Love Letter From the Soul Lxi

M, The paints propose in green and blue and red between each strok'd curve bristles beaming refined dew undue dripped in gold angels amid angles anchored to men and to land where big cats roam and prey thrusting into troubled times a troubadour of transformation dictating upon mouthed words delivered in bursts of light eruptions of grandeur enamored with spotlight she's shown more than just bones lips releasing endorphins ar'se shattering lines antidepressant debaffled, debriefed the pieces, fall firmly in place
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March 26, 2020 at 11:56 PM
I love this series, for sure a book!
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March 28, 2020 at 4:42 AM
one word. soluble :)
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March 27, 2020 at 8:47 AM
Maybe with all the stimulus money going around I should put one out. It can be written on dual ply
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March 26, 2020 at 5:08 PM
when I was a child, there was a technique we sometimes used in art class, primary school...very early in the piece I call "Past", where we would colour the paper we were using in multi coloured crayon. We would then paint over the whole piece with black paint and then use a sharp tool or the edge of a coin to scratch the paint and form another abstract story. The best poetry, the best stories are the ones that are abstract, amorphic; everyone's mind is a different dimension,
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March 26, 2020 at 11:01 PM
Very talented
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March 26, 2020 at 9:41 PM
https://youtu.be/-29Owtr0jew
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March 26, 2020 at 9:40 PM
https://youtu.be/98agX9axcd0
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March 26, 2020 at 8:49 PM
https://youtu.be/JRKv5ZLJ7Ts
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March 26, 2020 at 7:01 PM
The meaning behind your words to me, could be read completely differently than what you were thinking at the time of writing. However, I do understand and I can read between the lines. Empath. Intuitive.Funnily enough, my daughter, sent me a painting this morning. I am responding with my interpretation to her in poem format; true collaboration is formed between all authors in any format with all readers. Even the ones pushing bricks up hill. Collaboration does not necessarily mean you are both on the same page, it does involve discourse of minds. Wrap your head around that in French....or any language you please. x
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March 26, 2020 at 6:34 PM
Thank you Leanne x
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March 26, 2020 at 5:12 PM
even if we think we are on the same page. Intepretation of a story is in the language delivered from the soul, and this is where it really gets interesting. It could be translated from English into French...or Latin, but Love is the common denominator for all, even those who seem to think they are on their own, backed into a corner, and vitriolic with their lot in life....everyone is looking for Love, and that is the last thing one thinks of before they slip away, they think of it in some form or another. Love abstract, love your poem.
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