Just A Thought

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No matter how blue or serene the sky might be, sometimes, a hole may occur. Now replace sky with soul. Although in the first case the hole is also as blue as the sky itself, in the second one the hole could be as dark as coal.

The Romance of the Universe

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The English Patient

Drifting Out

Now I'm drifting out over deep oceans
And the tide won't take me back in

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Sunset

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Same sunset, miles away...

Refresh

 

Refresh the page.

It is the same.

The words are there,

and are unchanged.

A new page will soon arrive,

new words will soon arise.

It'll be a new dawn,

it'll be a new day...

when newly crafted words

will fill the page...

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Where was I???

Where was I when you were burned and broken

While the days slipped by from your window watching

And where was I when you were hurt and you were helpless

Because the things I say and the things I do surround you

While I was hanging myself on someone else's words

Dying to believe in what I heard

You were staring straight into the shining sun

Lost in thought and lost in time

While the seeds of life and the seeds of change were planted

Outside the rain fell dark and slow

While you pondered on this dangerous but irresistible pastime

you took a heavenly ride through our silence

You knew the moment had arrived

For killing the past and coming back to life

You took a heavenly ride through our silence

You knew the waiting had begun

And headed straight into the shining sun

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_ - o - / A reversed perspective on David Gilmour's Coming Back to Life. \ - o - _

Autumn's Sweet...

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There's still drought outside, and still we feel the summer heat in the air surrounding us...
The calendar says it's already autumn...

"Autumn's sweet we call it fall"

 Red Hot Chili Peppers - Scar Tissue

Learning to Fly

Can't keep my eyes from the circling skies
Tongue-tied and twisted just an earth-bound misfit, I

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I Capture the Castle

What good are words on a page?

What good is anything if a man can't open his heart and let himself out?

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The Closed Door

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A glass door...

Or a crafted door...

 A closed door adorned with a Moon, lit by the Moon itself by night...

A door closed by a shade of pale; a whiter shade of pale. Or, was it something else? The light of an eye? The shadow of that rounded thought?

The hazyness of a lost soul? The dark side of a distant Moon, a golden Moon?

The tides of Mars? The unthinkable size of Canis Major?

It was probably the color of the endless space, and the shapeless time...

Shadow Story

Tricking roots,

and tricking rocks...

Tricking stoney grounds
for wiser thoughts.
Drinking darkened coffee

in the morning mist.
The morning mist

of (our) thoughts...

Distant thoughts

of (our) closest deeds...

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Morning Thought

Blue space and a few lost words...