FORTUNE TELLER(c) Singleton 2007
A carnival at the sea
alive
and
spinning
neon noise
and
all for free
fortunes and
cheap plush toys.....
But you don't see it,
standing there.
Dressed in your success
with life lines
parenthesis
on what once was your smile
and laugh lines
hidden in
your palm,
a souvenier token....
From the fortune teller...
Cheap little thrill rider.....
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Yeeech - a little menace between the lines there - who amongst us here ever knows what the future may hold in store?
shrink....right? Wouldn't it be more like fate than fortune? If we knew? And how very, very sad it would be....to kiss the butterfly effect good-bye....
Sounds like you know someone who's living a facade... someone who pulls a mask down over their face... turning sighs into smiles, or so it seems
All of this is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen, I'm so tired I' melting on my words and picking my self back up like a hummingbird. I can't sleep for a good twelve with out telling you how VVbeautiful this woman is--or the wild love she is in verse, and so classic this verse is, how well written. You're a goddess in your own right, in ways I don't even know and ways you display all the time--like in these words. Like in her sweet violet eyes. And the chains... the needles and prophetic threads...
You are The Blue Lady. Your tools are only metaphors and symbols like the wind, butterflies and a peace sign in technicolor jive. Your thoughts and words are the heart of everything given freely--smiles from the lips and eyes, inspiration by the oceanful--keep kissing the wind and the pages and sending it to find us with every wave of you hand.
You are trully wild and free.
Really she IS GORGEOUS! I stare into her violet eyes until she is no longer a drawing but alive and full of emotion~ ...she pulls me in like the tides of life. I'm hooked for sure! I keep coming back to see what new beauty you have created in your dream world that has crossed over into our reality. Waiting for the day you feel like flying a kite :) Wondering where she will drift. Love the sparkkly dragonfly~
slb...And don't we all know that soul? Smiling that pasted on "I can do this very very good and even fool myself" smile, and missing the real ride, the belly laugh, the yellow butterfly....and the psychedlic trail she paints....
Eric....you know, we go back and forth, I think, trading thoughts for words and words for chains and chains for ladders and ladders for rivers and rivers for flowing..... On my clipboard now.....The blue lady.....
Clink! My friend, to passing inspiration back and forth like the last cigarette, shared in a tight knit circle!
Lotus...And you found the sparkles. Snuck those babies in on a Saturday morning, just for fairy dust at the Carnival! Our time will come again, we've been moving plastic mountains and climbing through heavy bottomed clouds,.....Waiting on the wind! Soon, sweet sister friend, soon!
peace, love.....to all....
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