Trailer LoveThey had been together for twelve years. She loved him, she did. But sitting here in the trailer with her two kids, she wondered. She hated this trailer. It was the trailer “God provided.” It was wearing at the edges, the cheap teal paint chipping off. No one was home to put on a new coat. She would, if she could find the time. She loved him; she hated him for not visiting in two years. She often pondered, bitterly, if he was still married to the other as well. She followed the thought with a long drag of wine. The fight was still bright in her mind. “Betty, it’s a custom. I need the Africans to trust me. This is the only way. It’Trailer Love
AurynTwo minds twisted into one.Auryn
Two lives forever mingled.
Betwixt the scales of life's hidden dilemmas, a bond is formed.
The auryn, a symbol, a sign.
The end of one completes another,
Neither yielding but each giving up their whole selves.
A never ending story
A never ending fight
Destruction of the old,
The beginning of the new
An endless circle of light
The night wraps the day
The pure cuddle the dark
Two signs of ambiguity,
Binding together,
When the Stars come outWhen Stars Come Out Play with fire you get burned. Ashes to ashes dust to dust. Did they play with fire too? Is that how they died? Burned to ash? Magick. The word help power. It sounded forbidden. I was enchanted by the way it slithered off my tongue.; leaving the end to sit. The last syllable always with me. Just like the practice, never leaving you . Always there were memories of breezy nights, close friends and tingles down my arms. Magick made you more. You were more then a defenseless person. More then a single, white female. I was more. I was united. United to the ancient, to every generation. I was united fromWhen the Stars come out
Friendship lostSmoke dwells, fire burns Joy lost as seasons turn Stone pilliar proved false Time to simmer, time to pop Crumble away as time often proves Hearts soaked in oil, unmovedFriendship lost
Temples fall, prayers go deaf Bitter wind prys apart Every hope of the unmoved heart Forgiviness unbidden, starts to rise Ruins now stand alone Prayers in the moss
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c(-'.'-c)Kirby loves Audiodrayne
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Explosions of red,silver and blue.
Then a release of pain
No one knew
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"Time held me green and dying/
Though I sang in my chains like the sea."
Dylan Thomas, "Fern Hill"
~TheNaturals *macrophoto ~GreenDA
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Explosions of red,silver and blue.
Then a release of pain
No one knew
--
"Time held me green and dying/
Though I sang in my chains like the sea."
Dylan Thomas, "Fern Hill"
~TheNaturals *macrophoto ~GreenDA
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c(-'.'-c)Kirby loves Audiodrayne
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