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Maverick: November 2008
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Sunday, November 9, 2008. My lonely girl, caught in a storm. Do you hear the winds moan. The sky flashes angry tears tonight. Where do you wander all alone. I have known your kind, lady lover. Creep out at night like a rambling witch. With ankles deep in moors discover. Cruel ways to beguile, bewitch. I saw you wander in a tawny wood. And sing incantations to the air. A woman, often misunderstood. A little evil, beyond repair. You tear assunder and recombine. Bits of me, beloved witch. Links to this post.
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Maverick: May 2009
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Sunday, May 31, 2009. I curl myself in a box, pinstriped. Odd bits of old confetti . Toes crushed against folded photographs, the first ballerina shoe. Shiny pebbles, a movie script and chocolate wrappers. Christmas bells and torn pages of a diary. I close my eyes to make a . Time capsule, to be buried for years till. Present thoughts become a confused smile, a memory. . I bury me under the Rowan tree, covered by berries and speckled red flowers . The earth growing warmer, I hear. I wish to turn.
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Maverick: July 2009
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Thursday, July 9, 2009. All emotions are pure which gather you and lift you up;. That emotion is impure which seizes only one side of your being and so distorts you.". Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. Good Films,Bad Films. All emotions are pure which gather you and lift y.
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Maverick: March 2008
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Monday, March 31, 2008. Have been hibernating for too long. So picked up this tag from Amazing Grey. S blog. Some poetaster rhymes for my patient, forbearing fellow-bloggers-. A for anger, and a bit of heaven when we make up. B for banana pancakes, brush strokes across my easel. C for chocolates, dark, sinful, caffeine in a coffee cup. D for daddy and death when pop goes the weasel. E for emotions when expectations. F for football matches, food, freedom , fiction. J for Jack in the box from days gone by.
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Maverick: Draft Three
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Tuesday, October 4, 2011. One of these days. Sooner or maybe later. You will watch yourself taking. The lanes that wind up at your door. And you will watch yourself walking upto you. Taking a seat next to yourself. Smiling, hands clasped in silent reception. Like old friends who accidently meet. With time on their side. Indulge with love, with mutual recollections. Listen to your stories and fondly finish the lines. And while the dust settles from her long tired feet. You have come a long way.
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Maverick: March 2009
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Thursday, March 12, 2009. You sit, the end of summer by your side. Filling your hands as they fall and rise. Holding my hands in harmony. To rise again for a last reprise. Go disappear softly up the stairs. Hide behind those shadows long. Bring a souvenir from the hiding place. Or rise with mine for one last song. Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. Good Films,Bad Films. You sit, the end of summer by your side Filling y.
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Maverick: September 2011
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Monday, September 19, 2011. Warmed on your bed by a hundred nightly chills. She grew to recognize the lengths and ends of her body. Through pain, through pang. Through tenderness that came from you. To tenderness that mutely screamed in the quite nights. And every sting was a reminder of your love. Spoils of the war, she lost every time to win. A new scar of your boundless affection. And while she leaves her marks on you. You leave none for onlookers to spy. To inquire, or silently understand. For a mome...
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Maverick: October 2009
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Tuesday, October 27, 2009. I wake up, deepest night, curled senseless, listless. Fragmented in parts, lying here, tossed there. In halves, between fingers, I gaze, i see, I sense. The rupture of time, across the ramifications of fate. Just another dream congealed into wasteful prudence. Blink, I pray blink, turn me inside out. Paint me pretty, leave me to dry. Just another dream, crying me to sleep. Links to this post. Sunday, October 18, 2009. Links to this post. Monday, October 12, 2009. The leaves twi...
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Maverick: October 2011
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Tuesday, October 4, 2011. One of these days. Sooner or maybe later. You will watch yourself taking. The lanes that wind up at your door. And you will watch yourself walking upto you. Taking a seat next to yourself. Smiling, hands clasped in silent reception. Like old friends who accidently meet. With time on their side. Indulge with love, with mutual recollections. Listen to your stories and fondly finish the lines. And while the dust settles from her long tired feet. You have come a long way.
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Maverick: April 2008
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Sunday, April 27, 2008. Living life on tuna cans, cartoon strips and roadside colors absorbed by monochrome eyes. Twirling hair, vision obstructed by the kinesis of stationary landscapes, vertical lines stretching against the wind. Streamlined thoughts lost in translation and. I the same maverick who hitchhiked back home in a getaway car. Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. Good Films,Bad Films.
