There Is Nothing Like
This In The World
Filed under Broadsides Redux Project , THE ORPHANAGE
The faces seem painted again,
Clothes and all…well..
Adjusted and waiting.
Filed under Broadsides Redux Project , THE ORPHANAGE
Filed under THE ORPHANAGE
Seek out ultimate sin in Sinless City.
Or go away quietly.
There is nothing left for you
Where the flat-lands meet the mountains.
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It began not so innocently
with voyeuristic tendencies.
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Filed under THE ORPHANAGE
Filed under THE ORPHANAGE
They emanate from big beautiful brown eyes.
Innocent eyes that have seen too much,
and want answers. Eyes that beg to relax during sleep.
He has my eyes.
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I watch the fluid motion of
calamari dipped in marinara
and remember when
others watched
his every move too,
for many reasons.
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Filed under THE ORPHANAGE
Comments OffA vision of life now being held
as prisoner of war.
Run over by progress,
and busloads of humanity fleeing.
Comments OffI am not insensitive to the honor of having had
the opportunity to receive and give love.
Comments OffYou came as Angel of Mercy,
presented yourself that way.
Energized touch as if
powered by something greater than
I could understand then.
I knew I could.
I craved that understanding.
You made me work hard
to enter your inner sanctum.
Once in, I saw the hope
I had longed for.
I felt the reason
I needed to carry on.
I needed those …