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Sun reflecting off the iridescent scales

Shimmering with colors and stars

Lizards scattering away gracefully

Across the heated sandy landscape

She dips her head in the running water of a near-by stream

And flips her hair back in

Raining cool droplets down her shoulders

Back, to a light trickle down her legs

Smelling sweet nectar of a near-by honeysuckle

She lays back in day dream

Copper is the color of her skin

She delves in even deeper

Rays of warmth soothing her being

Feelings of feathery light touches on eyelids

She awakens with the sweet butterfly kisses

And glowing-comforting-out of this world eyes
Of her lizard sun lover

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To new beginnings


Flowers, strings, new eyes, friends & smiles

All on the road to new beginnings

Lucky to be able to start again

With this chance I shall not take for granted

When something keeps coming back 'round

Over and over again and again...

You must have missed something before

This path is clearing away for the taking

Though this time I shall uncover all that

There is to be revealed

In it I will take and apply these magical skills to

Learn how to express all I feel inside and out
To help us see a better day

werd

Thanks Bitchtits. Does anyone else here want to share some prose, poetry or lyrics? I know some of you also write ;}

i write a lot of nonsense, I just penned this on the train, dedicated to bitchtits.

Ive been blessed by God by a begging bum, my sins forgiven.

R.L. me thinks yer i'deer is a good one, ya know.
Funny hows chalk barrs can create murals on me supporting walls.
Give me a couple days or two for diggin' up just some of a few writings,
located in my "Archives" that I just cannot seem to locate momentarily.

However, some of my archives are embedded into my memory,
although not completely. Here is at least the start of one I hope to conjure up later. Eventually you will understand, I wrote this with my "old long departed cannine frield, Cassidy, alive at the time, lying on my bed there before me at my desk.


Cassidy. (circa 1989).


Bubble-blowing pipe dreams
All my mind desires to partake
deluding myself with imagined
things up in the hollow clouds.

Do dogs have such notions ?



to be continued........

I love it r.c. you defintiely have a way with words, I can't wait to read more.


gong sounds open me
i walk along the river
he embraces me

(i'm trying to write haikus, not that good at it though yet)

Patience.
Maybe couple weeks, not days.
Hopefully not months for the old stuff.
Nothing current,
positively possible to break-out
the good ol' drawing board,
and push a pencil
on some paper.
May-bee dust off the easel
And mix some paint.

Besides what some people may think, I can be quite patient ;} Whenever's clever. Take care r.c.