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Again, not quite a story but, I don't know what to call it.
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Not really a story, it's more like a rambling.
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When butterflies dance tangos within sunbeams,
and
Jade green leaves flutter sweet nothings in the shade,
and
When the languid sensual summer air ..
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This what I wrote down to speak at my Dad's memorial and thought I would share it with you all in memory , for my 1st Father's without him.
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Elusive prey
This ideal
We call love
My heart grabs
For purchase
And finds only air
Feathered flights of fancy,
Soaring emotional current..
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The mind conjures magical images,
connected to life
or passed into the eternal void.
No logic requires,
just the wanting
brings them forth..
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Hearts' desire burns,
unending,
unquenched.
So easy
to fan the flame
Heat burns,
alive
in its neverending hunger
for life.
Banked embers ..
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Cocooned in the deepest recesses
Of my darkening emotions,
Safe, secure
Calmness slows
The racing of thoughts
Beginning a
Descent
towar..
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What is wrong?
That I can’t change
What has shifted
Inside that can’t be moved
What do I do
To be free of these needs
I wish I may..
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How can I ?
What am I supposed to do?
feeling this ache
wanting, always wanting
Something inside bleeds and dies
every time desire goes
unfulf..
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