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Friday, August 28, 2009
I left with the moon in the sky
visible from my plane window.
Hoping that it's telling me,
my tears are each being counted
and will be repaid with days,
with nights, with time, with you.
Four hours alone with my thoughts,
of despair and agonizing heart.
Each time turning, to see that familiar smile.
Forgive me love for crying,
for being frayed...
Goodbyes with you wreck me.
Posted at 04:51 pm by bohemian spirit
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Friday, May 08, 2009
Skin and bones, skin and bones,
all you have is skin and bones.
No heart, no soul,
your thoughts all cold.
Skin and bones, skin and bones,
all you have is skin and bones.
your tongue cuts through
even hearts of gold.
Posted at 03:49 pm by bohemian spirit
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Saturday, August 25, 2007
A sudden feeling to bolt,
suffocating entrances, exits unavailable.
Fake smiles exchanged,
blank faces I see...
Superficial. Vertigo.
I am walking away now....
Posted at 01:51 am by bohemian spirit
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Thursday, September 14, 2006
Today she finally cried.
She allowed tears to just fall.
She acknowledged the pain.
"It is good to cry", I told her.
"It is okay to cry", I told her.
She isn't weak, she is just human.
She cried like a child.
No bitterness... just the pain of the loss.
She cried like a prayer...
asking for comfort and seeking for answers.
She cried like a woman...
forgiving and understanding.
She cried like the mist...
quiet and calming.
She cried.
"It is okay to cry", I told her.
Posted at 10:44 pm by bohemian spirit
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Monday, September 11, 2006
Every movement resound;
your presence engulfs my soul.
Everyone else drowns out,
as my thoughts fixate on you,
running through my veins.
You are with me,
every breath, each second,
settled in my whole being.
Even in my silence,
I remain yours.
Posted at 03:00 am by bohemian spirit
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Wednesday, September 06, 2006
Withering heart, withering soul;
twilight comes with no reprieve.
I remain perpetual
but wanting to tumble,
shaken to the deepest core.
I wait for sunrise,
but dawn chafes,
still I wait in silence,
do I wait in vain.
I believe in you,
flowerchild swaying with time,
my flame is dying,
but just a soft whisper from you
the candle remains burning.
Posted at 09:52 pm by bohemian spirit
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Thursday, August 17, 2006
You embody my robust sensuality,
Passion incarnate...
oh how I long for love's sweet kiss,
longing for you everyday that passes by.
Every detail, every moment
your face and sweetness I remember.
My soul screams for you,
my heart belongs to you.
And when I close my eyes
my breath speaks of your love
I continue to wait for your return.
Posted at 02:06 am by bohemian spirit
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Sunday, July 16, 2006
I hear the music in the background
and my thoughts wander to you.
The resounding melody of the violin,
feeds the feeling of wanting you beside me.
My soul wonders,
Are you thinking of me too,
Does your heart ache for me
as distance separates us.
I close my eyes
and I dream about you,
I can almost feel you
in my arms again...
Posted at 11:54 pm by bohemian spirit
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Thursday, July 13, 2006
I'm holding back the tears,
keeping the faith
that I'll see you soon.
This goodbye isn't forever.
I'll be here waiting...
waiting for an interval
Torrents of bliss
followed by desperate hours...
Posted at 02:31 am by bohemian spirit
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Wednesday, May 03, 2006
I have a secret to tell
will I live another day,
to say that love betrays
or see hope prevail.
Your touch is a thousand sensations,
soft like a baby's kiss
hopeful...innocent...yearning.
You are as lost as I am
both staying affloat, remaining adrift
Pull me out from inside
hold me close...
I will hold you close.
Posted at 06:02 pm by bohemian spirit
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lapsus calumni
sub rosa
Trust me
It's Paradise
This is where the hungry come to feed
For mine is a generation that circles the globe
in search of something we haven't tried before
so never refuse an invitation
never resist the unfamiliar
never fail to be polite
and never outstay your welcome
just keep your mind open and
suck in the experience
and if it hurts
you know what... it's probably worth it
you hope, and you dream
but you never believe that
something is going to happen for you
not like it does in the movies
and when it actually does
you expect it to feel different
more visirale
more real
i was waiting for it to hit me
i still believe in paradise
but now at least i know it's not some place you can look for
cause it's not where you go
it's how you feel for a moment in your life
and if you find that moment it lasts forever
odi et amo, quare id facere
forasse requiris...
nescio, sed fieri sentio
et excrucior
Tiny Dancer
Blue jean baby, L.A. lady, seamstress for the band
Pretty eyed, pirate smile, you'll marry a music man
Ballerina, you must have seen her dancing in the sand
And now she's in me, always with me, tiny dancer in my hand
Jesus freaks out in the street
Handing tickets out for God
Turning back she just laughs
The boulevard is not that bad
Piano man he makes his stand
In the auditorium
Looking on she sings the songs
The words she knows the tune she hums
But oh how it feels so real
Lying here with no one near
Only you and you can hear me
When I say softly slowly
Hold me closer tiny dancer
Count the headlights on the highway
Lay me down in sheets of linen
you had a busy day today
Blue jean baby, L.A. lady, seamstress for the band
Pretty eyed, pirate smile, you'll marry a music man
Ballerina, you must have seen her dancing in the sand
And now she's in me, always with me, tiny dancer in my hand
There are two tragedies in life. One is to lose your heart's desire. The other is to gain it.
George Bernard Shaw
Love's secret verily no one man knows,
Though each in lore of loving deem his wise;
Love's like a meadow all aflower with spring,
But in the shadow autumn waiting lies,
And the wise bird is half afraid to sing
A vanished song unto a vanished rose.
HAFIZ, a power strange to touch the heart
Of late hath stolen subtly in thy song,
Though thy firm reed unwonted pathos blows;
Her praise it is, and no new touch of art,
That gives this grace of tears unto thy song.
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