The Eucalyptic matrix penetrates
drawing forth with curling vapour
a landscape
a kaleidoscope,
my gaze is locked and I am a rocket.
Heaven palms my heart
this angelic celebrity of colour,
paved in golden birthing and now,
this skin, that folds and cups our soles
adorned with tiny birds and diamonds.
My mouth widens and I fall back into stars
swallowing eternity
sweeping in all that is
and clothing me
In
your
famous skin
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All That Glitters Is Not Gold
it is all just bullshit anyway.....
Your Brain is a Radio that Does What its Told
Haikus Senryus and Tankas about anything and everything
Poetry
musings on life | bits of psychology | attempts at poetry
In other countries individuals go to jail and/or die for weblogging. While the bulk of this country makes the internet an extention of T.V.
Scripting the desires that are soul deep
poetry that speaks to you
The Poetry Monarch.
Life, death, and everything in between
Texas Outlaw Poet
Darkness, delusion, smeared with a stick of butter and laughter. Words collide, they bring forth death!
Pain goes in, love comes out.
well, come on in. bite. chew. spit.
He started Writing, The paper started speaking...
Silver Poetry 
Your poems are a gift, Poet.
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well thank you.
i was just thinking how writing poetry is just about the only thing that immediately transports me or expands me from within the confines of my skin….
i miss your words, been too busy. i am coming over
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Your poetry transports me too… if writing can do that, I think we have gone to a true place.
Nothing new at my site really. Working on some longer fiction, not posting much.
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glad to hear you are working on longer fiction… like a carrot to this donkey!
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I even finished it! Just having people look at it now.
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good WORK! o my fingers are tingling!
its good isn’t it 🙂 rhetorical question
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It’s special, I think.
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I want to read it very much. please make sure you let me know when i can. I am asking that I am not forgotten in the crowd
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Just a brilliant pairing of words and drawing.
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appreciated , as always, your sweet observation
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