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beauty and thought

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beauty and thought

Beauty and Thought We're poetry in physical form round eyes, aware, forlorn i miss something a door to a thought i've thought before. Bodies move in waves, precise in perfection is all that's beautiful and i want to know, all at once without a final sigh why beauty must take up more thoughts than mine.

Never Meant To Be

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Never Meant To Be

All of those days i prayed to feel those rays of hope, We played together and grazed on each other, We praised, we were blessed In a daze we awoke The heat, in a haze She scratched my head. We felt as we did, the painless look in her eye Reminded me, safely ensconsed she with I In my bed with her head on my chest Things she said, dream or real, I awake to find How eager to feel Her lips upon mine Our heartbeats entwined With our dreams, eyes and mind Breath shallowed we'll find Hand 'twixt our stomachs, where one finds that shine Of soulmates that we be Now denied, but feebly by all, but on occasion the truth i do see Our

wanting, waiting

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wanting, waiting

With the possums waltzing guard outside, and the unnamed "thing" in the kitchen, I've got my bed empty and my hands full of longing for you. Such a small snoozy spot for two such impressive dreamers, how do the two of we squeeze so saintly into this matchbox of match-making love-lust? Satisfied by the salon-selectives scent owling its way from your heads rest I stretch and drift, daunted by the massive marooning-ness of dark and dream rolling me into the sock-ball of sleep.

Town Like a Lover Left Behind

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Town Like a Lover Left Behind

a town like a lover left behind, i always return to find her Remember? caressing her thighs as i glide the streets gloved in autumn gold she sees, souls meeting through lips and fingers tingling rain on brown and ginger in rusty colour play mothers and fathers on grasses green and shades of amber, a musty kiss on and in cars... a skin-smooth nudge of wrist on hip... her eyes, open like a box and their darkness swallows me and weakens my knees, just like the embrace of a lover.

Town Like a Lover Left Behind

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Town Like a Lover Left Behind

a town like a lover left behind, i always return to find her Remember? caressing her thighs as i glide the streets gloved in autumn gold she sees, souls meeting through lips and fingers tingling rain on brown and ginger in rusty colour play mothers and fathers on grasses green and shades of amber, a musty kiss on and in cars... a skin-smooth nudge of wrist on hip... her eyes, open like a box and their darkness swallows me and weakens my knees, just like the embrace of a lover.

wanting, waiting

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wanting, waiting

With the possums waltzing guard outside, and the unnamed "thing" in the kitchen, I've got my bed empty and my hands full of longing for you. Such a small snoozy spot for two such impressive dreamers, how do the two of we squeeze so saintly into this matchbox of match-making love-lust? Satisfied by the salon-selectives scent owling its way from your heads rest I stretch and drift, daunted by the massive marooning-ness of dark and dream rolling me into the sock-ball of sleep.

Never Meant To Be

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Never Meant To Be

All of those days i prayed to feel those rays of hope, We played together and grazed on each other, We praised, we were blessed In a daze we awoke The heat, in a haze She scratched my head. We felt as we did, the painless look in her eye Reminded me, safely ensconsed she with I In my bed with her head on my chest Things she said, dream or real, I awake to find How eager to feel Her lips upon mine Our heartbeats entwined With our dreams, eyes and mind Breath shallowed we'll find Hand 'twixt our stomachs, where one finds that shine Of soulmates that we be Now denied, but feebly by all, but on occasion the truth i do see Our

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Never Meant To Be

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Never Meant To Be

All of those days i prayed to feel those rays of hope, We played together and grazed on each other, We praised, we were blessed In a daze we awoke The heat, in a haze She scratched my head. We felt as we did, the painless look in her eye Reminded me, safely ensconsed she with I In my bed with her head on my chest Things she said, dream or real, I awake to find How eager to feel Her lips upon mine Our heartbeats entwined With our dreams, eyes and mind Breath shallowed we'll find Hand 'twixt our stomachs, where one finds that shine Of soulmates that we be Now denied, but feebly by all, but on occasion the truth i do see Our
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well its that time again, im tipsy on stones green ginger wine (dandy with a slice of lime fellows), and about to write some bullshit. shivers where do i start. life is so up and down. i'm getting used to the ride.  no poo, every half hour my mood changes.  one moment i'm pumped to make something of myself, conquer the world, do every single thing ive ever dreamed of, RIGHT NOW. the next, all i want to do is eat and drink myself into oblivion.  self pity is such a flopping bitch.  but its so abusively satisfying hurting yourself while your conscience whines in your ear.  i dont even know what is right and wrong anymore (for myself i mean, i

hullo all

hullo all

i thought i should let everybody knoe that that last journal entry was a farce. a sham. i was never down, i was trying to be a good old fashoined aussie whinger.  YES I AM BLOODY HAPPY ALL THE BLOODY TIME!!! except for maybe three days a month when i forget that i am living on the most incredible spaceship hurtling through the universe that has provided for me thus far and will continue to as long as i am priviledged to tread its fair shores. or tracks. or horribly dusty firetrails where a 4wd comes by and fills your teeth with vacuum cleaner suckup. i have had many revelations this week. one notable one is that I WILL NEVER BE FAMOUS, and s

im a fair dinkum aussie

im a fair dinkum aussie

well its that time of the year again. july 3rd. ever year it seems to come around earlier. it always seems to rain on july 3. ive alwas got my washing out. and when its not raining its stinking hot. too hot to do anything. and we always need the rain when its hot. and of course its not raining. did i mention that its freezing at the moment. lucky ive got the fire going. burnt myself though. and got a splinter. from the wood. which was bloody heavy. now its getting too hot in here. but its too windy to open a window. why dont i just die now. i had a good weekend though. until i got out of bed. and now i cant even work out how to put an emo

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Also, it took me until 14 years old until i learnt how to spell your name. hahah!
you know what sucks about nathanael? everything.
Hey Nat

"we've all had ordinary days, and im sick of them!"

Hey, yeah!!!!

"liberaba is a Nude Photographer"...

I knew that.
Hey Nat! Good stuff. Very powerful reading and has a beautiful rhythm to it.
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hey honey
hello new person , i be welcoming you to our fine lands of arty goodness