If I choose to be the MUSE does it matter NOT how Bold or Brave or absolutely absurd my song shall be? What can I say? I LEFT FEAR AT THE DOOR, ......planting it like an ancient seed to hurt nor more nor prick myself upon it's thorny bark! And realizing this, I wished upon a favorite star and answers to forgotten dreams and quests of yore fell upon my ears; " Peace shall reign a thousand years." I heard a MOTHERS VOICE .I thought it might be yours! "Hold On!" cries the voice from Heavens Gate... You see, the hour is getting late, and all good children must come to lie on beds of clouds up in the sky..... ANCESTRAL DREAMS MAKE THIS ONE FLY*~ FOR ELEANOR*~ |
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Silvertone creates an outdoor scene..marble, tile and wood leftover from another job... Masonry like none before. ..architect of his own design... |
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| ...."these are but a few discoveries we find inside the secret life of plants...".. |
| WINSOR, MYERS, SNOW . WOMEN, ARTISTS, LOVERS OF BEAUTY |
| Ode to an old great~grandpa.....Wm. IX ...and the grandchild lil' sassy Eleanor..... ...gleaming through the continuim...back for a flash in the age of our choosing.....this thing ya'll talk about ...illumination... brrrrrimming....housed up in a cozy nest of fern and oak.... ....... and silver moonshine when clouds move on and mist is gone....Begone oh Fear of NOY, THIS cold for joy has driven on. ...and 'twould I stand with heart in hand and meet the sky and touch the land ... ....Thus into NIGHT.. I yield this middle strain of gut and brain... release what's moving on to new and brighter plains... as only seen of eyes so bright....so blue and green.... Over yonder ships do wander hither...thither...far and on to where there is no day, no night, no blue, no green, no dark , no light, I guess it is and always was because the page is full because... another page another day another scene to watch and weigh...to touch, to smell, to hear, to feel, to understand what's false from real..... a knot doth crimp the braided yarn....it keeps one's boat thus free from harm and renders tight when sturdy has the weavers yarn... and hand.... and head. But still it's all tied up! .... Suess Savors Watermelon Sugar...daydreams in the setting sun. ol' Brautigan...is he still alive??? la la |
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