soft sunset light falling golden, a tree lined horizon dappled in colors pink, red and orange, till fading the sun falls beneath the distant curve of the earth and all is cloaked in gloaming.
convivial gaiety and warm mirth pervade the room as soft and pleasing as the gentle glow of twinkle lights — 2/12/10 – 80
mystery is absent myth has lost itself imagination clamors and has lost its wealth all seems dim and faded till the sun drops neath the earth and all is bleak and blackness over all that is of worth — 2/11/10 – 79
soft breath sighing and a heavy soul breathe a deep breath and feel the cold — 2/10/10 – 78
soft light like snowflakes fell a quiet cover on silent streets cold air bringing winters chill to herald evenings winter flight — 2/8/10 – 76
the room was filled with theater the rise and rhythmic fall of voices echoing words and wise opinions on life’s vicissitudes and choices — Barber Shop – 2/6/10 – 74 #favorite
ah winter, my dear sullen mistress with your gray moods and windy days will you not look kindly on my face and listen softly of thy grace till all is well and you displace with love, if not warmth, the displeasure that you feel towards me? — 2/4/10 – 72…
your lithe form is a panoply of pleasures a cacophony that beats against my senses i stand before you overwhelmed by the fury that washes over and disarms my defenses — 2/3/10 – 71 #favorite
your dark corridors are pregnant with silence footsteps sounding, echoing in your chambers foreigners and transients shuffling soundlessly a staggered measure of humanities members — 2/2/10 – 70 #favorite
there are a million mysteries that are hidden on the earth what secrets will you uncover to what ideas will you give birth — 2/2/10 – 69
your dyadic relationship defies expectation covalent bonds shared deeply nurtured by love — 2/1/10 – 68
hear silence echo through empty halls and chambers late at night — 1/31/10 – 67
the faded visages are paper memories taken long ago and sealed in time my heritage, pasted in spiral bound books are histories remembered by an aging few — 1/30/10 – 66 #favorite
your gaiety is a balm to a weary soul your laughter a sweet surcease to the turmoil made strong by heartbreak and care unrequited, unfulfilled until you bloomed in my life — 1/29/10 – 65