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Author Name: Freebluefish 4 Comments
Date Added: March 18, 2006 20:03:11 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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On The Buds Of My Dreams

i walk

where no other wish

to search.

for the landscape cannot

hunger for description.

it is best for the rain

to find the wander outside

their words

for in the silence i feast

for speaking seem

to be a gruel

that perturbs on the corners on my tongue

as griffon clamor on the liquid wallpaper

of my skin.

i cannot speak of my need

or the longing of that which

i cannot fear---

a simple candle burning

in the membrane of prayers

that are formless

and pass through the passages of my skin.

for i cannot name the burning

for it the darkness blooms

my selfishness like a supine worm grows

on the buds of my dreams

and i cannot form

the words to release me.....

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Comments:
Comment By: FreeLarry on April 1, 2011 06:52:45 PM Report
Great write, my friend.  Very expressive......Larry
Comment By: FreeMoon Fairy on March 25, 2006 10:33:52 AM Report
Andrew~
Wonderful descritive words as always from your talented hand..
In time you shall find the words and make that selfish worm dissapear..
Far fetched comment I am leaving but the this write is great..
(*Moon~
Comment By: FreeLady Dragonwyck on March 19, 2006 03:29:49 PM Report
Andrew: I really like this. Very nicely done.


Lady Dragonwyck
Comment By: FreeShe Whispers on March 19, 2006 08:56:23 AM Report
ANDRE
((((i cannot speak of my need

or the longing of that which

i cannot fear---


a simple candle burning

in the membrane of prayers

that are formless

and pass through the passages of my skin.

for i cannot name the burning

for it the darkness blooms

my selfishness like a supine worm grows

on the buds of my dreams

and i cannot form

the words to release me
WHAT CAN ONE SAY??? LOVE IT___LOVE IT!! HUGS ~ SHE




 


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