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Powerful and painful.
Thoughts lurking in the corners of my awareness.
I am powerful,
My life has a purpose,
And I can be useful to someone.
I am worthwhile.
Fleeting feline kisses,
Hovering in my space,
Warm fish breath and rasping tongue,
Cleaning me like a babe.
The immersion of my reason in emotion,
Blurring my reaction,
Sitting in silent restless,
Pondering stillness.
Hoping to...
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Did I see you standing there?
Lately I have to wonder if I dreamed you.
Yet, still I ache and burn.
Waiting for my future to return.
And with it,
you,
In all your wonder,
To lead me home,
Burning in the hearth,
The light of life unknown,
And yet I know it well.
For in times past,
Witnessed in my slumber,
Though I be...
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This was Evelyn's reply to the E-mail I sent her.....



HI, I am writing to you because, quite frankly I am a little too afraid to try to call you again. I can not stand facing so much anger. I really value our friendship Evelyn, and I am hoping it will be able to continue. I love spending time with you, and I have alot...
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It is sunday and I am getting ready to go meet a friend for breakfast. She and I share a passion for making creative jewelry. I am going to this place called lazy janes, which is most excellent. They have home made food and the most scrumptious scones you will ever taste in your life. Still have not talked to Evelyn. She is out of...
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6:20 pm - Pissed off

The following is from today, April 5th

Well I tried to call Evelyn, and as expected she sounded cold and pissed off. I guess maybe, I should let her call me if and when she is ready. I took the chance though. Because, I need for us to still be friends. I want her in my life. I have gotten...
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From Monday April 4th

will update more later, had a very very confusing evening. Evelyn and I almost crossed over from friends to lovers last night. Still smell her perfume on my clothes, as I have not been home yet. In the place, smelling bakery and listening to music that is NOT helping. Mostly old jazz love ballads. Killing me, just killing me. More later....
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There is no more lonely feeling than being right next to someone, feeling the heat from their body rising up, right next to you, and yet feeling a million fucking miles away from them. It is beyond agony, it is beyond endurance. I do not want to be with someone, just to be with Someone. I know that feeling. I know it well. I have...
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The stones of sun shining out of the night,
Like fire igniting my souls flames.
Pass over me, oh bringer of harm and devastation,
I am not in your grip any longer.
I can break free to sing the song of the stones.
I alone will determine my path.
You have no hold on me.
I am and will always be,
Free.
Free,
To sing,...
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Never on a sunday.Poetry in motion.
all poetry is the sublimest form of seduction.
Twisting, turning, mind and body are yearning,
yearning for the one who unites the flame of our souls.
like water on a parched tongue,
your presence fills me and makes me feel,
satiated.

SAE

wow what a day, I have awoken to yet more snow and it is now march, what the hell is up with that ? Will update more later, need to drain the dogs bladder.