The darkness within us shows its face,
In numerable ways, one embrace.
In this moment, I dream.
In a valley where raven screams,
Atop a hill, amid a heath,
I went to dissolve my grief.
Hope should not die; is signal I perceive.
From the silvers through nimbus, & red roses beneath.
I am not lost in endless space- I do believe,
Time’s gentle embrace I receive.
Dark hollow words echo
in my skin for things
I have done in numerable sins
counting each a thorn of pain
dark hollow words distain
desire my internal fire
my funeral pyre they cut so slow
so very deep I feel then seep
down to keep me in turmoil
Cleansed by my fire slow and complete
dark hollow words
echo long
into my night
longing for something
to keep me company
My crushes are so numerable, it is crazy to try to remember them all.
When I love you it’s in a full blown puppy way, in your lap with Tarzan’s call.
Sky King, Mighty Mouse, Bugs Bunny, The Pink Panther, Howdy Doody.
Yes, I know it is dating me. I also crush on things sweet and fruity.
Cobbler, filled donuts, eclairs, turnovers, any kind of pie especially cherry.
I loved being outside picking fruit, peas, beans, and all kinds of berry.
I crushed on mushrooms fresh from the woods full of tiny ants.
When I got a bit older I crushed on bell bottoms, the hippy pants.
Crush on Elvis, Johnny Cash, John Wayne, Maureen Sullivan and others.
Cannot get enough of Trixie Belden, Nancy Drew, and Agatha Christie.
Love all things shiny dazzling – rhinestones, aluminum foil, names like Trixie.
Attracted beyond belief to Tina Turner, Cher, Bette Midler and Adam Lambert.
A hippie throwback with a green thumb; I love to wear a three tiered skirt.
TV is not my thing at all, but I love to paint, swim, dance, play racquetball.
I love what I love, and I mean for the rest of my life, flat out in a puppy way.
So if you want to be my friend, make sure it’s forever because I don’t play.
We have sorrows we can't share
and an in-numerable amount of sin.
We have burdens we can't bare
and no friends with which to find comfort.
We have troubles beyond our fix
and cause such dead array.
We are bent beneath some load
and have no way to carry it.
HE has conquered
and it will be worth it all when we see JESUS!
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