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Skywriter Skywriter
write me a poem…
i’ve been through the wringer
i feel so alone
i wish i could grow wings
and fly far Away
to ocean horizons where
the Albatross play
i wish i could sprout wings
and fly high above
soar like an Eagle
till I find my true love
feet have grown heavy
legs cannot stand
body is too weary
to stay in this land
Skywriter Skywriter
carve me out a sweet song
sing me a tune
that I may carry on.
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Filtered Clip-art…
based on
The Science Of Sleep – Silence is Sexy
you may come
in many shades of colors
thousand different dreams
thousand different modes
thousand different lands
day into night.
I want you
wearing your emotions
in your own expressions
when robes are cast
to the dawn..
veins to veils
blood from the well
arteries artillery
body to body
mood to mood
flags take flight
naked of the night.
Little Miss Understood
kneeling down before
the emperors new thrown…
his scarves fly in the wind
his shadows scuttle upon the walls
his scattered projection
his intentions unworthy
across foggy mirrored landscapes.
Little Miss Understood
the road you rode in on
waits, shakes,
frowned and uncrowned
‘gives his harness bells a shake’
Little Miss Understood
mount the road once travelled
with your mysteries uncoiled
and let it all go.
tapping against a window pane
rustling silken curtains
caressing bedroom dressings…
Temptation grips the linen
try to catch invading night
tiny little quakes
dream invite the night
The sun won’t need to know
no one needs to know
’till the dawn chases
night back beyond the trees.
Skywriter Skywriter
write me a poem…
i’ve been through the wringer
i feel so alone
i wish i could grow wings
and fly far Away
to ocean horizons where
the Albatross play
i wish i could sprout wings
and fly high above
soar like an Eagle
till I find my true love
feet have grown heavy
legs cannot stand
body is too weary
to stay in this land
Skywriter Skywriter
carve me out a sweet song
sing me a tune
that I may carry on.
Take flight filtered with GIMP and photoscape
source photo for “Take Flight”:
Meditation:
the realization that wakefulness is
where a mind forms freedom.
mind takes form
form of body,
body takes form
form of connecting,
connecting takes form
of being,
being takes form
form of emancipation.
emancipation of unreal ghostly formless dreams.
for what haunts in the night…
will continue to hold on
if not for the days work
on freedom.
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