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Mornin’ people.  The heats rising already this a.m.  on my third sippy the coffee.  And the poetry has yet to reveal itself.  As you loyal followers know, it will.  BTW..  I have my story for the Entre-Slam next week.  I’m Not telling it here, you’ll have to come hear me.  


Rain seems best when not from the heart

It’s best when it comes gathered up 

in those fat grey rolling clouds

filled with lightening and thunder

ready to burst wide and feed the land


Rain that comes from the heart takes 

the lightening hits with anguish

and thunder shudders the hurt hard

through the whole body in a fever

Storming fast the drenched inside


Some rain is tender, soft to the land 

Gentle on the heart in a patter of care

A little nurturance and giving

Melting the grey cloud to blue

with no tribulation to an open heart


All storms have a way of clearing out 

Rain or tears inside or out

A great washing away for a new day

It’s noticing the gift of it

Noticing the refresh of the release


Maybe the heart’s rain is best.




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28  july  2011   >   21/12/3   >   universe/hangedone/empress


 What new lens do you need to look through?

Can you accept that the ‘Universe rushes to meet your intention’?

Is there someone in your life that needs you to be very clear and give good boundaries?

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First let me say… YIPPEEEE, it rained.


I read an article by another writer that spoke to never editing or censoring the stories they tell and.. (the Big ‘and’)… they have published words that have hurt their family and friends.  Basically, dumping their emotional load all over the place with out thought to the feelings of others.  Or, more likely aware of the feelings of others and being care-less.  Thus, hurting themselves as well.

For me… that ain’t gonna happen.  Story that poo in a locked journal and burn it before you die that is,  If you remember to.  Writing is certainly a wonderful way to work through the troubles that life can bury you in.  And is it necessary to puke it up and lay your stink all over everyone else?

Anyone else have an opinion on this?  Anyway…  just wanted to say.  now.. back to the rest of the day.



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Rain comes to soften 

lay it’s wet down

lay it’s moist deep

lay to the dry land

a hungry need


My dry days have a hunger

parched by the minds toils 

thirsty by the minds strains

burnt up by the ‘try too hard’


My dreams are brittle chards

that stab me awake

desiccate my sleep

hold me to the dry night

that seeks an oasis.


I am bone dry and I need rain


The rain comes to soften

it comes to wet me down

It comes to moisten my mind

It comes to fill my cup full

so I can pour out and fill again


I welcome the wet days

The days that soften





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