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Posted by Sweettalk on January 6, 2011 at 1:43 PM Comments comments (4)

I sit staring at my alarm clock

Drowning in this cup of coffee

Letting it waken those memories

The screams and pain dancing along

With the words and finding all

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~Midnight Scars~

Posted by Sweettalk on September 16, 2010 at 10:06 PM Comments comments (3)

Tonight, I hung brightly colored stars in the air.

The hope and music for all tomorrows

hanging within their brilliance.

I danced under those stars alone,

skirts swishing and swirling with the funky

beats of tomorrows.


Then the sun went down, and I waited.

The glow on the horizon did not appear.

Instead magnificent breezes traveled

quickly inside an...

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Chosen to Betray~

Posted by Sweettalk on September 10, 2010 at 11:48 PM Comments comments (0)

Harold Norse inspired me a while back when Cutter introduced me to the wonderful poet in his Firday Famous Poet Feature.. I put my won twist on the journey.. I am not sure Harold would approve, but I never look for approval, just a release for my soul-filled ink.

My feet found hallowed ground and I paused.

Wind, Fire, Spirit, I need you.

The voices of my blurry vision pulled me down to kneel

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Posted by Sweettalk on September 9, 2010 at 9:39 PM Comments comments (4)

When I am alone


I find myself following traces of your fingerprints

over the shadows of my skin.

My mind wanders the path you and I travel and

stops to smell each rose, budding new ones or wilted

smiles from our forever long ago.


Alone, I feed on each pollen scented raindrop

marked by your sweet breath.

Alone I am cast in dark nothingness wi...

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Less Coke, More Rum, Maybe Whiskey Now.

Posted by Sweettalk on August 27, 2010 at 8:32 PM Comments comments (2)

You know those strands of time in the moonweaver's songs?

I think I may have fallen deeply into the bottom of yours.

I hear melodies riddled with shotgun blasts

and see worn-out shoes with soles long past

Brambles thicker than giant Sequoia trunks

and empty beds with rust-stained bunks

Her eyes are yours, and she cries each each night 

Curled in the hammock of your tears.

VIbrations rattle my windo...

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~Traveling slowly among winking stars~

Posted by Sweettalk on August 22, 2010 at 2:33 PM Comments comments (3)

It is more than pining for that which I do not possess.



It is the sparkle in my eyes and the upturn of my lips



when I wake each morning and as I lay my head on the pillow each night.




It is the deep burning within,



Beyond that which the quenching



of passionate sharing can fulfill..




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Posted by Sweettalk on July 24, 2010 at 5:34 PM Comments comments (1)

Tracing the metallic tang draining with each minute breath,

the guests here can see it all clearly

Blackened sweat pouring through denial’s cloak

Don’t slow down, for no harbor will be found now

The fires which used to blind the moon are now fading

into lies built steadily inside the ticking clock

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Calibrated Chaos...

Posted by Sweettalk on July 16, 2010 at 8:47 PM Comments comments (6)

Calibrated Chaos




The thunder rumbles through me

Beating a funeral dirge inside

It is like trying to convince myself

I am living as whole as possible.

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Posted by Sweettalk on July 14, 2010 at 9:53 AM Comments comments (3)

Still are the marsh grasses in the sullen, warm breeze.

Sad are the lullabies the red-headed sparrows sing.

The sun sets slowly upon a hill of eternal magic

And the rain slants into my skin as it begins a

journey, trespassing upon my large teardrops.

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Posted by Sweettalk on June 23, 2010 at 5:04 PM Comments comments (3)

My woven spirit unlocked

in the heat of your molten gaze

My fires fanned perfectly in

the curvaceous breezes of ...

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