It's always hottest Just before the storm-- Oppressive skies of passions' fire Glow oragnge with warning Air so thick, so tense, So inescapably dense The film lies upon you... ...And you wait for the storm To crash in release... Thunder calls out in the collision of opposite forces...! Lightning its silent scream of friction...! The sky breaks, A flood of release that subsides To soft weeping Under shades of misty gray sky... It pouts As it heals, Quietly reflecting on the chaos, Cooling off Under the dewy dampness of spent tears... c. 2000
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that she is, loves, and learns Welcome to the fruits of my mind, rich with flavor and heavy with thought...bold and fresh, and sometimes bruised... Like life, they can be gentle or intense, tough or tender, full of pain or full of grace.
This is life through the eyes of a modern-day Eve-- An Eve who has seen and felt the ages, learned to live and dream in a world where we've already tasted the fruit... It's not always roses, but that's life... for bitter or sweet. ...aftertaste...I remember when life was simple and pure, when we had but ask and it be given. It is now a different day, a different time, a different place... ...A mile in my shoes...
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