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Passings

Michael — Sat, 03 Jul 2010 04:04:37 +0000

Roads converge and separate Paths can cross and undulate The sun will rise and darkness falls Doves and ravens let out their calls

Alone I watch and scrutinize Alone I wait to see the signs Alone I sit in patience still Alone I ponder greater will

Seasons come and seasons go Round again, to and fro Yet I sit and yet I wait Will it ever [...]

It waits

Michael — Tue, 27 Dec 2005 11:21:00 +0000

Love waits like forged petals you need only to look to listen to feel

Rain Falls

Michael — Sun, 25 Dec 2005 01:30:00 +0000

Rain falls I sit and ponder I wonder and dream I contemplate

Rain falls I sit and relax I unwind and rest I meditate

Rain falls The sound fills the silence It calms and seduces Rain falls

Hopes

Michael — Sat, 24 Dec 2005 09:21:00 +0000

She does not know The power she has It permeates my soul Makes me better than I am

I long to hold her To stroke her hair To kiss her lips Bring her a smile

She deserves happiness To be content She deserves a love That brings fulfillment

I wonder when I can caress her cheek I wonder when I can kiss her hand

I hope that day Will come for us I [...]

Winter Solstice

Michael — Thu, 22 Dec 2005 12:16:00 +0000

Circle cast around the room Elements enjoined We sit and share our hearts and joys Opening ourselves

Wood and stone Incense smoke Warmth of fire Water stilled

Flow of energy Hopes and dreams Food and drink We celebrate

Rose

Michael — Mon, 19 Dec 2005 20:20:00 +0000

Petals forged in white-hot flame Attention to every detail Delicate look Inner strength

Gentle scent added It will not fade It will not wilt It will always be there

Inner thoughts

Michael — Sun, 18 Dec 2005 00:15:00 +0000

It was a cool evening, the kind that flows with relaxation. A light breeze brushed his back. He absently thumped some ashes off of his clove cigarette and resumed his lazy swinging.

The stars are bright tonight, he thought.Â A kind of luminous haze stretched across the sky.Â The moon was full and bright, [...]

ill haiku

Michael — Fri, 16 Dec 2005 22:15:00 +0000

Sinuses draining I’m making with the coughing And the throat is sore

Rain

Michael — Thu, 15 Dec 2005 10:17:00 +0000

The patter of rain The beating of the two hearts I will be waiting

On Night Elves

Michael — Thu, 15 Dec 2005 07:30:00 +0000

Pointy ears and leather armor Hiding in the shadows Too bad you hit the trap And are now a block of ice

Bouncy red arrow on your head Azrael getting toothy with it Pokey arrows in your head And now the little rogue is dead