Tuesday Apr 06, 2004

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severed from my wings i am human again, i taste the subliminal poisons of annihilated seed. the congestion of feelings.

i have fallen from my heaven, my love-realm, with muddy wings, barely remembering the metabolism of paradise. i who try and outsmart death with visions of transcendence, have only outsmarted myself.

who rebels against the worm? if i allow the images to reform without endless...
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starisea:

"Everything comes to be through fate and
existing things are connected through this
turning in opposite directions.

All things are full of souls & daimons... "

~ HERACLITUS

Love to you, sunlight dancer. Come visit me sometime . . .

kiss

monovox:

the slow long itch builds. so quiet at first that it is mistaken for a breeze. a needed fix waiting in the flutter of butterfly wings. turning to strainlistening in soft revery, it's gone but not and impossible to tell inside or out. residual echo coincides and vibrates with the pulse, the pulse with the heart, the heart with the light and the light with the wings spread wide like a receiver beseeching the sky to receive redemption.

it comes again. more than a whisper, the anticipating breath carries volumes. trembling trigger squeezing slowly upon deeply embedded delicate cords. The heavy vibration of densely rooted desire lifts through it's imprisonment and strains against hearts ramparts. sharp shudder inhale in hard the warm iron taste and wet moss tone. gulp down hard restraint and send searching on all fours in the wet earth for strength of sight the rising bone fragments and worms of long buried dreams ooze through revealed in torn bleeding fingers.

eyes closed embrace and release, seep out of thought and the whispers grow building and layering upon each other. wrapping warm the love and knowledge of deep and long history without regard to death. the ancient woven shared paths flash in frame stop motion heart flutter and warmth opiate flooding the mind, caressing the head and gently soothing the taught tension. cooing softly once again whispers. release...redemption. pray to keep this and hold it tight as a talisman...like a black feather sewn above the heart for which the wind carries angels flight forever.

Tuesday Mar 16, 2004

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as we let go of attachment, our spiritual philosophy provides the bridge for transtion to other worlds. does anyone want to practice astral time travel with me?
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keverfever:

you are too smart. don't hurt yourself.

desmobile:

hi you! from le puy en velay and living in NYC? eeek

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Wednesday Jan 07, 2004

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XII DEATH: A woman cloaked, carrying a curved blade, an apple tree in the background with a spider hanging out in its intricate web. She is holding an apple out in front of her.

This card usually signifies that we have reached the end of a developmental process it is time to re-identify ourselves. Give up on old attitudes, opinions, and convictions that do not...
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monovox:

last night the stars were so clear that I thought I could touch them. The air and everything everything else was crisp and bright. I looked deep into the sky, meditating on your light. A shooting star came through and whisked me up, transporting me to you. kiss

m0ngrel:

your words are really great... thanks!
love kiss

Saturday Dec 27, 2003

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If I made my bed alone would you believe me? If I never made my bed then would you believe me?

I have just begun to discover something I call memes. Actually the phrase was coined by some British biologist named Dawkins in year I was born. He seemed to think it should mean: a unit of information carried from one person to another. This...
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_v_:

it took you long enough
he he

hellwood:

i'm a smiple guy and have one question myself,
if a man is alone in the woods, and he speaks, and there is no woman there to hear him, is he still wrong???
oh just wondering

elwood

have you ever been to Carantan, and if so do you know anyone there?
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From monovox

My beautiful angel of light
the fire dragon that sparks my soul
the moon that commands my seas
the one that truly sees

Friday Dec 05, 2003

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ciao!

my spirit-blood-marrow moves as the infinite seas, fulfilling its mission in the interlinking of current with all life.

we will have less impoverishment when we account for ourselves and our effect on every other living creature.

and so love begets love.
kissnisi
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filmme:

Well said.

lucky1336929:

ah man, i was gonna say that exact same thing in MY journal. i guess i'll just write about the workmen in my building waking me up at the crack of dawn for the last 10 days instead. biggrin


anyway, nice to meetcha. smile