

Without IIThe days march on like an army of ants -Without II
unerring, undeterred - and I follow, reluctant, unsure if I am walking
towards you or further away.
I trail the sun around the day, - rising, setting - and I start to wonder if it is still the same sun we see or if we are already moving in different galaxies.
I breathe, I cry, I smile (sometimes). I go on.
[But without you here, it does not feel, like I live.]


Without IMy world is peopled with ghosts, the phantoms of loved ones who walk in and out of my life.Without I
I inspire this attitude in those I love -
they come and go, and I remain. They live,
and I wait.
Life pours in and out, but I remain an empty vessel -
only you can fill me.


StrayThere is a stray cat, all black and scruffy, who sits on my porch some mornings, happily accepting a bowl of cat nip and a belly rub.Stray
I never know when to expect him, and I know better than to wait for him.
He is a wild warrior,
he can take care of himself, and he does not need me.
But sometimes he likes the comforts of home,
and so in due course I will find him sitting on my porch again.
(He reminds me
a lot of you in that way.)
Warmth

MythosI saw smiles that winter Yes, in the serious undergrowth cut where I was bornMythos
I saw your brand new fishing hat and we were like dawns in our underclothes spread like wet sticky mosses on branches that blew smoke in the face of my monster blame
We spit like dancers: at our heels to move quickly to slide blade-patterns through the overtones the missing syntax of our misanthrope kingdom
We sped like firestorms
I took your carvings and trashed them twisted my own dogs to mean partiality for your weakness I
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Tu me manques.
As-tu compris?
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"Robert ... I'm trying to change my heathen ways ... would you have my soul condemned over rice?"
- Bucky
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Divided Creativity:
Portraiture: ~AlannaJohan-Imagery
Words: ~AlannaJohan
Thank you for this compliment and for all your wonderful, constructive comments you leave on my deviations.
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"Robert ... I'm trying to change my heathen ways ... would you have my soul condemned over rice?"
- Bucky
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"Robert ... I'm trying to change my heathen ways ... would you have my soul condemned over rice?"
- Bucky
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Ich mag das so, dass du schweigst, wenn du weißt, dass es an der Zeit ist.
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"Robert ... I'm trying to change my heathen ways ... would you have my soul condemned over rice?"
- Bucky
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