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In the quiet moments I take deep breaths, that turn into deep sighs, and an inconsolable grief percolates up from the depths of my being, I feel  sorrow and grief so unbearable I know not what it is or whence it comes. pause breathe   I cannot comprehend the enormity of this presence it is threatening […]

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And when you showed me the Bridge* in the morning, and me leaning on the lamppost wiping eyes, Nobody knew I cried or would have cared anyway slip on the water and fall down the stairs in the hall and the long line of chairs, And when you showed me long gold hair on a […]

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Bring me your shattered mind, your bruised and battered soul, and lay your weariness across my lap like swathes of silken cloth. Let me stroke the worn tapestry of your torn misery.   My strong smooth thighs hold you as you turn your face to nuzzle deep into my musky darkness. The ancient call and […]

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Sitting outside in the dark, bare feet pushed into the warm sand, I gaze up at the night sky and there is Venus sitting right in the lap of Scorpio. I think of you. The evening breeze gently cools my skin and suddenly I am there right beside you, on the rug in the garden, both of […]

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An author sits at a weathered table mission style in an alcove with leaded glass above light rain mists the light within, fountain pen clasped between fingers the ink flows on a sheet of paper calligraphy is a sensual expression an idea emerges intimate with it’s creator uncongealed in its quest wavy black lines on […]

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He was gazing at the long black smooth polished marble made rough by too many names inscribed, a war is a flood of tears amid the sacred joy of flagellation wrapped in a tattered flag of promise statues of combatants and names of generals, intimate diplomacy requires a compassionate heart but the fiery ball was […]

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Blind by L J Frank

It’s not easy waiting… patience may wear thin when you know the end of the Play is just that and nothing else, staying productive is a personal habit for the breath of the soul and the health of the mind. its easier to smile when not knowing a given moment fear and jealousy have few […]

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Context is the ambience the vocabulary of a framework a structure for understanding with tolerance waiting in the wings speculated and studied privacy is public and public is private events become armored when a dialogue arrives as a soliloquy and dogma closes the sanctuary door.   A passageway reveals once it’s opened but verisimilitude bewilders […]

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  Allegations collide nonlinear words drone against a plaster ceiling amiss is an adjective amid the theory & content of chaos, everyone is suspect while no one is Inspector Clouseau queries, is anyone hiding there in the dark?   Surveillance, the ubiquitous voyeur cameras blink in flashes the overhead prism of dangling colors, choice appears […]

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He’s distinguished and well-connected so it’s alleged he knew the greater the lie, the greater the reward there was a joy to his world cloaked in fake news denying you said, what you said moments before words are meaningless in the Neo Wave of Truth, some things are beside the point as a bright young man fell […]

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It’s a relatively simple attribute of control to chastise a pawn and knight errant lower on the totem pole the colorful paper work of career moves for those further up the ladder realize the delicacy as a whole between the love of the sacred and the profane.   The rich soil of background checks fingerprinting, even in […]

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The old man read every day since childhood his appetite voracious for knowledge the hunger never left him after years of voyages and treks studies and experiences around the Earth verses in the geography of the soul knowledge was core to his existence nothing else was equal to it, yet all was temporal including what […]

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The Muse – unearthed in the tomes of ancient literature seemingly without preference with whom she might offer her wisdom. She may appear devoted to her craft while her presence may offer little as to her inner thoughts. She is found among the pantheon of Greek Goddesses while some have roots in the woven genealogies of […]

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I’m not sure when the change within began perhaps it was during my youth the first book that ever impressed was it Ecclesiastes or Song of Solomon? after Steinbeck’s Grapes of Wrath or the Old Man and the Sea and then my Expectations were not so Great, except for a few unrated foreign films I […]

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It’s known for the Blues playing in the background in worried notes under cobalt skies mixed with white clouds, a prelude to the discordant sounds of the city’s traffic, greeted by blood-shot eyes parched from the humid winds of yesterday’s misplaced hopes and false smiles, iced coffee with whipped cream and coffee beans sprinkled on top […]

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