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January 26, 2015

The Island

There is no sting as potent as this

My spirit calls out in muted tones

For a time I believed this was home

An island never sought by explorers

Not a precious mineral to be found

Lost to the star charts and maps

But a life exists there, and still

I am desire lost in a raging sea

The spent soul of a lover’s truth

Thrice burned and hard petrified

With bolts of hurricane lightning

Doused, defeated by the waves

To be alone a welcome respite

From this godless, empty place

I’ve nothing to embrace here

My letters i...

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Published on January 26, 2015 06:24

January 23, 2015

Fall

fall back into my arms and disarm

carried away by drolling centuries

returned to me by way of the sea


waking in ecstasy


as you collapse into my chest

scant memories of the fight

and a warrior who needs rest


distracted every dream


of this life and every other lived

the bitter years of your absence

they warn me of our immortality


holding your breath


a sign of the times and out of time

play for me your tireless rhythms

inhale me deeply and sing our song


until you fall back into my arms


disarmed


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Published on January 23, 2015 16:38

Seaside ~ Written With Holly

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under a sun like this one


the coast of somewhere


eyes reflecting the green sea


soft cinnamon sand


the waves begging me, stay


in a vortex of dancing rays


that light the shoals along the shore


breaking the color of my eyes and hair


���igniting the iridescent surface


startled at the beauty endless


insignificant, distance too great


to swim or glide to its ends


���sapphire ���seas climb the horizon


thundering horses flood


���the shore where mother of pearl


���hold������s the sound of the sea


beneath the alabaster...

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Published on January 23, 2015 13:45

January 22, 2015

Music Theme ~ Nostalgia: vinyl version

The delightful, Maddie chose our theme for this week. As usual, it ties in to real life. I don’t know what it is about these themes, but they almost always coincide with something that has happened during the week. This one is no exception.


Since I lost my entire music collection on Sunday, I decided to post some songs that I lost -the vinyl versions. Just so everyone knows, I may whine about this for quite some time. I am not a happy camper, and my nostalgia is through gritted teeth. It is pa...

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Published on January 22, 2015 07:22

January 21, 2015

A FAMILY IS…

Johnny Ojanpera:

This is so sweet. Thanks, Hasty!


Originally posted on hastywords:


Yesterday my friend Lisa and I were having a conversation about friendship.�� She makes me feel like I am part of her family and I realized how odd that is.�� It is odd because I have never actually met her, or her husband, or her children, and yet it is true��� I do feel like they are an important part of my life.�� I have decided to do something a bit different today and let 3 guests share my blog post today and...

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Published on January 21, 2015 07:47

January 20, 2015

Hard Drive Failure And Personal Recovery

It was Sunday morning. Time to figure out why the pc was acting funny.


After three hours of diagnostics, I determined that I was in the midst of a massive hard drive failure.


Here’s what I lost:


*20,000 + songs (my entire digital collection).

*Pictures and videos dating back to the mid-seventies.

*All of my art, digital and high res pictures of art I have sold and will never see again.

*All source files and photos from two previously published books.


The worst part:


*My writing: All files dating ba...

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Published on January 20, 2015 07:16

January 16, 2015

Rapture Calling ~ with Antanya St. John

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Bubblegum oblivion, counting sheep to stay alert

Tripping on these sensational arts a welcome fate

The pins and needles hold me in a universal state

Lightning bolt aware, senses flare, blank face inert


Push forward insistently, I’m quickening the pace

Minds learn, hearts yearn, tumescent in the heat

Nerves burn, emotions turn, I sense the inner beat

Restlessness won’t release, clouded chaotic space


Rocking back and forth on a knee-skinned rock bed

Outpacing my intensity as if it were death pose slow

I...

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Published on January 16, 2015 13:59

Child Of The Sunset

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Dear child of the sunset

Lady of anguish stilled

Dancer of bright moons

Upon whom we all gaze


Make haste, sing your song

Let it fill our atmosphere

Like a night-walk waltz

Dark won’t last too long


As suns, rise in your night

Let the emotion heal you

Every note consume you

Standing tall in our light


Gather up every shiny pearl

String them together to see

The beauty reflected so true

May the sunrise blush for you


-for my friend, Hasty . We’re all standing with you. :)


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Published on January 16, 2015 08:16

January 15, 2015

Music Theme ~ Shifting Winds

Bear was the lucky one who got to pick the music theme for this week. There are tons of songs about wind. It is a great subject for poetry since it is indifferent, invisible and never betrays its next move.






“So find out if you’re really spent


Find out if you’re out of wind


Wind out if you’re out of sin”



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Published on January 15, 2015 08:25

January 14, 2015

Phoenix with Butterfly Wings- Reborn

Johnny Ojanpera:

This is very good writing. Please visit the original. :)


Originally posted on Through the Fog poetry:



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I���m struggling, I���m fighting the good fight

Keeping myself up every damn night

I keep the twilight within me from healing

That roar within that dampens all feeling



The dark keeps screaming, yanking my hair

Fingers around my throat, I gasp for air

Blackness closing in, but it can���t take me

As my eyes close, my spirit begins to see���



I���m a phoenix with butterfly wings

As...

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Published on January 14, 2015 17:46