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Orchard He like a brown baked apple
my tongue heavy to take the weight of fruit,
He like a thick slow syrup
my restraint, the insipid dilute.
If it were sweet to take in
his old-orchard grin
I’d know not the nectar of it,
I am the bee at the Mackintosh tree
who sees the blossom
and just bumbles above it.

He the medicine wheel garden
and I
all the pebbles beside him.
He the unfurling Sage leaf,
and I
all the dew cupped inside him.
Masochist Zoo your bird-beak gazes
hook into my breath and quicken it
alarm bells ring but to me sound too far off
to make my ears bleed,
I climb up to you, your quiet masochist's zoo
I photograph your captivity
I bring you seeds

I like it when you take me to those dark places
the little cliff-side hollows
where you nest
those secret perches where you brood over your bondage
I like how you call me "the best"
while you finger her name tag clipped through your wing,
how you speak to me of marriage
after giving her the ring
Flying Pisces We could build such castles of cloud to
waft like sky-born seeds
we could tend such vaporous buds!
Who would mention the word foundation
to us? How could we even think it?
We’ll never cement our feet we’ll never
wake from sleep if dreams are the only price
we’ll think all of the time but never think twice

I want these to be like ether,
this is mist we wade in, this is our
bricks of languid dew
This is what I walk on, this is me,
this is you
The Suprise Garden Who like a plant expands?
Who grows steadily and as readily as leaves?
Static but always outward reaching
and sturdy roots
and yellow flowers, or orange,
or, of the sun, whatever they are--
So much it took me by surprise,
the garden growing in his eyes,
so much it shook me
that my husk forsook me and sent me
like a seed
wind-born, to germinate where I fall again.
Who is confident in gentleness?
Who like a tree grows solid
and grows heaven-bent?
Do I see and mistake arrogance for strength
or strength for arrogance
or, whatever it is--
Do I see and mistake?

I swear I saw a garden growing
orange and green and yellow
with su
When Mold Crept In The House When mold crept in the house
I thought of life
the yellow green gray granules of life
pouring into all the cracks
lighting onto every empty niche of industry
fed by the puddles left behind by people who forget to remember
to be civilized, to metalize,
to plasticize,
or by people who remember that life feeds on otherwise

twining milky roots bursting through any crumble of concrete
leaves leaking their juice under our shoes
sticky droplets of sap falling on windshields
birds nesting under eaves
or in old chimneys
moths in closets eating a tuxedo

Pan’s antennas twitching
feeling for a way to turn the dark spaces between a
A Personal Philosophy Should I start singing about
hallucinations
paranoia, the steel claws of fear
utterly unfounded but based in something
its base so solid in something
about what it’s like
having hard eyes with x-ray night vision
Should I?

I prefer
Yes-I-think-the-light-is-coming-in
I prefer
I Love You over and over again
I prefer fleur d’amour
the aromatic breeze that blows down memory lane
such a clean breath! I don’t care that it’s old!
I want to choke on cliché and smear my wounds
with the balm of mellifluous over-sentiment

I’d rather swim in too much honey
than show off the welts from bee stings

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Events that trigger a kind of “explosion”, leading to the recognition of longstanding personal patterns by forcing you to step out of the cycle.
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Mood: Pride *theOrangeSunflower Jan 6, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
Epic work man

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A dove is a glove that I wear on my heart, and though I like to dress smart it doesn't have any part of the world of fashion. - JF [link]
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~BirdStar Jan 6, 2012
Thanks!
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~christymyth Sep 2, 2011
Love everything going on here
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~BirdStar Sep 5, 2011
Thank you!
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*RebeccaTripp Aug 31, 2011  Professional Traditional Artist
Oh, that's gorgeous! I took a deep breath when I saw this lovely piece of art!

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May a blessed light guide you.
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~lamblyn Aug 29, 2011  Hobbyist Digital Artist
wow

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A guilty conscience needs to confess. A work of art is a confession.-Albert Camus

"The fact that a believer is happier than a skeptic is no more to the point than the fact that a drunken man is happier than a sober one."
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~BirdStar Sep 10, 2011
:)
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Mood: Love ~Armageddicorn May 28, 2011
Beautiful! I look forward to seeing more.
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~BirdStar Jun 19, 2011
Thank you very much!
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*JamesSkeltonSmith Mar 28, 2011
Excellent...I know exactly where you're coming from with this!!
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"To make a painting, all you need to do is take some paints, draw some lines, and fill the rest up with feelings." - attributed to William Degouve de Nuncques
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