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  Observations of a fragmented flight

  He is back again to the east of his youth.. The giant hollow metallic bird landed at the end. It crossed endless miles, nine time zones, more than three dozen countries and culture, a barrier of languages... Posted Apr 22 2013, 07:46 PM by Observation of a lost soul Blog Filed under: Life, Uncategorized, Travel, US, home, observations, past, fiction, planes, fragments, there, them, here

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  Observations of a fragmented flight

  He is back again to the east of his youth.. The giant hollow metallic bird landed at the end. It crossed endless miles, nine time zones, more than three dozen countries and culture, a barrier of languages... Posted Apr 22 2013, 07:46 PM by Observation of a lost soul Blog Filed under: Life, Uncategorized, Travel, US, home, observations, past, fiction, planes, fragments, there, them, here

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  At a Loss for Words

  Another month has flown by since Christmas and I haven’t written a spec…of anything. It’s not that nothing is happening in my life or the world that I couldn’t comment on, but nothing... Posted Jan 31 2013, 10:10 AM by Suffonsifisms: Close to Home Filed under: Personal, Life, Blogging, Writing, opinion, observations

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  Fragment : The Girl Of His Dreams

  She walks alone From shore to shore Twilight to dawn She sits at a corner by the the window.. The girl of his dreams One day he vows to save her. Read More... Posted Nov 16 2012, 09:30 PM by Observation of a lost soul Blog Filed under: Personal, Love, Dream, observations, fiction, Thought, Lit

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  Unfinished ocean tale

  The ocean is three miles from my room. On clear days, I can see the reflections on its surface. Silver beads, going back and forth with the waves. Salty air filling the space and traveling into my nostrils... Posted Nov 06 2012, 05:46 AM by Observation of a lost soul Blog Filed under: Personal, fish, observations, sea, fiction, story, star, Funeral, Lit, ocean, unfinished

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  Star fish #fragment

  He gave her a star fish and told her “dry it in your room, nail it to the wall in front of your bed, and before you sleep make a wish.. wish anytime, you’ve got your own star”. He was... Posted Nov 02 2012, 09:04 PM by Observation of a lost soul Blog Filed under: Personal, fish, girl, observations, wish, sea, story, star, man, Lit

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  April fool .. #fragment

  The only date left on his calendar was April 1st, does it summarise his life ? Was it all a funny prank? #fragment Read More... Posted Oct 29 2012, 08:12 PM by Observation of a lost soul Blog Filed under: Personal, observations, Lit

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  Another Eid

  Another eid , another river of blood, another slaughter. Another eid, another celebration, another sacrifice and yet another sacrilege. The sacred and the profane. The ebb and flow of the human race. The... Posted Oct 24 2012, 05:01 PM by Observation of a lost soul Blog Filed under: Personal, Life, politics, world, Peace, Justice, observations, eid, tomorrow, now

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  Fragment #12 Menopause

  She danced a dance of hot flush, cold shivers , of rage and soothing. She danced the last dance of fertility .. a last dance to a long lost goddess; a deity that existed thousands of years ago , when we... Posted Oct 12 2012, 05:00 PM by Observation of a lost soul Blog Filed under: Women, Dance, observations, red, female, white, Lit, menopause

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  Salman Rushdie on final editions of books

  ” When a book leaves its author’s desk it changes. Even before anyone has read it, before eyes other than its creator have looked upon a single phrase it is irretrievably altered. It has become... Posted Oct 10 2012, 04:49 AM by Observation of a lost soul Blog Filed under: books, Personal, quote, observations, Lit, satanic, midnight, salman rushdie, rushdie

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  Fragment #10 Penguin

  Why do you love Penguin - the publishing house- ? Because … Because is not an answer, I thought words were your lovers. Because .. How can you not love an Orange coloured spine, with an innocent... Posted Oct 07 2012, 03:06 PM by Observation of a lost soul Blog Filed under: books, Personal, observations, story, Conversation, Lit, fragment, penguin

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  Fragment #8 Burnin Love

  A dark bar..wooden floors..Five slot machines in a dark corner next to the ladies washroom. A man with blue glasses, baby blue frames..baby blue aviators ..in an Air Canada pilot uniform complete with... Posted Sep 27 2012, 04:08 PM by Observation of a lost soul Blog Filed under: Personal, Love, observations, fiction, story, bar, Lit, Elvis

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  Fragment #7 sacred

  He reminded her of St. Sebastian: the sacred porcupine. Read More... Posted Sep 26 2012, 02:28 PM by Observation of a lost soul Blog Filed under: Personal, observations, story, Thought, Lit, sacred, fragment

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  Fragment #6 Alien

  He was sitting on the deck a bar downtown..looking at the jungle of legs passing by before his eyes..flesh in various hues and complexions. Nursing a lager..or an ale .. a thought hits him What would an... Posted Sep 22 2012, 11:24 AM by Observation of a lost soul Blog Filed under: Personal, observations, Lit

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  Fragment #5 For the love of Gossips

  Gossip…was her addiction. He loved her dearly..she was his mother, yet her gossip was prohibited to be immortalised in the vast library of books. Read More... Posted Sep 20 2012, 08:39 PM by Observation of a lost soul Blog Filed under: Personal, book, observations, fiction, Gossip, Lit

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  Fragment #4 Dark Side of the Rock

  The streets are empty in that part of town. The part that caught the plague a few years back. Bucolic plague. Rats infesting in old downtown houses along Duckworth , Queens Rd and up Barters Hill…plague... Posted Sep 19 2012, 05:22 PM by Observation of a lost soul Blog Filed under: Personal, Death, observations, fiction, city, story, Lit, Newfoundland, st.johns

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  Fragment #3 Light and Time

  She was siting at the edge of the cliff. A salmon pink scarf with beaded edges: a gift from an aunt in a village thousands of miles away. The sun setting hitting her large brown eyes …honey, dark... Posted Sep 17 2012, 08:33 PM by Observation of a lost soul Blog Filed under: Personal, Time, Light, observations, fiction, story, Lit, horse, flute

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  Fragment #2 The Wall

  Rain rain rain Pouring down, knocking on my door Surrounding those who left Those who refused to come in from the cold. The strangers who left that morning They ran under sheets of rain Ran to the wall... Posted Sep 16 2012, 10:30 PM by Observation of a lost soul Blog Filed under: Personal, Life, friends, Rain, Death, observations, wall, Lit

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  Fragment #1 Infinite Stardust

  She..is infinite stardust. An illustrated female in a brownstone. Her first apartment in the big city. An apartment framed with flowers: geraniums, tulips, roses..clay pots on windows..in the kitchen,... Posted Sep 16 2012, 06:21 PM by Observation of a lost soul Blog Filed under: Personal, cat, SHE, observations, fiction, Wine, star, NYC, tattoo, Lit, thrifty, infinite

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  Introduction

  A candle , the lone source of light in this endless night. A meditation between writer, pen and paper; a journey into the unknown soul, self and life. Merely observations ..never philosophical..merely... Posted Sep 16 2012, 04:43 PM by Observation of a lost soul Blog Filed under: Personal, observations, Series, Observation, Lit, introduction

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  In the Heat of the Night

  The hunter, gazing through emerald eyes into the depth of the night. The darkness of this envelope surrounding him, letting a slight fear run up his spine. The fear of departure, void, nothingness, vacant... Posted Sep 15 2012, 08:51 PM by Observation of a lost soul Blog Filed under: Personal, Love, observations, fiction, story, jasmine, Lit, alex, Wood, wait

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  Red .. red shoes

  Red flats.. red suede flats was the first thing that caught my attention. New red suede shoes.. a back to school purchase, perhaps a gift from her mother. She sat by the window..the rays hitting her chestnut... Posted Sep 12 2012, 07:32 PM by Observation of a lost soul Blog Filed under: Personal, book, observations, shoes, fiction, story, red, bus, Lit, Dante

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  Sad Reality

  The genocide of a nation is a statistic … The death of one man is a national tragedy. #story #sadthough #reality Read More... Posted Sep 07 2012, 09:40 PM by Observation of a lost soul Blog Filed under: Personal, Life, Philosophy, Death, observations, Thought, Lit

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  Men and Moth – A Quote

  ” It is said that men condemned to death are subject to sudden moments of elation; as if, like moths in the fire , their destruction were coincidental with attainment. “ John Le Carre –... Posted Sep 06 2012, 08:32 AM by Observation of a lost soul Blog Filed under: politics, observations, Spy, fiction, Berlin, Lit, Carre, leamas

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  The teacup part 1

  During the car ride, Nada threw herself onto the chair. Letting her straight blue black hair cascade over the shoulders of the coral dress she chose for the wedding. The lamppost lights reflecting in her... Posted Sep 05 2012, 07:17 PM by Observation of a lost soul Blog Filed under: Personal, Family, observations, tea, fiction, story, Lit, saga, unfinished

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  Me..and Him

  Stepping into his parents was like going back to the good old times…pots of English cream..in dark blue glass.. with a silver top imported from a chemist there .. a bone China pill box with a bouquet... Posted Sep 02 2012, 07:59 PM by Observation of a lost soul Blog Filed under: history, new, observations, fiction, story, old, Lit

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  A timeless question

  Did you ever say hello to a girl you almost married years ago ? Did she give you the same captivating smile, and give you a hug .. a gesture ? Did the wrinkles around her lips make you wonder what amazing... Posted Aug 27 2012, 10:43 PM by Observation of a lost soul Blog Filed under: Personal, Thoughts, Travel, Time, london, observations, past, Lit

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  4 letters dilemma

  I love four lettered words…the sort of words that describe deep sets of emotions. Groups of feelings, sensations, a range of human behaviours that evolved with us…along us in the bushes and... Posted Aug 26 2012, 03:31 AM by Observation of a lost soul Blog Filed under: Personal, Love, fuck, words, observations, fiction, Letter, joy, Lit, drug, four

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  Saturday .. a story.

  http://projectpen.me/post/29817275241/ammar-majali-Saturday This is the link for the beginning of a novella I am working on. I would appreciate your comments .. Read More... Posted Aug 21 2012, 06:54 AM by Observation of a lost soul Blog Filed under: Personal, Writing, observations, fiction, story, Lit, pen, saturday

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  Are You …

  Are you .. or are you not ? Read More... Posted Aug 15 2012, 05:19 PM by Observation of a lost soul Blog Filed under: Personal, Love, poem, observations, Lit, Muse

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  Midnight Cry

  A cry in the middle of the night … Not even a cry.. a sound..an audio of a repeated note.. a note of pain..anger..disappointment..green bile..rising in the body…o god I have been cheated…cry... Posted Aug 11 2012, 11:21 PM by Observation of a lost soul Blog Filed under: Personal, observations, fiction, Lit, cry, midnight

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  Money – A Quote

  Money – Lady Chatterley’s Lover Read More... Posted Aug 07 2012, 05:22 AM by Observation of a lost soul Blog Filed under: Personal, book, money, quote, observations, Lit

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  10 Best Closing Lines Of Books

  The Great Gatsby “So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.”   Ulysses “I was a Flower of the mountain yes when I put the rose in my hair like the Andalusian... Posted Jul 30 2012, 06:59 AM by Observation of a lost soul Blog Filed under: books, Personal, observations, fiction, Lit

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  Luck..or the Lack of it

  Sunday here it is .. properly after a short sleep.. a sleep that was infused with reality and fragments of the past: hallucinations …a soul that ventures into the unknown or the suppressed known... Posted Jul 22 2012, 11:36 PM by Observation of a lost soul Blog Filed under: observations, fiction, story, Lit

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  Notebook #80

  She couldn’t marry him, so she took to bed a real life size cutting of him. She was last seen dragging him with her into the asylum. Read More... Posted Jul 19 2012, 12:00 AM by Observation of a lost soul Blog Filed under: Personal, observations, Lit

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  A Thought About Syria Today

  A blast in Damascus killed so far 4 members of the inner circle of Bashar al Assad. A few things did strike me this morning. The Syrian State television announced the news about the blast and the casualties... Posted Jul 18 2012, 09:15 AM by Observation of a lost soul Blog Filed under: Personal, Thoughts, middle east, politics, Syria, Damascus, Death, observations, Poltics

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  An Ode To Vomit

  An Ode to Vomit Vomit You once were part of me me and you two molecules in one body Now you force your way out through my mouth.. and nose You once ..part of a burger fish n chips a rack of lamb a beer... Posted Jul 14 2012, 09:41 AM by Observation of a lost soul Blog Filed under: Personal, Poems, observations, fiction, Lit

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  92 Words Making a Random thought

  A room in a hostel.. on the third floor.. under a slanted roof. A roof filled with ancient dust, the dust that is released from the volumes. Paperbacks purchased from the 50 cents and 90 cents shelves... Posted Jul 11 2012, 04:53 PM by Observation of a lost soul Blog Filed under: books, Personal, observations, fiction, Lit

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  Sound of the Breeze

  If you listen to the sound of the breeze passing through the chimes, you shall hear my voice whispering I love you. #story Read More... Posted Jul 09 2012, 10:50 PM by Observation of a lost soul Blog Filed under: Personal, observations, fiction, Lit, midnight thought

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  Lara … A Conversation

  The bedroom … barely light.. the alarm clock shows 6:06 am .. a bird chirping on a wire A sound .. a female sound.. a familiar female sound Lara: Wake up… let me sit on your lap while you type... Posted Jul 09 2012, 12:00 PM by Observation of a lost soul Blog Filed under: books, Personal, observations, fiction, Lit, midnight thoughts

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  Swim

  Death did not scare her… what scared her was the loss.. the sense of losing.. of dying.. of those moments when the present is a continuation on an infinite rhythm…tomorrow’s to do list... Posted Jul 05 2012, 01:23 AM by Observation of a lost soul Blog Filed under: Personal, observations, fiction, story, Lit, midnight thoughts

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  Money: Two Faces of the Same Coin

  The printing presses of the state treasuries cranked out reams of paper currency- showing wise kinds and blissful martyrs- while bankers wept and peasants starved. - Alan Furst Night Soldiers Read More... Posted Jun 24 2012, 10:04 PM by Observation of a lost soul Blog Filed under: Quotes, observations, fiction, Lit

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  Stonehenge enjoys a moment in the sun at summer solstice

  In the 1930s there was an advertisement for an oil company that went: “Stonehenge Wilts, but Shell goes on forever.” In 2012, with oil supplies falling and the remnants of the iconic slabs... Posted Jun 21 2012, 07:14 AM by Observation of a lost soul Blog Filed under: observations, solstice, Stonehenge

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  Bus Instinct

  The bus came. The same driver from the mainland. Hello Mrs. Joyce. Hello Charles. Lovely weather.. three days in a row, simply a miracle. He nodded and I walked down the aisle to an empty seat by the window... Posted Jun 16 2012, 01:54 PM by Observation of a lost soul Blog Filed under: observations, fiction, Observation, Lit

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  Midnight Lips

  She whispers his name he whispers her before he closes his eyes her name slowly one letter at a time leaving his lips maybe reaching hers and when she wakes up she find her name stained on... Posted Jun 05 2012, 10:14 PM by Observation of a lost soul Blog Filed under: Personal, poem, observations, fiction, Lips, Lit, midnight

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  Life in 140 characters

  Life: collage of past experiences, dreams, fantasies .. a bunch of ‘what ifs’ strung together in a crucible. Read More... Posted Jun 05 2012, 06:09 AM by Observation of a lost soul Blog Filed under: Personal, Thoughts, Life, Rant, observations, Wisdom, 140 characters

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  The Diamond Jubilee

  I would not consider myself to be a monarchist. In fact, I really have no patience for pomp and ceremony. I’m especially sickened by the huge expense put forth to hold events for people of royalty... Posted Jun 04 2012, 07:45 PM by Suffonsifisms: Close to Home Filed under: Personal, Women, Life, history, Family, Memories, Children, Canada, observations, England, celebrations, Great Britain

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  Suicide Lolita

  The silence of the moment took me to the morning.. the morning she left; she the one I love, adore..lust for.. Lara .. Back few years ago..on a night in February.. a Tuesday or a Thursday… a day... Posted Jun 01 2012, 08:18 AM by Observation of a lost soul Blog Filed under: Personal, observations, fiction, story, Lit

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  Suicide Lolita

  The silence of the moment took me to the morning.. the morning she left; she the one I love, adore..lust for.. Lara .. Back few years ago..on a night in February.. a Tuesday or a Thursday… a day... Posted Jun 01 2012, 08:18 AM by Observation of a lost soul Blog Filed under: Personal, observations, fiction, story, Lit

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  The Convergence of the Twain by Thomas Hardy

  (Lines on the loss of the “Titanic”) I In a solitude of the sea Deep from human vanity, And the Pride of Life that planned her, stilly couches she. II Steel chambers, late the pyres... Posted May 30 2012, 10:55 PM by Observation of a lost soul Blog Filed under: books, poem, observations, disaster, Titanic, Lit

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  The Convergence of the Twain by Thomas Hardy

  (Lines on the loss of the “Titanic”) I In a solitude of the sea Deep from human vanity, And the Pride of Life that planned her, stilly couches she. II Steel chambers, late the pyres... Posted May 30 2012, 10:55 PM by Observation of a lost soul Blog Filed under: books, poem, observations, disaster, Titanic, Lit

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  Lonely Night

  Random faces..more like random feet that would leave a minimalist impression on the street..white meets black..enemies..friends..passing the same row of houses..sharing the same view…taking in the... Posted May 15 2012, 10:10 PM by Observation of a lost soul Blog Filed under: books, Personal, Traffic, observations, night, fiction, story, Lit

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  An Unfinished Tale

  A winter night..sometime in January…the people are rising like a giant..a giant that just woke up from a long well deserved sleep… Everyone was there.. in the square..in any square across the... Posted May 13 2012, 10:46 AM by Observation of a lost soul Blog Filed under: books, Personal, Love, observations, fiction, story, Notebook, Lit

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  Classical Note

  A classical tune invaded my ears.. something old classic song I used to listen to at my Grandfather’s house .. in a place beyond the ocean, in another country..in another life. I could see the rows of... Posted May 07 2012, 11:06 PM by Observation of a lost soul Blog Filed under: books, Personal, Music, Classic, observations, story, Lit

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  Classical Note

  A classical tune invaded my ears.. something old classic song I used to listen to at my Grandfather’s house .. in a place beyond the ocean, in another country..in another life. I could see the rows of... Posted May 07 2012, 11:06 PM by Observation of a lost soul Blog Filed under: books, Personal, Music, Classic, observations, story, Lit

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  Another Saturday Night

  Another Saturday night … one of the 52 nights all men get off from their lovers..responsibilities and abodes. Another night to roam the streets for a stranger’s waist, a discussion over a pint of beer... Posted May 06 2012, 12:30 AM by Observation of a lost soul Blog Filed under: books, Personal, observations, tea, fiction, story, Lit, saturday

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  Another Saturday Night

  Another Saturday night … one of the 52 nights all men get off from their lovers..responsibilities and abodes. Another night to roam the streets for a stranger’s waist, a discussion over a pint of beer... Posted May 06 2012, 12:30 AM by Observation of a lost soul Blog Filed under: books, Personal, observations, tea, fiction, story, Lit, saturday

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  Lovers in Dangerous Times

  They were walking down the street.. you would think that it was just one person.. a copy..a body divided into two equal parts.. the same gestures..walk…signs..glee in the eyes..two hearts beating... Posted May 01 2012, 11:13 PM by Observation of a lost soul Blog Filed under: Personal, observations, story, bus, Lit

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  Lovers in Dangerous Times

  They were walking down the street.. you would think that it was just one person.. a copy..a body divided into two equal parts.. the same gestures..walk…signs..glee in the eyes..two hearts beating... Posted May 01 2012, 11:13 PM by Observation of a lost soul Blog Filed under: Personal, observations, story, bus, Lit

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  Her Mole

  Her Mole she has a mole above her lip a spot of divine ink precisely put there through a pipette… a drop .. one drop…just a drop a drop froze on her virgin skin it stayed there from there ..yes from there... Posted Apr 26 2012, 11:18 PM by Observation of a lost soul Blog Filed under: Personal, observations, Lit

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  Her Mole

  Her Mole she has a mole above her lip a spot of divine ink precisely put there through a pipette… a drop .. one drop…just a drop a drop froze on her virgin skin it stayed there from there ..yes from there... Posted Apr 26 2012, 11:18 PM by Observation of a lost soul Blog Filed under: Personal, observations, Lit

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  The Bus

  The bus is late.. again, late another day. It is raining, large droplets .. fat droplets filled with water cascading on me… at night… The electric notification board says bus on time The watch... Posted Apr 17 2012, 10:52 PM by Observation of a lost soul Blog Filed under: Personal, observations, Lit

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  The Bus

  The bus is late.. again, late another day. It is raining, large droplets .. fat droplets filled with water cascading on me… at night… The electric notification board says bus on time The watch... Posted Apr 17 2012, 10:52 PM by Observation of a lost soul Blog Filed under: Personal, observations, Lit

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  Midnight… a strike…a prayer…a thought

  Clock struck midnight I think of you I say you are gorgeous you blush I smile I read for you You write I whisper You listen I sleep You stare Read More... Posted Apr 15 2012, 10:35 PM by Observation of a lost soul Blog Filed under: Personal, Love, observations, Thought, Lit, midnight, R

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  Midnight… a strike…a prayer…a thought

  Clock struck midnight I think of you I say you are gorgeous you blush I smile I read for you You write I whisper You listen I sleep You stare Read More... Posted Apr 15 2012, 10:35 PM by Observation of a lost soul Blog Filed under: Personal, Love, observations, Thought, Lit, midnight, R

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  One Last Gift

  Today is the 7th anniversary of my mother’s passing. I normally don’t mark the day as I would rather remember her on her birthday – only 15 days from today. It feels more positive, I... Posted Apr 12 2012, 08:26 PM by Suffonsifisms: Close to Home Filed under: Life, Family, Death, observations, Memorial, cottage

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  One Last Gift

  Today is the 7th anniversary of my mother’s passing. I normally don’t mark the day as I would rather remember her on her birthday – only 15 days from today. It feels more positive, I... Posted Apr 12 2012, 08:26 PM by Suffonsifisms: Close to Home Filed under: Life, Family, Death, observations, Memorial, cottage

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  Lone Wolf

  a cough a shattering voice breaking the silence of the night a call a shriek a call from the wild the lone wolf the one within me no berries no snow just the sound of the bitter wind blowing in my bones... Posted Apr 08 2012, 11:20 PM by Observation of a lost soul Blog Filed under: Personal, observations, Lit

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  Lone Wolf

  a cough a shattering voice breaking the silence of the night a call a shriek a call from the wild the lone wolf the one within me no berries no snow just the sound of the bitter wind blowing in my bones... Posted Apr 08 2012, 11:20 PM by Observation of a lost soul Blog Filed under: Personal, observations, Lit

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  #notebook #64 City

  the city is a sewer of open secrets. Read More... Posted Apr 04 2012, 04:10 AM by Observation of a lost soul Blog Filed under: Personal, observations, Notebook, Lit