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~~ Touching Way Too Much ~~ Now listen up! Yes you the one that travels miles every day trying to keep up with the norm in the sideways perspective, and not finding it any more regular than a day spent naked in the Hamptons... Feeling the danger of intimacy, especially while naked and I am not talking about a show others might be so stunned, and intrigued a cup of strong coffee could muster. 

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~~ Shy moments ~~ For you the one that hides behind the lines.  The one who losses herself in time, and in place, just come in, and don't be shy. Shyness is the lesser or the many evils in life.  It distorts present moments, and it disfigures designs only acquired through the genius mind... You, just come in, and have some tea with me...

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~~ Sunday in the Whelms ~~ Oh you the one that holds my secrets out loud... and the one that reveals them in morbid places so scattered, where do you come from? Yes the real you, who conquers the silent areas of my serenity... and the whom I seem to stay away from, stay away from me, and then I change my mind come back! Whoever you were, wherever you have come from, whenever I have

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~~ Gratitude Post ~~ I am grateful for today, and it is Saturday... I am grateful for the swimming pool we went to today... I am grateful for the hot weather here in the South West... I am grateful for the summer Tour De France... I am grateful for my new art commissions... I am grateful for my cold mixed drink... I am grateful for my gratitude list... I am grateful for this flower being

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~~ A poem for my self ~~ Even if I could explain the sensation in your color, it would leave me at loss for words expressed... Tell me now what it is that is important in my life, and I would scoff at your help, I would be confused, at the simplicity of your gesture... Listening to the power of the color you display, I would try to muster the elegance to translate your beauty, for it is in

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~~ The Blue Rose ~~ Oh you who covers the imagination with color, who together with same intrigues the many. You who slanders with thorns crowded around your elegant neck, whose color still amazes my insides... The one that changes into designs only you could create, and the one who can and will always continue to be this way, even after I have turned to dust... How can you keep your beauty

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'In mine own beauty take I such delight That to no other love could I My fond affections plight. 'Since in my looking-glass each hour I spy Beauty enough to satisfy the mind, Why seek out past delights, or new ones try When all content within my glass I find? What other sight so pleasing to mine eyes Is there that I might see Which further I could prize? 'My sweet reflection never fades away;

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~~ Open Seasons ~~ I am grateful for my flowers... I am grateful for my yard work... I am grateful for my life... I am grateful for the peace we all feel sometimes... I am grateful for the color of Spring Time on earth... I am grateful for all my blogs, and all my friends here... I am grateful for this gratitude post... I am grateful for the sunshine on Earth... I am grateful for the

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~~ Pale and Exhausted ~~ Sitting in pain brings me into you, and then I forge my ways towards injecting my emotions sideways ...always mindful of you. But you don't look my way. You stare into space and answer everyone else but me... You look sideways often, wondering where I am, and I find myself alone sitting and breaking into a thousand pieces... How have I been? You ask me but you

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~ A stream flows ~ Look beyond the sight of eyes, and you will begin to listen, know beyond the obvious, and you shall start your journey... When alone in silence, start to open your mind to the passing stream, and concentrate on the sounds, the whispers, the scents of those things... As you continue with closed eyes, even though you may think you can see, listen to the sound, and don't let

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~ Welcome home ~ Oh sweet scent you arrive, and then you leave... In that place where you live, and where you play, and where you walk every day... You the most honorable one!, the one that makes the coolest wind come alive evermore and more... Come here and let me decorate you my sweet flower, and let me be a part of your place, where only the finest scents, and warm embraces twelve,

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~ Sifted memories ~ Another day passes in time, the warmth of summer passes... The season comes with color, then fades into my silent spot... Arise sweet flower, and retake your eternal spring; Where only the texture of your heart lives...

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With your colors I eat of your Spring scent,with your colors I express my beating heart... Spending time with your shades I can feel thetravel of my eyes, just looking for the colors... Traveling to find your shapes, I continue to lookwith more and more desire at your beauty... How hard is it to draw your temporary presence!How divine your movements with warm dampair; just as the humming bird

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~ Remember me ~ If for some chance you may remember me, then look down the Avenues, and in the gas lamps; Where the yellow of the night glows, and only imagine me walking with you... If you think of the times we walked down the beach, and find yourself walking alone; Then remember the day we spent looking for luck with the dollar shells... If you somehow sense the presence of me in feeling,

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~ Sunflower take me away ~ Oh sunflower, take me away to where I will always feel warm by the sun, and loved by the green... Make me feel welcome in that dimension, awaken my heart to your kindness, and speech, let me know if I am behind on the take... Awaken me dear flower, and let me know that everything is okay, that I will be safe and warm, that I will walk with confidence, and passion...

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~ More Gratitude ~ I am grateful for the present moment... I am grateful to have this attitude... I am grateful for inside happiness... I am grateful for feeling good... I am grateful to have the choice of gratitude... I am grateful for my friends... I am grateful for my Julian... I am grateful for you...

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I am grateful for this Sunday evening... I am grateful for my flower blog... I am grateful for my pants... I am grateful for my life... I am grateful for the shine in the wax floors... I am grateful for my GOD... I am grateful for my blog friends... I am grateful for these French flowers... I am grateful the sound of Film School... I am grateful for the sound of the ocean waves...

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~ Telling You ~ If I could summon the words to describe how it is I feel for you, would you understand? And if I could think about the acquiescence in letters describing your hold on my heart would you read them gently? With you, I am alive, and complete without you I am a shell, just there taking up space, and leaving nothing for prosperity... You are my love, and my life, and my best friend

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~ Love ~ Like the tallest mountains on earth;love finds us unprepared,and leaves us wondering about tomorrow.Like the undeveloped flower;passion can haunt the largest field,and leave it drying in gold...Like the friendliest stranger;a simple poem to offer friendship,can bring you to me ...as my friend.

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~Rejecting rejection ~ "God don't make junk." In other words, every person has an infinite spiritual worth that has nothing to do with the ordinary judgements of the marketplace and the world. Other people may reject us for both good and bad reasons, but the real Source of our existence will never turn us away. Moreover, this Higher Power is also capable of leading each of us to the people and

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~ 310 ~ ZEPHYR comes back and brings with him fair weather* and his sweet family of grass and flowers, and crying Philomel and chirping Procne,* and Springtime all in whiteness and vermilion; the meadows smile, the skies turn clear again, and Jove takes joy in gazing at his daughter;* the waters, earth and air are full of love and every living thing is bent on loving. But there comes back to

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~ 35 ~ ALONE and deep in thought I measure out* the most deserted fields, with slow, dark steps, with eyes intent to flee whatever sign of human footprint left within the sand. I find no other shield for my protection against the knowing glances of mankind, for in my bearing all bereft of joy one sees from outside how I burn within. So now, I think, only the plains and mountains, the rivers

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~ Flower blog gratitude ~ I am grateful for my relationship with Jesus... I am grateful for my Higher Power... I am grateful for the angels which surround me... I am grateful for the scent of my beauty... I am grateful for my beauty Julian... I am grateful for my aftershave... I am grateful for my legs... I am grateful for my family... I am grateful for friends... I am grateful for my

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~ Time somebody told me ~ Time somebody told me That my love is total and so complete, That my mind is quick and full of wit, That my loving is just too good to quit. Time somebody told me How much they want, love, and need me, How much my spirit helps set them free, How my eyes shine full of the white light, How good it feels just to hold me tight. Time somebody told me So I had a talk with

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~ 141 ~ AS sometimes when the sun shines bright a foolish butterfly, seeking the light in its desire, flies into someones eyes and kills itself and makes the other cry: I, too, am always racing toward the fatal light of her eyes that show me so much sweetness it makes Love careless with the reins of reason, and who discerns is vanquished by desire.* And I can see how much here eyes disdain me,

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O God, teach me that self-respect cannot be hunted. It cannot be purchased. It is never for sale. It comes to me when I am alone, in quiet moments, in quiet places, when I suddenly realize that, knowing the good, I have done it; knowing the beautiful, I have spoken it. HAZELDEN

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~ 353 ~ O LOVELY little bird singing away in tone of grief for all the time gone by, you see the night and winter hastening, the day and all those happy months behind; aware as you are of your grievous troubles could you be so of my plight like your own, you would fly to the bosom of this wretch to share with him some of his painful grief. I cannot say our portions would be equal, since she

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~ The Universal Prayer ~ Eternal Reality, You are Everywhere. You are Infinite Unity, Truth, and Love; You permeate our souls, Every corner of the Universe, and beyond. To some of us, You are Father, Friend, or Partner, To others, Higher Power, Higher Self, or Inner Self. To many of us, You are all these and more. You are within us and we within You. We know You forgive our trespasses If we

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~ Letting Go ~ As children bring their broken toys With tears for us to mend, I brought my broken dreams to God, Because God is my friend. But then, instead of leaving my Higher Power In peace to work alone, I hung around and tried to help, With ways that were my own. At last, I snatched them back and cried, "How can You be so slow?" "My child," God said, "what could I do? You never did let go."

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The flower of life is the same as that one from thousands and pester-years, and only continues to change in the minds eye. Anyone can tell you about a flower they have looked at, or perhaps been given. But to actually be able to describe and explain your best flower, at any time of the century takes know how. What is your favorite flower? How does it look? What are its most interesting textures

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~ California Love ~ So what does a Southern California romance look like? Have you ever wanted to travel to So-Cal and pondered on the wild flowers here? Well keep coming back and you will see what these flowers look like. Basically, it is all the same from wherever one is from, but Van Halen definitely was from LA. Enjoy the flowers my peeps...

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Flowers during daylight, bring happiness to all my peeps... Flowers in the evening, soften the days hardships away... Forever in flower world, we find each other again, and again...

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~ Purple Flowers ~ Purple is the color of majesty; the tone of seriousness, the invalid correspondence in an unforgiving world. Purple can stay fixed in your psyche and never turn around; side ways that is, but it can eventually recall your name... Have a purple day....

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Fields of flowers like this one grow in my heart for you my love. Where is this place? Could it be near a waterfall by a huge tree? I think you know the answer in your heart. Continue to remember the walk along those warm and colorful fields, where we lost ourselves; like a child in a new toy store, or a new playground. Remember me, love me, embrace me but for the grace of GOD, paint me....

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~ Highland ascent ~ As I watch your careful steps ever clearing the most figured rock, I notice that it flows with your grace and elegance. Then I wish for that day when I can hear those sounds; of those pipes and I am taken back again and again into your ocean of blue summits, and warm breezes. Enjoy the scent of these flowers and may they cause a psychic change in the heart of your mind

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~ THE WAY ~ Dear Lord, today I pray: The way is long Let us go together. The way is difficult Let us help each other. The way is joyful Let us share it. The way is ours alone Let us go in love. The way grows before us Let us begin. HAZELDEN

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~ 35 ~ ALONE and deep in thought I measure out* the most deserted fields, with slow, dark steps, with eyes intent to flee whatever sign of human footprint left within the sand. I find no other shield for my protection against the knowing glances of mankind, for in my bearing all bereft of joy one sees from outside how I burn within. So now, I think, only the plains and mountains, the rivers

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~~ Questions and Answers ~~ To have a question and to give an answer, that is the domain I reside in. After I get the concept of the response, I ponder in seconds on the full meaning of the awaiting moments... Together with the pain of present moments, I cry to waiting surrounding birds high up above singing in together openness... Now how short must it all seem, to those who pretend to give

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~ Thoughts flowing ~ Sometimes as my thoughts flow through my consciousness, I choose to let some of them flow into oblivion. I do this because not all thoughts are good, and not all good things are appropriate. I feel that sometimes the best points are the ones we force ourselves to blush with while we share out loud and use the best possible editing we can to make those sentences and phrases

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~ Abstract Impressions ~A walk up a leaf covered Ivory sandy coast,leaving my mind absolutely confused,with yellow and green...A jog up the same distance is now darkened,with purple signs of water color paper,therefore in my path is that same distance...A run down the Ivory flames of yellow and green,is forever in tune with the octave of this flute,in tune with the substance of Yellow and red...

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Dear friends, well the new year is here and I again wanted to post a nice flower for everyone who likes this little blog of mine. I enjoy flowers and wish I could grow them in my Studio Apartment in downtown San Diego, but I can't so I get them online. I am grateful for your comments... I am grateful for your friendships... I am grateful for your colors... I am grateful for your city lights...

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~ Pink ~ Pink is the emotion in your eyes, with White dots inside your mind... Red is the feeling in your soul, with Orange crushed with ice cubes... Blue is the flavor of your mouth, as the color Purple dissolves the salt... Stay here if you can, but go forever there if you only dare... ~ Anonymous Epithet ~

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~~ Actions Speak Louder than Words ~~ I am grateful for my City... I am grateful for the color in this flower... I am grateful for your comments... I am grateful for Nature... I am grateful for the music... I am grateful for the Cold... I am grateful for the Heat... I am grateful for the Wind... I am grateful for the Sounds... I am grateful for the irrational... I am grateful for you..

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~ 17 ~ A BITTER rain of tears pours down my face blowing with a wind of anguished sighs whenever my eyes turn to look at you for whom, alone, I am divided from mankind.* It is true that your sweet and soothing smile does calm the ardor of all my desires and rescues me from burning martyrdom as long as I keep my gaze fixed in you; but then my spirits suddenly turn cold when I see, as you leave,

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~ more flowers ~ Oh you season that haunts my sight, how unfair that you should settle down early and why do I have that contempt for the darkens? I suppose that daylight saving time is worthy for the farmer, for the one who gets up early and see the sunshine an hour earlier. But please hurry back my beloved Springtime, for the erasures in my mind, and the scriptures in my paintbrushes

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~ Something weird ~ Dear friends, there has always been something very weird with Novembers. I suppose the time change here in the US. We usually set back our clocks one hour this time of year. So by five pm, there is darkness all around. Woo how lovely. I hope you enjoy this November, as for me? Well I suppose a surprise would be nice, but with my luck? ha! Just kidding, take care.

Jessehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00399445559051319857noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1596492559455638776.post-16327450504523335802008-10-17T21:12:00.002-05:002011-06-11T18:12:51.826-05:00

This moment today is nice, it seems cooler in here where I am I went out to get some late lunch... A great meatball "Subway" sandwich I can remember in my early days going into "To Go's" they had a seriously great tasting sandwich. A hot roast beef with extra mayo....mm-mm Well I hope you all are doing good, and I want to thank you for staying in touch here on my flower blog.

Jessehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00399445559051319857noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1596492559455638776.post-4567033021983048912008-10-15T15:18:00.003-05:002011-06-11T18:13:08.819-05:00

~~ Gratitude Post ~~ Slipping into the minds eye, I can see that my world has in the past been aware of the pain that I carried for years. This pain left me running into strangers arms, and into areas so morbid that it fed the compulsive desire of my insides; The ones that we are not aware of but who know our outsides. How subtle insanity is, how distant it makes everything in the present

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