Reaching out beyond the dream of what you thought was real, spinning on this ball of life, head now under heel. Ready to die, to live this life so raw, alive on ledge- dancing, hurling, freeing your soul to finally stretch the edge.

Saturday, October 10, 2009

Thank you fur lettin me be mice elf, again...

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Let not my heart be weighted

Nor my love be blind or shaded

If my light be sadly faded

When love comes once again fated,


Knocking at my door



May two fiery souls’ union

Come to me none too soon then

With a blessed and warm reunion

Of souls' unabashed communion,


Oh love, come call on me

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