essay: #111: Cloud Nine

Floating on Cloud Nine.
With love and endless possibilities.
Loving and being loved.
From near and far.
Fade into you.
Yes.
A billion times.
No longer in utero.
Breathe.
Breathe.
Breathing.
Again.
With someone beautiful by my side.

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essay: #110: How The Light Gets In

Sydney 2009...
The dust storm rolls into town.
And nature reclaims its own, once again.
Eerie but beautiful.
A shroud turns day to night.

And I wander through its unfamiliar streets.
Seeking the recognisable, something.
Anything.
Past.
Present.
Future.

Again, the accidental tourist.
Wrapped in a fog of uncertainty.
But now with someone beautiful.
By my side...


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essay: #109: Beauty...

Simply celestial.

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essay: #108: 21 grams

c.deelee55

They say the soul weighs 21 grams.
But what,a lifetime of love?
This cartography of the human heart.
For those.
Lost, and found.

So fragile at first.
These steps into the unknown.
"OPEN YOUR EYES," I whisper.

But I can't.

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essay: #107: Love Spreads

When you least expect it...

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essay: #106: Satellite Snapshots

Flooding in the North.
Fires in the South.
World gone topsy-turvy.
A planet, catches alight, meanwhile.
From a sun oh, so hot.

So much to taste in this brave, new satellite world.
A place of sliding doors.
And first true loves.
Now, a decorated marine.
Whispers sweet nothings...

To all my yesterdays.

And tomorrows.

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essay: #105: Warmth

c. Andrew Brownbill.

Jayne is saddened by fires and warmed by friends.

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essay: #104 Darcey Blues

c.sebastian Costanzo.


Sweet Darcey Freeman.
Only four-years-old.
Daddy snaps.
Throws her off the Westgate.
To her death below.
Little Angel with no wings.
Forever, broken.
RIP

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essay: #103: Reality

In a nutshell...

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