orgami's Diaryland Diary

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scatterdayz

hungry and this weather
is not helping...
the gentle winds
flowing across the verdant
summer end trees
the crickets alarm
quiet in the deep of its lush
garden.....

reading books and drinking coffee
crusing on the bike (until the chain
broke today...instead stopped to sit
with friends for a cigarette and laughter..

all my women are returning..muses in touch wanting more words..more voice..
a calm periphery for thoughts thrown and captured...mulled over ...

listening to music at the Library..modestly busy here today
the air exchanger blowing air
a calming allusion of peace...

inside the storm growls hungry too
at the corners...the shadows restless
and pacing.....I want to run with them
to feel alive and full of that power..
that intuition screaming in the middle
like a shriek of a whistle...and over it all that calm supression...the peace riding atop the waves like a blown mist......

I have conducted the busines for long now and its time that all has returned...I want the girls to approach me in the PROTOCOL that I had set down long ago...by grooming and by the principles of both fairytales and the bible..a strange landscape...one with its mythology and collisions of faith and belifs....

confidant and sure...
some days have their perusals more adept then others..
the frail moments where light and shadow have their thin violet edge

...beauty in its short expanse...
the ravaged edge of ruin...
haunted and aching....

1:32 p.m. - 2013-08-10

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