She slept when she was tired
Worked out in the middle of the night[size=200][/size]she smoked weed constantly
She wished for a time of love
Since past ideas clung to the body
When things didn't go so well
I thought I was in hell
Nothing shoddy
About the way love dies
Maybe it's the farmer boy in him
Or that Tarzan and Jane stuff
I just have to
Paint
Don't come over lit up
Wanting to take me to dinner at 11 at night
Over the years
I have learned not to answer the doorbell
Naturally
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creativesoul
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reason is over rated, as is logic and common sense-i much prefer the passions of a crazy old woman, cats and dogs and jungle foliage- tropic rain-and a defined sense of who brings the stars up at night and the sun up in the morning---
*Re: Naturally
personal truth emits some poetic lines here that we warriors can relate to...I dig it
If you do not change your direction
you may end up where you are heading
you may end up where you are heading
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leafsailors ghost
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Re: Naturally
the moon is in the painting
shining in our yard
the lights out in the studio
painting the tree shadow
cast by the moon on the canvas
In the dark
naked desire
would have the road long
dusty sundown un wound
traveled westward
love is so
differnt when in lives in other dimensions
comes visiting when it can
in a stranger
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