mookster's blog
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Tuesday, August 23rd, 2005
Closed Doors
Shadows twist within your eyes
And padded feet tiptoe across your forehead
Like honey spun gold dipped in ice
I watch as the day unfolds
A new sky bringing fruit
And there I wait
A rainbow coloured sponge
Colours me with wet as I walk around the room
And I am white with anxiety
Two days and four nights
Leave me trembling at my bedside, hands folded
And the doors close behind me.
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| Posted By mookster @ 4:39 PM | [Comment on this blog post] |
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djinfla's comment posted August 24th @ 2:49 AM:
Fantastic. "Color me wet.." hmmm, sure woulda liked to have had the experience that conjured up that line Mook!
Rock on. |
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pj20's comment posted August 24th @ 7:02 PM:
You are truly a great songwriter/poet. You are such a talented person. I really think that something will work out for you. I cannot think of anyone that deserves it more!!!!!luv pj |
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bassthumper's comment posted August 26th @ 5:19 PM:
makes you stop and think about your self for a moment...........? |
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skul1986's comment posted July 10th @ 3:13 PM:
you are beautiful. beyond looks. beyond time, and beyond mind. |
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