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BEYOND SUCH FILTERED SHADE(Old English)
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JOURNAL#30 where endeth such shackled brokenness in the'
no immediate muse makes her wait known
at the present miserable stoop of my heart's
darkened door
fear be not the rejected martyr
hope has not even had a bite of her own
canceled glory
what he shouts in red shaded anger
his heart speaks not
in the nameless silence
though truly husband be he
such label as HUSBAND
act not he in anyway that is this day to me
he stands in the much too small shoes
of a disapproving stranger
3 days hence
wearing such cold, cold damaged armor
wholely spoiling for that not which is his
own deserved recompence
why even in the disquieted anticipation
this gaping wilted rose
knows not the very moment her sun will rise
again
she is but a cloudy morning
until that grand fourth of July time
when all the carnivals are once again on
display
she shivers so beautifully pinched
dizzy for the dew that will open in her
that wanderous courage set aside
and embrace her inner loveliness
that was momentarily forgotten
from beloved shoot to sensuous stem
Satya, how I love you so
in your anger
don't begrudge me you........
(written June 2,2005 10pm)
This really rocked from the beginning to the end