Sound & Emotion
Sitting tonight by the candle light I see
Her eyes flow with that soft glow, I search for the words;
I try to say I still love her... like before; but the words
It seems struck the wrong key beneath my heart beats overflow,
I try to smile but that look from her face says I know you.
Their from her seat...
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Sitting tonight by the candle light I see
Her eyes flow with that soft glow, I search for the words;
I try to say I still love her... like before; but the words
It seems struck the wrong key beneath my heart beats overflow,
I try to smile but that look from her face says I know you.
Their from her seat...
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maddy:
petiteparadox:
What a brilliant suggestion! Shopping for toys, almost as good as shopping for shoes...ok...I admit - better than shopping for shoes!
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sarahjane:
good luck with that!
elicit77:
Whoa, and I thought summer here in Sacramento was bad. Be careful and don't be macho and hang around outside. 
Blue Angel
The sky was Bible black in Lyon,
when I met the Magdalene.
She was paralyzed in a streetlight.
She refused to give her name.
And a ring of violet bruises,
They were pinned upon her arm.
Two hundred francs for sanctuary and she led me by the hand,
To a room of dancing shadows where all the heartache disappears
And from glowing tongues...
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The sky was Bible black in Lyon,
when I met the Magdalene.
She was paralyzed in a streetlight.
She refused to give her name.
And a ring of violet bruises,
They were pinned upon her arm.
Two hundred francs for sanctuary and she led me by the hand,
To a room of dancing shadows where all the heartache disappears
And from glowing tongues...
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annalee:
I found her, I think she was lost somewhere! What beautiful words up there.
Memories
It is our memories which keeps us rooted; from the darkness
that is nothing it rescues us from the deep, to open our eyes
for that escape from our nightmare to see the morning.
form these memories we know who we are as we attempt to paint the
picture for the future; but obscured by reflections from the past we stumble
and cry again...
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It is our memories which keeps us rooted; from the darkness
that is nothing it rescues us from the deep, to open our eyes
for that escape from our nightmare to see the morning.
form these memories we know who we are as we attempt to paint the
picture for the future; but obscured by reflections from the past we stumble
and cry again...
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mistidawn:
thank you
Carpe Noctem
You've broken me...
Forced me and ravaged me...
Never have I allowed anyone to defile my mind...
And penetrate my soul.
You've relentlessly raped my past...
And for that I hate myself...
I hate myself for letting you into my soul...
I hate you for forcing me;
I hate you for opening me up
And dispersing the shroud I built around me.
I...
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You've broken me...
Forced me and ravaged me...
Never have I allowed anyone to defile my mind...
And penetrate my soul.
You've relentlessly raped my past...
And for that I hate myself...
I hate myself for letting you into my soul...
I hate you for forcing me;
I hate you for opening me up
And dispersing the shroud I built around me.
I...
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annalee:
What an interesting journal! Thank you for the message the other day about my set
Hello my name is Christopher my profile already has the key points about myself
but in addition im non possessive personality and I enjoy making a woman laugh & scream;
I enjoy the simple special moments two might have when they care...
but in addition im non possessive personality and I enjoy making a woman laugh & scream;
I enjoy the simple special moments two might have when they care...
bluefromthesun:
Blue From The Sun