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| My brains are dripping to the ground oozing out onto the sidewalk dripping slowly from the hole thats in my head... childhood memories making puddles at my feet reflecting rainbows of moments lost time so precious without cost just slipping away... oozing out onto the sidewalk what can I say what can I do I think... I'm losing me, to you and there's no place in this sleepy town to buy a plug to stop the flow... OH NO, NO, NO... maybe I should just side step and continue down the road, leaving all those puddles in my wake the city pays someone to clean that stuff up anyway... D Russell, 1996 |
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skipping beats to catch the thoughts racing though my brain,
surging, tossing, chest-heaving swelling. . .
through the tides of emotion like a vessel lost at sea?
. . .Or, am I just a mere woman in love
suffering difficulty to breathe?What insanity is this. . .
that would bring me to my knees?
Nothing... Nothing short of Love.
D.Russell, 21,July 2000
We decided to fly... then spun and twirled upon the sparkling stars.
We landed near the village cafe,
and decided to stop for pie in the sky.
Chagall smiled and began to talk...Isn't that Klee,
taking a line for a walk?
I laughed...and said, How now Moss Cow? and Chagall replys...
Was that Moscow? Or Mehturt...friend of Hathor...goodness, does it matter?
Was that Belle or was that Nut??? Or just me, or you?
We smiled and ate that pie in the sky.
D. Russell, 2000
dreams become entangled visions of lost loves...
family and those we call friends.
Those images intertwine with mixed emotions,
inabilities, fears and suspicions.
The nightmares of criminal acts.The stench of death prevailing,
sharpening reality to a razor edge
that slashes gossamer wings and fairy tale dreams
and when we are aware there is no way out
and have tasted death for the thousandth time,
our bodies lying in a puddle of sweat...
we bolt upright, screaming ourselves awake...
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My Valentine...stars in your eyes, heart on your sleeve...you were a young man. With wings on your feet, truth on your lips...you were handsome with love. Had I known you then...I would have loved you, as I did nearly from the start...Stars in my eyes, heart on my sleeve...wings on my feet, I came to you with truth on my lips. You are my Valentine, my heart of mine, today and tomorrow. D.Russell, 1996
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It has been a long, long road to get to where I am… the here and now In the many yesterdays of years gone by no friend has ever stayed by me, nor sought me out or asked me to stay… I suppose I have never been much of a friend then? I ask why and how can that be? I often thought I had dear friends, close friends but I must have not. For where are they now? Those I loved, those I cared for… those I gave my heart to? Where are they now? I remember clearly warm moments…intimate encounters that were so beautiful in my mind and heart… But these people… do they ever think of me? Do they call me, drop me a note? Do they yet remember me, or was I a token friend, someone who filled their needs, one who provided a temporary service? So this is my "lot" in life…to live alone, without friends or even neighbors to drop by. Then perhaps I never learned the meaning of friendship, never learned acceptance, patience and consideration. I often thought I had dear friends, close friends but I must have not. Or…maybe it is because I have an unlisted number and I have not written to anyone to let them know my new address? D. Russell, 1998 |
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"I am color!" Paul Klee
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