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RebardThere was at one time a man or boy who was enthralled with writing books. There was something about his stories, though, that seemed eminently wrong. Maybe it was that the two lovers would kiss at night, and return to their niche at day, oblivious to everything and foolish to all. I read his works, and I am just as confused by his comedies as his tragedies. I am sorry to say that Shakespeare is just not for me.Rebard
by ~Mekon474
Words and BeesThere was an older gent who waddled from his porch each morning from the paint on his rocking-chair, worn on the seat and aimed his gaze at the glorious flowerbloom. He leaned his smeller's nose down; he drank deep the fast-dispersed scent of pure vibrance; he savored the dew that moistened it; he read each crumpled petal as they yawned. And he would linger for a time, even after that smell would float away. He would linger, and he would ponderWords and Bees
why they didn't hug eachother at night, instead.
by ~Mekon474
Willowtree WednesdayHold in: I wander through my woods and wonder what's worth saying now when all I've got to think about is how I'm near one-quarter through. I wish the rain would slap my face and tell me don't be dumb until my skin and heart go numb and I've got no feeling left for you. An epiphany of what love really is once told me it's not the trite but more of a spite for our own built-in fear of what might come with change. Another way to say that is we can't lay down brick roads they might soon be the wrong way to go when our priorities rearrange. But while I wonder this and walk with no gait I ask "Willowtree Wednesday
by ~Mekon474
cork-board calligraphySincere as your shuddering exhale once upon an embrace.cork-board calligraphy
Eye contact is a daytime REM cycle a chinese-finger-trap-never-tripped hug Just this can - Just this can make a Blues-tuned Harmonica smile and skip for the sunset I saw
the one through your eyes on a chair of woven neckties.
by ~Mekon474
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- Current Residence: Portland, OR, USA
- Interests: Give me a story or a pen. A song or an instrument. A teacher or a student.
- Favourite movie: If it's got something to say, I like it.
- Favourite band or musician: mewithoutYou Jurassic 5, The Seatbelts, Great Big Sea and The Transplants are a few examples
- Favourite genre of music: If it's music I like it.
- Favourite artist: If they feel ways about things and know how to show it, I like them.
- Favourite poet or writer: The one who writes from the heart.
- Favourite photographer: Whoever took this - http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j123/MEKON474/06kiss2_span.jpg - Seriously.
- Favourite style of art: If it's art I like it
- Operating System: Linux/XP
- Favourite gaming platform: PC
- Personal Quote: Whatever you do, do it well.
- Tools of the Trade: Attention to detail, an eye for inner beauty, and a sense of humor
- Website: http://planetorange.blogspot.com/
- Email: bbrd83@gmail.com
- AIM: mekon474
- Skype: bbrd83
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