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RANDOMNESS

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Why chocolate is better then men: it is always there when you need it, it never looks at another womans body with desire, no matter what you say or wear it will always hold your hand, when you get tired of looking at it you can simply swallow it, it never tells you you have had too much, it will stay with you until you are ready to burn it off, it is never too tired to be close to you, it is as sweet or bitter as you desire .~R.M.~

If you judge a book by its cover you might miss the most beautiful words ever written
In the haze of emotion/fear/confusion/anger/rage consumed with the furry of hells fire burning clean the lying eyes/silence
Little black bird teathered to the dead limb who will free your line that you may soar once again~
Its strange how quickly can life will change, I guess I blinked yesterday because nothings the same/learning to live again~
Sometimes the thickest chains we carry in life are the ones we shackle to ourselves the only way to free them is the mirror
@ There was comfort in chaos/red,blue flashes across the burgundy tinged walls/mesmerizing repetition/warm blankets/cold steel
A caged bird will never sing as sweetly as when freed~
Love is a thousand shards of glass violently being pushed into your ever beating heart then one by one slowly,awkquardly dislodged~
Is it wrong to dream when even the wind is against it it seems. When the shadows that linger in corners whisper life is supposed to be a lie
True love fills your life, it doesn't empty your soul~
The best gift I have ever been given is the angel they said I would never have~
Experiencing restless life syndrome....
Aparently delirium knows no limits...
In life there are people who will do anything to keep you down. I choose to fly
Normal is a matter of perspective crazy is a matter of motion;)
Deaths sweet kiss lingers softly on the lips as the fire returns to the sky~
Rain carried on the wind visible through fragments of dawn light/illusion/hope/she is nothing and everything~
Someone wake me I must be dreaming how could it be the end when it was just the changing of the season
White paper butterfly more beautiful than a rose because it carries the power of a childs smile
When you hit rock bottom you realize how beautiful the little things really are
Love is an addiction that needs no cure~
@ The river was his symphony/the sky his cords/upon the wings of fyling things/the lullaby carried on/as the sea danced the song
the sky a brighter blue holds the birds sweeter tune/greatest mysteries of life/no longer fuel strife/eyes of a child/love sweet and true~
one soul/split by the cosmos/two bodies/ racked by the vengence of aphdorite/merciless eternal love
Gentle caressing of lips/stolen breath/the magic of a kiss
The sky is grey today/although it is hiding beneath the clouds of rain/the sun is shining warming my heart just the same
There is no paradise on earth tranquility is a state of mind beauty is a place of being~
@ A lone elm on a city street buzzing with life as mother turns the wheel to spring/deep inside the blackbird cries/fly baby fly
There was angel of the rooof last night/dancing in the pale moonlight/when morning came/his wings grew black again/blackbird is waiting
@ A crystalline lake still beneath a blood red harvest moon/in thicket he waited/soon.soon/cold light of day/flight will take..
@ She saw things in others few would ever understand/the gentle beauty of the homeless/hope in lost hands
Tit for tat/skin a cat/sins of men repeated over again/in the end the sky will bleed/who will win/hope will succeed
Beautiful brisk day with just enough chill in the wind to make you feel alive, like the wind is whispering to to the soul;)~
There is no paradise on earth tranquility is a state of mind beauty is a place of being~
@ A lone elm on a city street buzzing with life as mother turns the wheel to spring/deep inside the blackbird cries/fly baby fly
To attempt to reach their full potential one must first question everything, and then test the limits physically,mentally, and emotionally
forget the why/though the who may someday forget me~
There was angel of the rooof last night/dancing in the pale moonlight/when morning came/his wings grew black again/blackbird is waiting
Like the wind his kiss whispers to her soul carrying her across time upon the wings of thought~

obsession the longing for something said to be obtainable/love the obession with obtaining someone said to be longing

into the great unknown they dive endless possibilities of a thousand lives

One of those mornings you wake up and feel as if your mind and body where nowhere near eachother during the night...

@ The gentle man in blue dazed longingly off/in the distance explosions/in his mind her pale blue eyes/surrender to live
@ A crystalline lake still beneath a blood red harvest moon/in thicket he waited/soon.soon/cold light of day/flight will take..
Light is dark/dark is light/absence of one/creates the other~
Torn between light and dark/ a candle lit by faiths spark/what is faith but hope for the unknown/ a seed of doubt/once sown
Sun warming the back of her neck, cool breeze brushing her auburn hair gently free from her ivory face,amber eyes glistening/inviting him
With light heart and heavy eyes my mind wanders upon dreams while my body stays my spirit plays

She is all: fire/ water, wind/ frost, dreamer/ doctor, huntress/ mother she dances amongst the stars/ sleeps upon the flowers/ the wind carries her to scent to fill the air with spring/ She is each and everything

Time sweet in its existence/swift in passing/immeasurable dance beneath the stars

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If teetering on the edge of insanity is achieving brilliance, I'm destined for genius.

Dream often it gives reality something to aspire to.

 A dark foreboding rose from deep within her heart as she surrendered to the inevitable/love is a mirage/as his touch/illusion

Breathtaking, at the moment of surreneder, flesh melts into flesh, heated relase, as exctasy carries them away~

All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy,but all play and no work makes Jill a broke girl~back to the grind~
A facade of joy is this life off illusion, trapped beneath a tempest of lies, frozen glass masked smile,life worthwhile .
It was yes or no a simple reply that would elevate a soul, or crush the authors dreams;the querry response.
Her gestures were liquid as the silk scarf that danced around the bare silhouette of her skin~
How is it possible to hate something so desperately when its there, yet miss it when it's gone~
That's it, I'm done, putting my arse in the sand and and not moving until the tide carries my corpse away!!!!
Time is an immeasurable expanse of which mortality is merely a blink
No matter how bad you think your life is someone always has it worse~
Undaunted by naysayers, beneath tattered flesh she unraveled golden wings, as gently she rose to touch the sky.
The taste of love bittersweet, as with to hold it is to hold a fleeting moment.
We could almost taste the salt as the air whisked off the ocean filling our lungs with blood of the earth,sweet and crisp
For some life is the process of dying, for others the act of living before they die~
It happened after my heart lay exposed in his grasp, while I pleaded not for mercy, but swiftness.
Regardless of religious or political affiliation the lives impacted by tragedy should hear only concern for their best regard~
We can chose what we read, why limit what is written?
Normal is a matter of opinion not a condition of mind..well that's my escuse anyway ~
Life is a continuous game of exploration, only when we settle ourselves into routine does the magic disapear .