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the changeLooking at the trees and how they change, it makes me think of the death of other things. They display their green proudly throughout the summer, but when it comes time for fall,the change
they expose their brilliance. Golds, rubys, coppers and purples.
All shown before they drop and wither, turning a dull brown. They save it for those few weeks. It is as if they are embracing the darkness,
welcoming it with celebration. They are not afraid of the long nights with cold moonlight and pinprick stars.
When the ground imitates the blue light
cast from
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SirensSirens in the Rain- the lonely wail playing with the lonely glare of theSirens
Street Lights- On the pavement
Lives end here- no hope for the future no hope for the past a desolate playground-for
Shattered Dreams never to be repaired or achieved.it is hell- for the dreamer like the
Murderous Car- it cannot be stopped.
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Way OutThere is a way to get outWay Out
She said as she looked deep into my soul It seems as if you’ve been there before And now only have lost your path
She stepped to me and said with a whispering laugh There is a way to get out
There is a way to get out Was all that rung in my head Shatt’ring the ice cov’ring my mind
Her intense eyes on fire With a brilliant desire
There is a way to get out
There is a way to get out She took my hands in her own A wild abandonment seized her As her lips met mine full of zeal With her in my mind I could feel
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daughter earthA Father with his children surrounding him not a single one created to his likeness But each a part of the same ancestor Their Mother is time, sweeping past; gone in an moment --but there foreverdaughter earth
A daughter of this infinite mother masked with white dancing with blue Her face is never the same always changing Her joy is in her building Cumulonimbus drenching below with its power Her desolation is in an eagles cry echoi
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- Current Residence: In some atoms, around some atoms, made of atoms.
- Interests: music, SCIENCE!, music, reading, writing, did I mention reading?
- Favourite artist: Stravinsky
- Favourite poet or writer: Garth Nix, Issac Asimov, Arthur C Clarke, Robert Heinlein, E.E. knight, Jim Butcher ...
- Skin of choice: mine, it keeps all the junk I need in. And it's washable.
- Personal Quote: Size matters not.
- Tools of the Trade: pencil... paper optional.... perhaps a brain, and a friend to laugh my ass off with.
- AIM: JANEnELWOOD
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I should probably write more......
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