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There is no light in the air tonight The whispering echos remisncent of a voice Telling me a story I heard so many times before Beyond rhe horizon there's an acacia Its magic leaves fanning to create the wind The rustling becomes a longing murmur-- a lullaby to bird and beast It tells of a dream nesting in its deepest core The everlastin hope that feed its roots The fanning leaves also keep the tree's secrets And yet they open its heart to those who dare to listen The story is long and sweet as the acacia's sap A wondrous song to make the traveller dream.

Am i missing something else The potion of hex, the needle of dreams The round about travel to the missing core Dancing, breaking and singing verses The notion of time still standing Painting my many thought with its green pallor The sounds of the sea in a seashell Has been known to say more Than a loved ones gazing silence The end

hey you there, don't let fear distract you my fear is your fear, it's not the daily hunger for the daily bread it isn't shame, it isn't loneliness, it isn't anger but the fear to move and move again to leave the dead behind dancing with the dead is not courage, nor is emptiness those that feed the sweetness of anger, regret, resentment serve not their heart but swiftly punish their soul-- let death come one drop at time with every dose of conformation "let the dead bury their dead" really means "let the fearful use all their gifts to build a mausoleum of unfulfilled comfort."

i dreamed a funeral--the mocking faces of mourners to and fro gesticulating the grief of the dispassionate-- their sounds echoing a cacophony of pretense false emotion in an empty symphony of solitude a cadaver dragged by a stream of words floated before me, his eyes reflecting a clear sky, a gaze that struggled to speak from behind the walls of his prison of thoughts mourners shrouded in a garb of hunger danced around ejecting words with no meaning their dance the joyous darkness of deceit stained the air with the smug flavor of indifference only the corpse shed tears from his distant perch too late to leave a dance that broke his spirit too late to enjoy the gift that was bestowed upon him too late to see beyond the trappings of his comfort.

Hi G---. This card is based on a journey taken by the questionnaire alone. This is a path that requires that person to become 'Hermit-like' and seek answers from within, they must listen to that all important inner voice, trust in their own intuition and find the answers they seek without outside guidance or intervention. In order to achieve inner peace one must take what they have learned from others and from life experience, (both good and bad), and turn it into their own personal wisdom. This can never be from another, but can only be acquired from within. This is a solitary journey that is taken alone and much of the world is shut out. This path can feel like a dark cave, but after the knowledge has turned itself into personal wisdom, life resumes, and all is there as it was before one left it. However it may be viewed from a different, calmer perspective.

i lost a rib, two or three the breath of life hidden in a thought the jagged jab from inside out the broken rhythm of my heart echoing on a wall of nostalgic desires

camina caminante que se te pierde el camino camina caminante que te pierdes en el sino camina caminante que un nuevo camino te espera camina caminante que tu corazón impera.

let me remember before I dream the artifice of my nightly longing takes form, volume and sounds in the games of my imagination the force of an energy, of soul and spirit converges to create my nightly play let me remember; let me put words to my desire the wanting sounds that echo in my core the hide and seek of my emotions projected against the mirror my spirit casts to create, if for a second, the possibility of a dream. let me remember--let this dream take shape and form.

in a dream a shadow in a dream a feeling in a dream a vision in a dream a sense in a dream a touch in a dream a feeling in a dream a desire in a dream a fantasy in a dream a dream

walk the path, don't look back it bifurcates, diverges, converges the hours of man, the seasons of nature the infinite nature of the universe immutable mutations in time and space the chain reactions in a realm of possibilities let your imagination be as expansive as space let your words guide your reality there is no limit to the many combinations of words and sounds, senses, power and energy that make up the language of love.

Pay attention around whom your energy increases or decreases; thats the universe giving you a hint of who you should embrace or stray from.

walking around, the city light the incongruous symmetry of every city block the multiplication of doors and windows overwhelming the senses, all closing and opening like the eyes and mouths of some mythical creature a beast slithering its shadow over the city covering every surface to reveal a west side sunset while the east side is a clickity clack of steps drumming against the pavement the city lives--shapes my imagination the countless stream of words that build my thoughts are laden with the sounds and visions of the city the lights go on and off, the traffic floods the city while dwellers stretch themselves to swallow the imagination that fills the belly of this microcosmic metropolis I walk around and my steps get lost in the dream of words the gestation of sounds and images that haunts my very core the reflections of an artificial forest of lampposts, cornices, souls running away with a nostalgia of a possibilities.

Hi G-- Is love appearing in your dreams? Pay attention to the cards that surround this Page, this card can indicate good news, a new love or some information coming your way that will uplift you. There is a childish innocence around you when this card appears. Perhaps you have been through a tough time and just want to be light-hearted and have fun; others are drawn to your innocence and naivety as you are not currently oppressed by worldly issues. You are willing to help others in any way you can and give of your time freely. You may be feeling kind, considerate and generous. Happiness is contagious! When you are happy, you wish the same for everyone around you. Perhaps you are the one sending out positive messages, invitations to celebrations or just getting in touch with friends and family to arrange a reunion. Love yourself, you are amazing!

the constellation breaks in the twilight reflections of light against the deepest of space and I wonder how you shift in the light and shadows the waves break against the shore, the wind that comes and goes the sun creates sparkling shapes far, far in the far away and I wonder how you manage to blend in with the horizon the moon dances with the burning stars the firmament holds the many worlds of dreams, the light and darkness and I take the words that drive my dreams to go in search of you

I was ready to write something but I forgot words there were several images converging and a feeling or two a verse with images and several verbs and some loose adjectives lost behind my thoughts I forgot again and again and just remember that I thought I'd write.

break the fall and jump again, again and again find the will to play the game, to take plunge again and again break the web that paints the pattern that stands between you and the game play the game again and again, leave the broke behind find the will to enjoy the plenitude hold the hand that hides and take the plunge play, play the game and jump again, again and again

Hi G****  You arrive at the path of the crafty fox... The Sevens represent relationship conflicts caused by the choices you make. . The Minor Arcana represents your choices and actions throughout the realization of your destiny. The Swords usually indicate a struggle or conflict, or a possible decision that you'll make about separating from your past attachments. There is a desire to find the truth that will shed light on your situation, so you'll act on it and find closure. Orestes Walks the Path of the Crafty Fox Orestes's mother and her lover murdered his father. Apollo (Sun God) told Orestes that in order to revenge his father's death, it was his duty to kill his mother. Incognito, Orestes, dressed in a dark hooded cloak, arrives at the black palace doorway in Argos! There is a Crescent Moon beaming in the sky. Crescent Moons represent endings, but also new beginnings. Nearby mountains represent that Orestes is very close to achieving a personal goal b...

tell me a word, just a word the last or the first an echo of a letter the moment of sounds tell me, just tell me the end or beginning the wonders of knowing springing for roots not too many, enough the bursting alphabet of empty dripping on questions beating on the walls of distance.

Let me sleep once more The dream of love in winter's springing The dream of love in fall time falling The dream of love in summer breezes The dream of love beyond my dreaming The dream of a love that awakens Yeah

why are white boys so easy, so hungry for cock the darker the cock, the greater their itch the hide behind their whiteness they hide behind their clothes the clean cut white boys their butts itching for cock I meet them all over, daylight or night fall just show them my cock, and their knees to the floor they go down at the sauna, their house or back stairs they go down behind closed doors or out in the park the beach or the park lot, in the car or the rest stop their hole hungers, they can't stand it they love to go away with their hole nice and loaded they seek for the guido, the negro or latino they're hungry so hungry as their loneliness grows stronger of they love my dark cock, his dark cock and that other their hole can take it, it takes it all night slap them, ignore them, make them feel just like crap (they think it's a game--they don't see how we use them better yet, let them think they're in control) let them have this all over and thei...

hey, there, there's a voice, there's a voice that's more that a word hey there, you with the shut down heart hey, hey you, yeah you who wants to hear silence hey that voice can't be forgotten, that voice, that voice coming from deep within that's the voice coming from your heart didn't you know?

me limpio, me baño, me miro en el espejo es la rutina diaria--el cepillarse los dientes, el lavarse las manos sin pensarlo, ya mecánicamente, me meto al metro y en este vaivén de ese diario vivir también voy dejando palabras, pensamientos inquietos cómo escapo esa voz cuyo eco reverbera día, noche y atardecer en cada crepúsculo que pasa, albas que despiertan mi ser? "¿Cómo, me pregunto, cómo callar esa voz? ¿cómo limpiar esa corriente de palabras inexpresadas, ese turbulentoo deseo de decirlo todo, de quedarme vacío, sin una palabra más?

“At the temple there is a poem called "Loss" carved into the stone. It has three words, but the poet has scratched them out. You cannot read loss, only feel it.” -- Arthur Golden, Memoirs of a Geisha

"One has to love fiercely in order live and die with a broken heart, don't you agree?"

Hi G***. You arrive at the path of pondering your current position and making a difficult decision . . . The Tarot card sevens represent waiting to make a decision or making a difficult choice. The Seven of Pentacles indicates making a difficult choice that will impact your current situation. Should you stay the course or change direction? Should you relax in the safety of a stable life or should you leap into the unknown, hoping for the success of increased wealth, fame or a heartfelt personal goal that is very important to you? Daedelus is Tempted by a New Offer Daedelus, having survived ruin (Five of Pentacles) with the aid of King Minos (Six of Pentacles), is being offered a job by Queen Pasiphae, King Minos' wife. This job would require Daedelus to betray King Minos, but he would gain the favor of the sea god Poseidon who is angry at King Minos for not sacrificing the white bull. Although he has regained his reputation and does not lack money, Daedelus wonders if he mi...

me gusta soñar en un día día de vaivén, en invierno o verano en el árbol con la luna posada en su rama seca en la sequedad del invierno, ese frío tierno que quema la sien caliente aún más que el calentar de mi cuerpo en la larga mañana y eterno atardecer de otro verano pienso en los cuentos de ayer, de la gente en islas de mares lejanos sus palabras la clave para entender cuadrados, círculos y trapezoides cuentos de hadas, espíritus y demonios el mar que se va, se va y viene cantando su suave ritmo sus palabras a la luna y al rio que lo enamora todo es un recuerdo, la vida, la muerte, el amor que perdura todo es recuerdo en palabras que se sienten, lejos y cerca en la piel y el pensamiento palabras no más que sílabas que perduran en un eco

f You Forget Me -Pablo Neruda I want you to know one thing. You know how this is: if I look at the crystal moon, at the red branch of the slow autumn at my window, if I touch near the fire the impalpable ash or the wrinkled body of the log, everything carries me to you, as if everything that exists, aromas, light, metals, were little boats that sail toward those isles of yours that wait for me. Well, now, if little by little you stop loving me I shall stop loving you little by little. If suddenly you forget me do not look for me, for I shall already have forgotten you. If you think it long and mad, the wind of banners that passes through my life, and you decide to leave me at the shore of the heart where I have roots, remember that on that day, at that hour, I shall lift my arms and my roots will set off to seek another land. But if each day, each hour, you feel that you are destined for me with implacable sweetness, if each day a flower ...

my ruminations are focused on spiritual underdevelopment--more specifically, the type of spirit that is driven by self satisfaction; we see examples of this on people we observe trying to always gain an advantage over other, regardless of how small or insignificant -- unfortunately, many confuse this type of behavior with ambition -- but it isn't ambition. It's a predatory instinct that continues to drive these lesser developed spirits. You see this on the individual who will cheat you out of a dollar here and there--although that dollar will make no difference in the state of his financial affairs; we see it in the individual who must always get his or her way with others--they gain an inner satisfaction from manipulating those they see as weaker--and these are the same spirits who perceive generosity as a weakness to exploit. You often see this in "friends" who are always ready to let you pay their way, or who will wait for you to pay their way, although they have t...