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 Sunday, November 14th 2004
Remember the Day
With my last breath
I will shelter you
Though the storms come
I will bear the winds More >
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Monday, November 8th 2004
Wall of Doubt
From the depths, I look within,
I gaze upon a prison of my own construct
The dark windows and cold floors
Engulf me
Freeze me
Swallow up all the light More >
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Saturday, November 6th 2004
Wanderer
What would you say to a wanderer if he came upon your door? More >
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 Friday, November 5th 2004
Polished Stone
The ocean lay serene and calm
A precious jewel in God's palm.
Meandering, I walk alone,
Finding shell and polished stone. More >
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 Monday, November 1st 2004
Her Name is Zelda
Her name is Zelda and she is a New Ager
Has a collection of rocks and a hot-pink Call Pager
Candles she buys by the gross when on sale
She professes to get headaches when crossing the veil More >
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Saturday, October 16th 2004
The Black Raven Sails
The tattered forms walked the rotten scow
Wind blew the sails and rocked the bow
Ghosts of the Black Raven were aboard
A filthy crew and haunted hoard More >
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 Tuesday, October 12th 2004
A Gem Along the Path
On this path of life
I can see stones along the way
Here and there, they lay
I pass them by, one by one
All of them are good stones
For the most part More >
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 Saturday, October 9th 2004
The Raven King
Rascaminous raven squires his gleaming coat
His eyes flashing in golden reflected sunrises
Holding the wind up in his wandering circles
And swooping strafes by the seeded fields More >
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Monday, October 4th 2004
Earth Mother
Earth Mother I feel you in my soul
Pulsing
Swaying
Your energy swings me to far places
I ride your waves of joy and sorrow
I rest in your warm soft embrace at night More >
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 Monday, September 27th 2004
I am a Chrysalis
By Marissa A Spencer
I am a chrysalis closed tight
Embraced by a thin shell
As I grow, twist, evolve
I see the world beyond my haven
Colored by crisp blues and greens
Pressing against the walls More >
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Sunday, September 12th 2004
Perhaps
Perhaps there are no words
No feelings sublime enough More >
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 Monday, September 6th 2004
Picture made for me a few years ago by my son Benjamin.
Once Undiscovered
I awoke hearing the muttering
It had always been there
But for some reason
I was deaf to it More >
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Sunday, September 5th 2004
Look unto the Stars
I heard your heart a-whispering
In the sighing breeze
No turn or twist along the path
Would bring you close to me More >
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Saturday, August 28th 2004
The Frost
When frost is scraped from a frigid window
There remains a shadow of each stroke
And when your back is turned
The ice forms again More >
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Thursday, August 26th 2004
Where Does He Walk?
Where does this man walk, shadows before him?
Where are his thoughts, what goes afore him?
How will he choose the course that he follows,
Stuck in his own selfish maze he now wallows? More >
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Monday, August 16th 2004
Time Stops
Will time ascend?
Or retreat if we sit quietly?
I sense a change
I watch the hours creep
Then they fly by with no sense.
When I close my eyes
Time stops More >
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Friday, August 13th 2004
my first attempt to writing a song... gotta get to that book I got... ;-)
Let Me Surrender
Surrender,
Tell me that you want me to surrender.
Tell me that you want me forever.
Surrender….
Surrender….
Oh, let me surrender! More >
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Monday, August 9th 2004
I have to look at this sort of thing with an accepting eye, but sometimes...it is very distracting!
From The Flames
Will I be sent to fiery madness?
For it would be easier than this.
Your hand reaches from the flame
The blasting furnace blinds me More >
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Sunday, August 8th 2004
Soon
You are waiting aren’t you?
When will I finally understand?
So patient More >
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Saturday, August 7th 2004
No Magic
I heard it muttered that there is no magic in the world
The slamming doors of imagination closed in
And they stood there alone in the cold. More >
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Friday, August 6th 2004
Am I Haunted?
Perhaps I am haunted.
Are there two shadows by my side?
Whose whispers do I hear?
Is it you who is inside? More >
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 Tuesday, August 3rd 2004
painting named Pan Psyche by Burne Jones
Lost Forever
Release me not wild,sweet Pan
I feel in the wind the heart of a man More >
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Monday, August 2nd 2004
Points of Light
Summer's eve, as the twilight darkened.
The stars did make their welcome, More >
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Sunday, August 1st 2004
The Midnight Ride
She batted her eyes and smiled winsomely,
While the storm raged outside.
The fire was warm as he turned so handsomely,
Hoping for a midnight ride.
To gallop the freezing night away,
Crying aloud, giving in full sway.
As his eyes opened wide,she had nothing to hide,
And they rode till the break of day. More >
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 Saturday, July 31st 2004
Let Go
The darkness sleeps
I can feel the cool, soft air
It is breathing, slowly
How the light seems harsh! More >
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