressed by the closeness
Orbiting in the high
Longing to please,
Learning the other
Assured in its place
Resembling the symbol |
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Read and relax or relax and read
Read the words upon the page
Eyeing the thoughts, your mind now engaged.
Attuned, to the rhythm and pace.
Drifting down with each moment of time.
Drawing you within, as you comprehend and descend.
Relax as it is revealed, your mind slows as thoughts slow, images congeal.
Entranced further down you go, concerns echo weak and hollow.
Lethargic, your body now sits , as contented sighs through enclosed minds rise.
Alarms not needed, as you accept the phrases mentally seated.
X, the last you see, your thoughts now deleted.
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time
transforms, instructs, magnifies, enlightens
time is the transformer of us all. It may test and tease us, with insight of mind and heart.
time instructs by observation, and experience both mild and intense.
time magnifies the moments of great joys, and pains. Muting their echoing refrain.
time enlightens the past, if we only accept the view.
time's travel is what makes you uniquely you |
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SURRENDER
Slip into its delicious embrace.
Unleashing your worries, and fears.
Relaxing, and following as thought slows
Relishing the calm, and delightful descent.
Enticed by the approaching acceptance
Narrowing of focus, of world is an easy skill
Descending down to depths, you accept as resistance is nill.
Enter the realm of pleasurable thought, wanting only to follow and please.
Realize the joy from words you gently sway.
Surrender is easier day by day |
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arms
within your arms there is shelter from harm
within your voice is the soinds of silk
within your eyes is the darkness of the universe
within your laugh are the joys of ages
within the beating of your heart is the rhythm of a day's cycle
within your smile is the soothing serene greeting of each day
within your kiss is the kindling of a blaze of passion
within your care is the caress of compassion
within your care is the attraction of amour
within your care is the result of being ones unique self
within your care is the enjoyment of each new facet seen in the carving of life
within your care is the consuming carress of love |
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"Touched by a muse." I wonder who knows the name of Danny's muse?
My muse is here, her touch has been felt. Through tearless and silent cries she has prodded these seeds of myself to be delivered to the world. Her wound though invisible, is keenly felt. Through it the exchange of a fleeting thought that will now be bound to this page. This is the price I pay to have it revealed, saved, and shared. Thought once
mentally contained, now digitally delivered. Emotions that are silently felt, are expressed here in words which have wonder, and meaning, which even I can not decipher.
Muse:
Motivated, moved by instinct, or more.
Uncovering a treasure guarded from one and all.
Seavering a part of ones core.
Exchanging a seed of self to the illumination of life. |
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Sharing
The tenderness of thought that is shared,
the depth of emotion that is reached.
Combined into a mixture that is unique,
and transforming. Searching within to find truths, to find definitions creates a pain that is searing, and a pleasure that is exotic.
Motivation, inspiration, unleached upon a
santuary. It pulls breath, and siphons energy,
It is the sharing. |
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TOUCH
Terrorizing the transformation takes hold
Obliterating the past into the new, and bold.
Unable to restrain the desires of this dark burning flame. Constantly the need echos as you tear forth caring no longer needed for support. Humanity now loss, and hjope a distanly echoing refrain. The touch was the first, and the last thought. The touch was the gift, and power she had brought. This craving, the only part of him that remained.
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Calm still and loved
Clarity of thought and purpose
Attention to focus, and free from distraction
Learning of depths attainable, leaving fear
Molding of mind and body.
Surrender to the need, the desire, the depth
Touching that pinnacle of purpose
Instincts directing, delivering, delights
Layering lessons upon lessons
Love lifting higher while sinking below
Levels of life that one attains
Offerings that one bestow
Visions of ones growth
Excited in the completion of steps
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Step into my world my friend.
Relax as the rules of reality I do suspend.
Return to times of youth and rhymes,
to a place where the better imagination
created and won the race. Read words descriptive, and vivid as you endeavor to comprehend, how you let the joy of childhood end. Come run, laugh and play as memories transport you back to the day. Hear sounds of music, and voices in song, feel the joy of summer days warm and long.
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The beauty of the day is often lost as we grow older. The beauty of birth. The beauty of union finally achieved. The bonds of heart, of thought and deed. In the youthful joys, anticipation builds towards this annual event. The measure of time, of growth through the steps that we all take, combining to lengthen into an individual's time line.
Happy Birthday
High hopes for the coming year.
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A touch, a bonding that is momentary or eternal. The multitude of levels that it communicates is encompassing. Tenderness, softness, to strick and severe. We are individuals separated in solitude, without touch. We continue our travel through the sea of life. |
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watch the turning of the day. let the world expand and reveal a bit more treasure in the truths that people say. silently reject those lies that are produced by the twisted tongues of spin doctors, and above all strive to propel truth in thought and acts even though those may be your legacy hidden in the darkened word encased by the lies to the governed.
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An old thought from an im:
In the eyes of love is found the source.
In the heart of love beats the source
In the words of love songs of delight resound.
In the moments that are captured love last.
Suspended it remains neither growing nor
dwendling.
In the mind love slowly ignites, will it consume? Will it blossom, and bloom?
end of this portion
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walk in the light of love
bathe in the waters of passion
recline upon the cushion of care
as you inhale the fragrant air
touched with thought an ember glows
consuming the surroundings as it
graduates farther in its journey to flame
sparks, smoke, ember, flame of fire
each level it eventually attain's
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In times of life one finds: Passion pulling them deep within a heart, Surrounded by the powerful sound of life's flow. Listen to the soothing emotion seeping slowly into your soul bending it with the invisible force. Removing barriers, planting seeds in the field of your psyche. Fertilized by desires that seemed dormant or unknown. Like a child crying out for wants unfulfilled, the touch of realized needs stirs you, motivates you. |
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In the eyes of love is found the source.
In the heart of love beats the source.
In the words of love songs of delight resound
In the moments that are captured love last
suspended it remains neither growing nor
dwendling.
In the mind love slowly ignites, will it
consume? Will it blossom and bloom?
continued elsewhere :)
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OBEY
Orderly
Bound
Exoticly
Yearning
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