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I always had a dream... A mind full of make believe... A place where lucid imagination runs free.. Come fly, fly away with me..

Standing at the bridge(waiting for my train)
I can't help but wonder, what a suicidee is thinking as they approach their solemn destiny, date with the after life. Then it hits me, as the sound of rugged tires race the pavement below, "This is going to hurt, I hope this doesn't hurt, or This is it!" The last thoughts on memory bank before the drab faded curtains close.

The world at my fingertips, the sun peaking through the window, illuminating all that it touches, the words on my pages, the vibration beneath my feet, with cool air against my cheek, the sounds that are uplifting to me. Am I grounded? Too solid in my fear to plummet to my death though I mourn my own expiration day and that of others, so if to prepare myself for the inevitable. Am I normal?
Lane to Lane, I cry as I ride this train around in circles, and I cry.
Am I sad? Is there reason beyond explanation? Am I all that I am to be? The questions that lurk in the shadows of my mind.
finding surprising inspiration by way of the weeble wobble of the caboose on its tracks. My only convoy from myself, station to station is a junk yard bitch with her madwoman vibes, keeping panhandlers and predators at a close watch in her evil eye.
Should I get off or take this ride for it leads me to journey, the only companion by my side, the madwoman that refuses to hide with the lurches that lurk behind.
Stopped on its tracks, I'm off of this horse, the plot changes coarse. Grounded again, the sound of my footsteps, the sun replenishes me, the birdies in the trees, the breeze against my cheeks.

Thymes are trying

A Harvest of Self Safely Kept though trying thymes
Thyme to smell the aroma that is life
With so many variables and components often trying
It's hard finding balance at thymes
I keep hoping my mindful eye will be my guide
I Harvest myself through trying thymes
Trying hard, when hardly trying
Until Thyme proves worth trying

Am I ever good enough
Do you accept me for who I am
Am I what I seem
What do you want from me?

I have shown you who I am
I have held you like a friend
My ears open wide and listen to your cries
I've offered soloutions to your life

You have shown me who you are
You are not a friend
Your ears are so full of yourself, too full to hear my cries
You diluted our friendship with your lies

If I take my every experience in life and turn it into something, then I have succeeded.

There is something in me that finds the unusual, fascinating and rich..the way the wind carries a leaf on its shoulders of gentle breezes and the magnification that a dew drop gives to that which it blankets.

What a gift to hear someone thinking out loud, sharing the mechanisms of their mind with you, then again some people you'd think you'd rather not hear thinking out loud..never the less a fleeting glimpse into ones mind is revealed, how could this not be a gift.

Unexpected laughter, either yours or that of someone you've made laugh is the best! I love it when I accidentally make someone laugh.

Trying to help people usually gets me burned, still I try with undying hope.

Have you ever seen the look in someones eyes when the've discovered their nitch or are on a roll with something, Priceless, and so is life and your attitude about it! TO BE CONTINUED.....

Fashion.. What makes it Fashion and Who Says? Has it changed all that much?

This one reminds me of you mom... there is something about this ghost like ensemble. Not that you are ghostly, but there is a quiet mystery, a phantom like presence.
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My Favorite Childhood Animal. Still is.

No Where Else I'd Rather Be

Saving up for a close up view!

I'll say more about this later, but at this point I've got to get this out...
I love my Libra, he is kind and understanding, a refreshing change from the ordinary that I became tolorant of and a promising familiarity that I can get used to.
He really fills me with so much, and I the same for him.
We balance on steady scales.








My sweet gemini weeps
I share with him in his sorrows
I'm trying to shed light on his darkness
I'll always love you and be with you
Don't go to far though
I need you at my fingertips
A selfish wish that I am willing to let go
So that you can grow

I give vent to my emotions
The dark Mass swallows me whole
I empty myself into this bottomless vessel
Still I manage to overflow

When words should just go pouring fourth...
A block SMACK DABB in the middle of your MENTALS

I can't write!

I get like two or three SENTENCES of SENSABILITY before
UTTER distortion kicks in.

Now what?

Do I post prepackaged articles instead of
Preparing
A gormet exerpt of my life to share with the abyss

NO, I should fine tune and continue....

RePost This!

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One by one
I watch as they sever my limbs
Work Men Hanging from branches
Chopping down my beautiful Trees

Every sound a knife through my heart
I thought going outside to tell them
"No Me Gusta, Estoy mu Fejo" would actually work
Not to my surprise they continued

Sawing off the beautiful Limbs that
Shade my balcony
Offering a natuaral privacy
Provided a nice rustle with every wind gust
To aid in a peaceful nights sleep
A beautiful view to help me forget about city life while sitting in the comfort of my living room

Money
the Root of Ugly

Paid the salary of the work men who
Destroyed the quality of my surroundings
And for what???

These trees didn't cause a hazard to drivers on the street, pedestrians walking by, residents in my community....

Thank you City of "D"("D" for Degradation, Disgust, Despise, Demise, Deface, Disgrace)
and to all of it's affiliates,
You truely the SUCK of the city!
Sacrifice
Unnecessary
Charm
Klan

Canada's `Prince of Pot' Ties the Knot

4 hours agoUPDATED 19 HOURS 55 MINUTES AGO
VANCOUVER, British Columbia - Marc Emery, known as Canada's Prince of Pot, has married a woman who apparently doesn't mind the possibility he could spend much of their marriage in court or a U.S. prison.
"I will support him no matter what happens, in any situation," Jodie Emery, 21, said shortly after Sunday's smoky wedding in Queen Elizabeth Park. "I'm just so happy right now to be married to him."
About 100 guests sat in suits and dresses, many passing marijuana cigarettes beneath a white tent. After the ceremony the bride, wearing a long, white strapless dress, lit up what she called a "wedding doobie" which she and Emery smoked together between kisses.
"I can't imagine a more perfect day," the groom said. "I am so lucky to be married to such a young and beautiful woman."
Emery, 48, head of the British Columbia Marijuana Party and publisher of Cannabis Culture magazine, has said he has sold about $13 million worth of marijuana seeds over the Internet. His Web site, Marc Emery Direct, offered delivery to anyone in the world.
He was indicted a year ago in Seattle on charges of selling marijuana seeds through the mail, conspiracy to manufacture pot and conspiracy to engage in money laundering.
He was arrested, along with Michelle Rainey-Fenkarek and Greg Williams, after police raided his pot paraphernalia store in Vancouver following an 18-month investigation by the U.S. Drug Enforcement Administration. While he was in jail, his bride-to-be transcribed his blogs for posting on the Web.
"We grew closer and spent more time together and that was it," said Emery.
A British Columbia Supreme Court judge is expected to set a date for his extradition hearing Aug. 21.
What if he winds up doing a long prison term in the United States?
"We don't talk about it really," Emery said. "I don't know what will happen to our relationship if that happens, but we just want to focus on getting out the message (of legalization)."

Party of Three...

The sounds of Etta
Soothe my weary soul and provide nourishing hope
For the hopeless romantic in me

My mother, The Gourmet Chef is she
Offers a banquet of Delectible Cuisine
For our satisfaction and induldgence

Each dish with its own distinct flavor
Granted compliments to it's neighboring
Companion on uour plates

A charasmatic party of three
Pices, Libra, and Gemini you see...

Wait....Gemini makes it a party of 4, no wait.. 5

Needless to say
A cerebral gathering indeed
All was well and Alive

Heart Broken and Battered
Still
She untangles
the chords
that
symbolize her life

Lost

Until

You...

Now
a mere smudge
misplaced across my mind

All thats left of you
All is done

CLEANSING

Emotional Dexterity
FACES
Forces of Self opposition
Coarses of weak Transitions

Her agile mind
ATrapeze to the starz
Only to find
Balance
Amongst
Ruins

Adolesence to adulthood, I've had a tradition of drinking wine and eating cheeses, comparing a fifty dollar bottle of wine to a bottle that is under ten dollars in efforts to find a good bottle of wine at a low cost.

My passion for the craft and science of growing grapes and making wine surpasses any formal education on the viniculture and wine industry that I currently posess, however it is that love and an old tradition for a great bottle of wine, accompanied by french bread and brie, which has evoked within me a longing to educate my self.

I have selected, what I consider to be, a great book that has become an even more remarkable resource for me as I journey into the vast world of knowledge, understanding, and fullfillment. The Wine Bible. I am currently seeking a job within this industry so that I can live out my passion.
All comments, advice, and suggestions are welcome.

Vanity OverRuled

I embrace myself and every flaw and imperfection because within it's entirety it is magnificant...every scar, wrinkle, and uneven texture. With the dissapearance of my youth, a whole new relm of self manifests. Appreciation of mind. Vanity overruled!

Why do I feel so unsettled about something so good. Someone so great has come into my life and now I'm afraid. I fear the loss of my own identity , which is funny because it took me so long to realize that I had one. I really do have specific little things about me that are authentic to my personality and my spirit. I've always been confident and self assured, so how is it even possible that I could feel as though there was nothing that specifically defined me? So weird! Now I've met someone, after loosing faith in man, he is so kind and sincere, truely a nice guy; but I'm unsettled for some unknown reason and I'm unsettled, with being unsettled.

We laugh, we play, it's really great and I love him, he is special.
So what is my problem?
Here it goes...
I'm not whole, and until I am(will that ever happen) having something that feels so right and complete just doesn't feel right. Does that make sense to anyone other than my crazy gemini mind?

For my mother...a thoughful reminder.

A Tear And A Smile, by: Kahlil Gibran (1883 - 1931)

I would not exchange the sorrows of my heart for the joys of the multitude.
And I would not have the tears that sadness makes to flow from my every part turn into laughter.
I would that my life remain a tear and a smile.

A tear to purify my heart and give me understanding of life's secrets and hidden things.

A smile to draw me nigh to the sons of my kind and to be a symbol of my glorification of the gods.

A tear to unite me with those of broken heart; a smile to be a sign of my joy in existence.
I would rather that I died in yearning and longing than that I live weary and despairing.

I want the hunger for love and beauty to be in the depths of my spirit,for I have seen those who are satisfied the most wretched of people.
I have heard the sigh of those in yearning and longing, and it is sweeter than the sweetest melody.

With evening's coming the flower folds her petals and sleeps, embracing her longing.
At morning's approach she opens her lips to meet the sun's kiss. The life of a flower is longing and fulfilment. A tear and a smile.

The waters of the sea become vapor and rise and come together and area cloud. And the cloud floats above the hills and valleys until it meets the gentle breeze, then falls weeping to the fields and joins with brooks and rivers to return to the sea, its home. The life of clouds is a parting and a meeting. A tear and a smile. And so does the spirit become separated from the greater spirit to move in the world of matter and pass as a cloud over the mountain of sorrow and the plains of joy to meet the breeze of death and return whence it came. To the ocean of Love and Beauty----to god.