So my deviantArt has been pushed aside like the rest of my life. Always the friends that suffer...


Gaia's Bowl/I spread myself much too thin/ As I would, the sweetcream butterGaia's Bowl
That slowly melted on the scone At the corner Coffee Shoppe
Where I first met Music
Cecilia brought me my bill Smiling sheltered sunshine 'I take my tea decaffeinated So as not to dehydrate... I cannot spare a lot of money'
I sat, soaked in, and listened Relaxing my world-weary legs Traveled so far for one piece of Art It had to be as moody as I was And paid for with only a promise
Forever observing, the place had a tone It was warmth and lull and creation &nb


Journey-Homeward BoundOn the way in, there was intense pain Dulled only by the lulling of the moving path The farmhouses, charmed tobacco Reminded me of HomeJourney-Homeward Bound
I felt as though, the Woman’s place Was fulfilled in me, the last link in the chain Traveling, back to the start, the Beginning Mother Nature’s midwife
Scarlet took me through the incivilities of the South She promised me that we were Northbound now Kit and I told fables along the way, not daring
To reminisce about our own Past
We carried with us, the last remaining Sister She aged gracefully, the same way that


Creaking Gatedusky winds arrive to awaken the old setting everything to creak with motion oak trees deny their age, in responsive whispers but the iron Gate now nearly rusted shut has one youthful joint that will cry out longing for the touch, of clean handsCreaking Gate
you were timid about stopping by seasonally worried, for the Changes would the past flow in to meet the present or were you already well forgotten take a deep breath, know if no one is home the house will remember you still
you were dressed in your summer's best
peach chiffon that played with the breeze
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Too low to find my way too high to wonder why
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is a deviant since Feb 29, 2004, 1:28 PM
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**art requires an open mind**
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Once you can accept the universe as matter expanding into nothing that is something, wearing stripes with plaid comes easy.
--Albert Einstein
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Of all the things I've lost... I miss my mind teh most.
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