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Thank god it's MUSEday!: On the wings of Sunlight

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Thank god it's MUSEday! A little benign contemplation. 20 April, 2010. On the wings of Sunlight. Those dark clouds in my head part, ever so sweetly. As you cut a little square in them, so bright, so pure. In pour a million droplets of sun-dew, like hope, like cure. Taking me - engulfing, wholly, so completely. Like a child I dance and run in that light, ever so bright. Like a mother I hold it, cradling little feet, so soft. Like a feather I sway, I fly on the wings of sunlight. 28 April 2010 at 2:35 PM.

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Thank god it's MUSEday!: June 2009

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Thank god it's MUSEday! A little benign contemplation. 18 June, 2009. Purple mists amass an orange piano, sky high. The blue stretch of bleak soil slowly sways. Flocks of red snakes glide about - euphoric, vicious. The grey sun sneaks out and shatters into sparks of cold dew. Can you smell the bells? Can you hear the pain? Will you feel the sunshine and will you fold the wind? As my slumber concludes with salt on my lashes. Or will you be immersed in reading and mostly smiling? Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).

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Thank god it's MUSEday!: Wisps of Smoke

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Thank god it's MUSEday! A little benign contemplation. 12 February, 2009. Hail a cab, light a cigarette,. A sigh, a wish, some vain regret. Wisps of smoke circle around me,. They twist, they twirl, they mock at me. A smoke-face curls up, looks me in the eye,. Amused, bemused, he scowls and I die. Sarcastic silence shrieks out of a grueling gaze,. Berates and picks at the sins I cannot erase. Dazed with denial and clouded with rage,. Gradually dissolve amidst wisps - my only aid, only sage.

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Thank god it's MUSEday!: Illusion

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Thank god it's MUSEday! A little benign contemplation. 27 December, 2008. Flesh and bones melt into pulp,. As I lay here torn, numb and slump. My head feels like it was cut and sewn,. Lost something i thought i truly owned. Sliced my psyche open - to give him all,. Am rewarded with woe and pain and gall. Blink perennial to make it vaporize,. It's placid - but then i realize. My scooped out soul lingers about,. Runs amuck and tries to shout. Awaken to the surrender gagging in my brain,. Will you feel the ...

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Thank god it's MUSEday!: My Wretched Dilemma

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Thank god it's MUSEday! A little benign contemplation. 05 October, 2008. Streams of tears on the bathroom floor,. Headaches, heartaches and then some more. Staring unflinching into the dark void,. Figure this, Mister Sigmund Freud! Hollow rhetorics to an extinct conscience,. Beware, look out, be careful, be cautious. In vain, we weep, me and my core fragile,. Both wise to the unceasing debate futile. Saddled with self-denial, a hunt for petty lucidness,. Fluctuating yet surreal, this undying ruefulness.

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Thank god it's MUSEday!: April 2010

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Thank god it's MUSEday! A little benign contemplation. 20 April, 2010. On the wings of Sunlight. Those dark clouds in my head part, ever so sweetly. As you cut a little square in them, so bright, so pure. In pour a million droplets of sun-dew, like hope, like cure. Taking me - engulfing, wholly, so completely. Like a child I dance and run in that light, ever so bright. Like a mother I hold it, cradling little feet, so soft. Like a feather I sway, I fly on the wings of sunlight. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).

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Thank god it's MUSEday!: A Ceded Chance

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Thank god it's MUSEday! A little benign contemplation. 16 September, 2009. He strides on earnest embers, designedly, decidedly. Charring, searing- his core, his soul. His hands still clutching that drilled decree,. With a stenciled smile, but those eyes, they told. Cut, stitched and scarred- cured yet healing,. The wound is gone but the pain is still reeling. She marvels at the volume of his emotion- so pure,. The wants, the denials, the tepid smiles, they lure. Exploring, deploring- his core, his soul.

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Thank god it's MUSEday!: September 2009

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Thank god it's MUSEday! A little benign contemplation. 16 September, 2009. He strides on earnest embers, designedly, decidedly. Charring, searing- his core, his soul. His hands still clutching that drilled decree,. With a stenciled smile, but those eyes, they told. Cut, stitched and scarred- cured yet healing,. The wound is gone but the pain is still reeling. She marvels at the volume of his emotion- so pure,. The wants, the denials, the tepid smiles, they lure. Exploring, deploring- his core, his soul.

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Thank god it's MUSEday!: Psycho

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Thank god it's MUSEday! A little benign contemplation. 04 September, 2008. Tears, sobs, no abeyance, none. Smiles, happiness, no bounds, none. Cook me a heart, Boil me a soul. Love me, take me, complete, whole. Perfect, vague, obscure, precise. The only thing that would ever suffice. Bake me a smile, Stir me a tickle. Lay sanity into life - fickle. Psycho - they dubbed him, belongs to me. Declares adjourn, can i let him be? Psycho - mine, i love him so. Buries desires, is gratified though.