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She is the antidote to the sickness which leaches the tears from my eyes, Drains the warmth from my soul, and dims the light in my heart, The thought of her burning in my blood with a power to silence the howling shadows which capers and prowls; shifting without surcease, laying a blanket of darkness within my mind... For her name is synonymous with my love, The living substance of my dreams illuminating my soul with her light, The beating aches of my heart, Swollen with the thought of my love for her, like the full moon riding high in the night, For spellbound I have fallen, Fallen into the infinite sea of the spell she has wrought, A spell of seduction and of desire, Of passion and of love, A drug to rid me of the dark misery of despair... Lay she my head in her lap, Her touch birthing such wonders to bear fruit in my heart, Like a tree of light unfolding; blossoming growth stretching the boundaries of my soul, Spirit caught like a fly in the web of her radiance, Feelings spun like thread upon the loom of her love… Feelings… Buried like a seedling in the fallow soil of my heart, Feelings… awaiting the soft wind of her caress, The sweet breath of her kiss, The lingering embrace of her touch to awaken it to life... It begins as a tender shoot questing delicately towards the aureate light of the sun; the soul of her touch, Thickening and swelling outwards, it feeds off of the fire she’s ignited in my blood, A rushing torrent that washes all before it like a raging river in flood, Tiny rootlets struggling forth to breach the aromatic earth of my desire, Sinking deep… Soul deep, anchoring this burgeoning feeling firmly in my heart, Limbs reaching purposefully towards the unveiling light, The taste of fervency beating in her breast , A golden warmth, A shifting weave of light through shadows yearning towards the lips of her embrace, So like the kiss of the dawns light, Body held, caressed by the warmth of the rising sun…. Waking my spirit to life, A tranquil transformation of the heart, cultivated by the gentle touch of her soul’s… Light stimulating the many branching growth of my love, The reaching towards unity; union of the mind and body, of the spirit and the soul, The sweet caress of her touch awakening a tingling glow of piquancy to tremble my flesh, A taste of blissful exhilaration as I slide into the surging tempo; the beat of her heart, The physical growth of my love rendered in the blossoming radiance of her soul, Heart lying fallow no more, Fed by the seductively sweet stream of her passions, The seed of my love bears fruit in the warm and succulent womb of her heart, Empowered by growth yet lost in the power; the cadent flow of her searing solicitude, Heart filled with happiness at the patent joy evinced in the shining laughter of her beauty, A feel of glory as it burns a path of pleasure to the heart... A feel of wonder as the heart is lifted by the luminous grace of her touch, And I feel the blossoming flower of truth opening its rosy petals within the soul, I feel the spirit of light; a twisting rainbow corona stretching forth in perpetuity between us, Feel the burgeoning growth of warmth spreading its roots throughout the body, Spiritual ardor wedded to the seductive intimacies of the flesh, It lies rooted in the fertile soil of the heart, Flowering to life within the sensual bower of the soul, Bearing the ripe sweet fruit of our love, From two into one… Indivisible, Soul-touched Heart to heart... Poetikz 02/01/2011

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Corfu - Greece (by annajewels) 

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El Matador State Beach - California - USA (by annajewelsphotography) 

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I know you. I know your eyes. We’ve met before. …somewhere in a dream.

Lina A. (via wnq-writers)

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Animated Double Exposure by Said Dagdeviren

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but i can’t touch what i see

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Mike

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's exerpt... 'DRIFTING... Forever drifting, Unbound, caught like a leaf on the winds of time, Floating... Forever floating, like a butterfly seeking a fragrant blossom upon which to slake its thirst, A wandering soul, travelling the tomblike silence between the stars, lost in a dream fogged with shadows, Searching... Forever searching, for a home to lay my heart... 'poetikz'

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Stunning Paintings on Fallen Tree Logs Portray Their Scenic Origin 

Artist Alison Moritsugu composes stunning paintings of mother nature’s scenic landscape on logs, which reflect the place of origin of each tree. The realistic and romantic portrayal of each image is beautifully juxtaposed with the rustic canvas. To maintain the integrity of her work, Moritsugu solely uses tree logs which have fallen naturally due to a violent storm or from others who cut them down and plan to chip them away. The artist also uses endangered species to add significance and an environmental conscious dialogue to the value of her work.

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Lago di Braies by Nora Görlitz