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walk with me 2007-09-23 10:11:00 Oh hold my hand as we go outbecause I have forgotten how to be in a crowdOh whisper solace in my earbecause I am frightened of strangersOh cajole me into speakingbecause I worried about what they will thinkOh please look for mebecause I am hiding and tremblingOh pull me out of my shellbecause it is lonely in here
starved 2007-09-22 09:29:00 parchedI have thirsted until I am dry as a desertshriveling up in miserydehydratedand then quenchedwith healing waters until I am whole againexhaustedI have missed sleep until I am a zombiestumbling, dizzy and delusionalfatiguedand then found slumberwith rejuvenation of deep rest to cleanse my musclesstarved
I have hungered until I am a hollow well ravenous with stabbing painsfamishedand then tastedwith sweet nutrients to revitalize metorturedI have suffered endless moments without you by my sidewith a voracious craving which surmounts any otheranguishedand then reunitedwith the exhilaration of being in the presence of my true love
the chest 2007-10-02 07:53:00 You will never know the dark secrets I keep hidden deep in the lake of my soul. They are wrapped up tight and entombed in a wooden chest. It's guarded by a rusty old lock and shackled to the lake floor. But the chains become weakened by the incessant tide. Occasionally they break and the coffin of macabre thoughts and fantasies rises unfettered to the surface. There it bobs in delight at my horror. I have to rush and dive in. And wrestle it to the bottom again.
letters to Suki 2007-10-01 06:52:00 Dear Suki,Betrothed! Victorious am I! Let me pour out the battle.We came at sunrise. There was a sponge quarry on the leaves. And caskets of washboards shone.I was marked and ready. The team behind me was a cackle for stray shingles. In trinket confidence I smashed a challenge to the hermit. Folly. For he raged at me in the nail.But the friends I have made in my charitable journeys proved true. The sullen brownies spun fatigue mist at him. I strained and thought of the towels. And I asked him if he knew what was in my knapsack.Lo, that the weakness a hermit would be vanity! It was a niche chair that I found it.The greatest weapon was a whip. I saw my face, Joe's and yours rolled up in a griffin. Having arms of Paris, legs of the summer night and ferrets. My hearts together with the tip of a sword at my throat. But I swallowed the daughter pain and lunged for the eyes. for none of us are better than the skyscrapers.And that is how I won the key. There was nothing to say to the flag bug
children of today 2007-10-13 11:57:00 Oh children of today we have fashioned for you a sterile and numb world. Where you are protected from every danger. Where you must worry about germs and fear the future.Little boys you may not play with toy guns and swords. Stifle your instincts and repress your development. You must be responsible and deal with your venting as an adult.Little girls do not be vengeful or catty. We don't have time to listen to your insecurities. You must fight for yourself.Do not rage against anything. For we are fearful and left hopeless in the face of your strength and do not know how to channel it. Your parents are frightened of you. You can not have the blissful freedom of childhood we had. We wish to return to a time where children held their own in the family. But see- it is no longer with labor and farming. It is a much more intellectual world. So you must begin your training in the crib with Beethoven. Look and listen carefully. Learn to read early or compete in sports before your fragile bones
the nobility of the baker 2007-10-12 10:09:00 The joy of the baker is to make our lives sweetfor one thing which unites us is that we must eat.
the wolves in the night 2007-10-11 09:33:00 Be wary young women going into the nightwhere the darkness hinders judgement and blocks your sight.Look down and see you are dressed as sheepfor your innocence broken, I must weepThere are wolves who prowl and stalkwith sweet seduction to their talkBe not fooled by their gallantryor enveloped in their mysteryYou should know that if their presence drawsunderneath are fangs and clawsYes, there's every reason to fretfor you shall not see another sun set.
old friends 2007-10-10 08:41:00 How joyful is the reunion with old friends. No matter how long you have been apart, it always seems like it was no time at all. They remind you of who you are. That the people who you care about remain a part of you. That they are with you in spirit all along.
kiss a frog 2007-10-09 09:28:00 I was just wondering about the fairytale where a princess kisses a frog and he turns into a prince. I was wondering if it was related in any way to the story of licking toads getting people high. Seems to me like our fair princess just had to be high. Maybe that's just me. Sorry if my pessimism spoils it for you.
letters to Suki 2007-10-08 18:11:00 Dear Suki,We have a bend in the road. The lizards are restless. And there are way too many dominoes. It's a dangerous journey. Pedro has already been injured. Joe is worried.We ran into some mares on the runway. One pulled a spark and the others followed. It was not a fair fight. They're after the key. They can smell it.It's just not safe for Marigold to come yet. But we will meet her at the train station in Antioch when we arrive. Hold the bear until then. Craig is holding his share. He wanted to remind you of the belly blasters and bon-bons. I guess this first mission is hard on him. He'll be home safe and sound before you can say "filler spooker".Your Friend,Maxine
tug of war 2007-10-07 20:16:00 There are opposing forces ripping me apart.It feels like being drawn and quartered.One pulls this way and the other yanks back.It's tug of war over my soul.And I am exhausted from the slashingand sapping of my spirit.Because I try to give myselfto those I care aboutcompletelyand there's nothing left over
the coffee shop 2007-10-06 21:23:00 There's a ring of smoke in the airwhere groups of friends gather to shareamong the sweet aroma of beansthe future and their empowered dreamsThoughts on philosophy circle roundwhere insomniac brains are found.Eyes muddle through textbooksfor tomorrow's outlookFor the idealist youth who right now thrivesand then will let the next generation drive.Don't let go of your soul as the world corrodes itFor you are the candle which keeps our lives lit.
the phoenix 2007-10-05 19:19:00 There's a mythical bird whose body is said to be consumed by flames when it has matured. It burns bright and rockets into oblivion. It's reduced to mere ashes. And from those ashes it is reborn to live another life. But the bird is not a myth- it's a metaphor. It represents us and the changes we endure on our path through life. They can shake us to the core, to our very foundation. They can be so painful that they burn us into ashes. But we will rise from them. To fly again.
mother goose 2007-10-04 10:55:00 Come all you children and gather roundfor all the old nursery rhymes we found.There are children who are whipped right before bed,and a boy who falls downhill, breaking his head.There are children who fall through ice and drown.There's a sweet baby whose cradle falls down.There's a woman who loses her nose to a bird.And about Humpty Dumpty I'm sure you've all heard.There are blind mice who will sharply lose their tails.There are many people with reasons to wail.But wait, what's wrong? Why do you cry?We'll surely find more- by and by.
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fate 2007-10-03 18:52:00 softdon't speak of the windand of ominous liaisons with fate;she sneaks into your roomwhile you are sleepingvulnerableand leaves a scar upon your browalthough you are panickedbecause your gullibilitysteered you into a pactwith the beast of destinydeceiveddeny it to your mindfor the only thing she fearsis blithe cheer
be cute 2007-09-30 13:18:00 Be cute-no be adorable.Be so pleasing to the eyes that it is hard to take them from you.Melt hearts of those who look at you.For then the world will love you.
curiosity 2007-09-29 19:56:00 Clever and authentic are the hands of undiluted curiosity, balancing like a drop of dew on a leaf.
valiant 2007-10-17 13:51:00 Be a knight tride and truehurry to my rescueshelter me from every sorrowtell me there will be tomorrowdraw your lance against my painshow me life is not in vainit doesn't matter if you win the plightjust that you stand here by my side and fight
for the stars 2007-10-16 13:16:00 So many of us as children wanted to be astronauts. And we grew up and forgot how much we wanted to shoot for the stars
. Tell me, why have we abandoned our search of the dark frontier? Are we just too wrapped up in ourselves here on earth?
letters to Suki 2007-10-15 17:54:00 Dear Suki,We still travel to the glass palace. I know there we can use the key. It spoke of spiders with dandelion globes. There's a dagger behind the curtain.Another fight at the mill. We sustained more losses. All the drones and trolls are almost gone now. But we have a few remaining loyalties in the fire spikes. It's rounders and frisbees. I still don't want you to fight. Just take care of Marigold. We're almost at the beetle sunset and you both need to survive to fight tomorrow. They tell me that when the golden liquid enters her veins it will seep up into the cavity with lightening speed. Don't worry. I'm sure she will grind the matador. Life will be as it was.We're trying to evade the martian books. So it's a matter of laying low. But I wil not fail to keep you informed. Your Friend,Maxine
knocking at your door 2007-10-14 08:27:00 I've been here, knocking
at your door. And you are not answering. Knocking. Dear God, where are you? Why do you not answer me? Knocking. For six long years I have been here. Knocking. Pleading for you to let me in and take away my pain. Knocking. I can barely stand I'm in such anguish. And I'm still knocking.Knocking. Why do you ignore me? Knocking. I don't know how much longer I can hold on. Knocking.
letters to Suki 2007-10-21 22:04:00 Dear Suki,We are but halfway to the glass palace. I can hear the marshmallows and locusts. Yet we received word that we have a challenger. The son of the Crimson Whistler. He is bent with a vengeful heart. We must match him in a duel.So we prepare out buckets and bread cloths. The fight will be in a fortnight. It will at least give my crew a chance to recover their doorknobs. We should have no problems.I am sorry for the wait, but we knew it would be a long trip. The air is cold as dragon scales tonight. I don't even see any night bugs digging for ladders. I know Craig misses you.Your Friend,Maxine
October 2007-10-21 18:34:00 Gentle whispers of the October
windcall you to celebrate all that is mysterious.Shadows shiver in hidingas people pretend to be ghouls.We squeal with glee at a subdued fright.Because it's only a charade.....for some.
growing old 2007-10-20 18:57:00 oh why must we grow old?and break the hearts of those who love us.It isn't so much the pain, or the stiffness,not the loss of memory, or of sensesbut it is the look in the eyes of thosewho care about us so much they want nothing more in the world thanto keep us young forever.
treading water 2007-10-18 19:29:00 I'm just treading water
, trying to remain at the surface.We're all trying not to drown, in the sea of life.
goodbye love letter from the addict 2007-10-26 04:56:00 My darling Nic, I will miss your embrace and your gentle cooing in my ear.We have become so close over the years I never face an hour of the day without you, nor can I imagine doing so.You soothe me and envelop me in sanity when everyone else drives me insane.You tear me away from my stresses and give me peace.Your kiss makes my blood pump faster and makes me see clearer.And I will yearn for you with every breath I take without you.But I must say farewell to you my love.You're killing me inside and I can't take it anymore.I can no longer live with the wretchedness of your sweet deception.Because with every kiss I surrender my soul to you.You are both my lover and my enemy.Your grip tears me to pieces and I am your walking slave.With a single snap of your fingers I fall at your feet and beg for mercy.I pray that I will be strong enough to cast you away again and again.Every moment of the day will be a challenge of my strength.It will be a battle against my compulsion to run into your Read more:addict
exhaustion 2007-10-25 08:15:00 push yourself well past exhaustion to the brinkand when you collapse from all the weightis there a way to not be thrust into despair, but instead find out how to make yourself strongerso that you can carry more andgo further next time.
eagle eye 2007-10-24 07:56:00 sprawling is the power of the gentle birdwho commands the sky,his arms fiercely stretch out at his sideswith fists of furyand the feathers unfurlthey shield his body while they steal the force of the morning gale.to see through his eyes is to see an expanse of great magnitudefor he rules over all he surveys
chant 2007-10-28 15:33:00 I tried to let you go and failed.But times before I have bailed.Instead, I went to the specialist.He gave me a chant
with a twist.It was a really steep price to pay,but now freedom isn't far away
look around you 2007-10-27 13:23:00 Time disappears so fast. Are you looking in the right direction? Are you paying attention? Are you spending enough time with the ones you love? Will you have any regrets tomorrow?
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