Monthly Archives: August 2015

Orchestration

The fast little runner who couldn’t see in the dark There I am The trees don’t know who I am The fast little runner who fell in the dark Maybe it will be happy The way it was supposed to … Continue reading

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There I am

On the crisp cool night When I didn’t love myself She was a gunslinger and he had friends high on the shelf They left his personality As the nights were alone Away from the group he was Yet he remained … Continue reading

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free to fly high.

Cafuné: to run your fingers through your lovers hair; one of the few words that cannot be translated into English from Brazilian-Portugese She’s nothing like I’ve ever experienced Her with that “hippie-girl” smile The inner dilemma of an over-proportioned brilliance … Continue reading

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dark perspectives

Black beauty ego has gone too far An aroma of sadness in fool’s paradise My eyes sting in other people’s stares Because loneliness seeps through a series of vanity cares Black beauty ego has not done enough Bitter and apprehensive … Continue reading

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Day 13- Day 14

A poem a day, for 14 days. My aim is to put down on paper what I see and what I feel in the best and simplest way                                                               – Ernest Hemingway =13= Thank you for being there. Light– in there I … Continue reading

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