RE: color 1
this desert phantom is basically Mt. St. Michel without the sea
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color 1
I choose the color red blood, and jewels, and skies. pinks and purples face away but passion never dies.
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RE: color 1
the root chakra is red energy moving up the spine to meet the lovely effects of sumptous red wine
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RE: RE: color 1
and the mind is royal purple a majestic sunset blend filling the body with fine thoughts saving the best for the end.
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fading colors
after the end of this today when every color goes away and i run out of things to say i leave to dream of one more day
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RE: color II
If, that is, I marry. Which I never will. Sharing is the wine of life, and I have drunk my fill.
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color II
I choose another color of nature's rarest rose. the gold of noontide's sunlight shall be my wedding robe.
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monuments
born to stand a little while 'til it becomes a gravel pile.
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Aquarius Rising
to meet a Topaz Sun to have some fun before it slips under the Horizon leaving the purple of royal Mind Behind
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discolor, too
If marriage is the whine of life, I wonder why so many opt for the obvious strife.
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RE: color II
Yes, The Golden Robe Shines Quite Brite But Underneath Its Purple Tonight
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Collective Suffering
Suffering under shades of blue burkas and the African sky notes from the throats of Zulu women carrying for all those who die
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shifting monuments
i have raised a monument more lasting than sand for those who read to understand in lines that rhyme but who knows what i meant?
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RE: shifting monuments
nature raised this monument and she will tear it down she'll wear its sand as sequins in her majestic crown.
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color me, too
Tattered is the Golden Robe, the Pomp and Circumstance are drear. We need a wild splash of paint to make the madness real!
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RE: RE: color II
This needs a little puce. a tiny stroke just there will make the colors come alive and, maybe, clear the air.
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RE: Collective Suffering
Trapped by the gazing summit I pondered but was kept caught in a web Silenced by my aching thundered I slept silently stiff.
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RE: shifty monuments
nature, too, is shifty. highly tempermental storming, blazing,hurling bolts, then suddenly turned gentle.
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shifty monuments
in nature's crown the mountains gleam like tiny gems her eyes outshine the sun she cries and rain spoils all our fun
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RE: color me, too
Secrets to this painting thing: be bold and lay it on thick, anchor your corners, be sparse with black and never be formulaic.
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RE: color me, too
Pomp is tinted dullest blue. best retired for brighter hue.
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RE: RE: Collective Suffering
looking out upon the world from somewhere up on high, everything seems easier when seen against the sky.
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RE: shifty moments
who wants nature to be solid, unyielding, unchanging, and boring? Capriciousness is what I like. It keeps me from snoozing and snoring.
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shifty moments
storms disturb our quiet vacations heavy snow keeps kids from school nature red in tooth and claw is unreliable as a rule
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