
Pictorial Prose dances to the rhythm of the soul and the magic of nature. Each day is a journey through life and with it a view of the wonder and joy of the heart and mind with an explosion of passion and desire. The opposite of to live is to ...
Monday, March 09, 2009
Follow Me

Sunday, March 08, 2009
Hold tight...tighter
If no one hears, but one,
let it be your heart, that beats
to the sounds of love.
If no one can see beyond the
mountains, allow your soul the
sight of the heavens.
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Friday, March 06, 2009
...the night
the embrace of sweet love
I marvel at such perfection as the distance of the sun, the timing of the willow as it begins its leaveless bud. The power of the stream as it cuts through the mountains high and continues onward to flow one with the rivers wide.
Captivated by the battle of the seasons in change, as the signs of spring are surfacing and winter still makes a play. My spirit awakens to feel the rush of desire,the power of the wind the love which to the heart empowers.
I stepped away from the perimeter placed by space and time, to find that I was adjoined, heart, soul and mind. No division of the spirit, no separation from the blue, as long as you can feel it, you'll know I feel it to.
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In displaying my soul, I validate my love.
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My needs and wants are in an agreement...you!
Rainbow High
Thursday, March 05, 2009
With Every Beat Of My Heart
Everyday of the year
I feel good, I knew that I wouldn't of
So good, so good, I got you
Wo! I feel nice, like sugar and spice
I feel nice, like sugar and spice
So nice, so nice, I got you
When I hold you in my arms
I know that I can do no wrong
and when I hold you in my arms
My love won't do you no harm
and I feel nice, like sugar and spice
I feel nice, like sugar and spice
So nice, so nice, I got you
Monday, March 02, 2009
Capture the Moment
Sunday, March 01, 2009
When in doubt, I just hold a little tighter.... ok a lot tighter
and send to you my love,
all my love, all my love.
I cloud beg the rivers flow,
to redirect and love bestow,
oh my love, oh my love.
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The catkins high up on the willow, reaches to the sun,
the display in preparation for a season that has not yet begun.
The woodlands not embracing, still dormant, dark and cool, await
the moment of sunlight, leary as not to be a fool.
Spring time is approaching, it is trickery indeed, but the days are
a little longer and to that my heart shall sing.
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What I know
I know my heart had never seen such beauty in the world, until you held my hand and cast your magic with a simple spell. The trees took on a color, bolder and beauty bright and to this it gave the seasons the gift of sight. I knew there was something special, my heart felt it so, as powerful as a storm under the sky of a big rainbow. The magic undeniable, took the miles and made them disappears and from mountain to mountain a bridge of life appeared.
I know my heart had never felt what is unconditional to many, until I felt the pang of love deep within my heart, so much so, the friction, ignited the moment, a self defined spark. The flame was uncontrollable, wild it grew and grew, taking over the mountains, it left nothing but desire, so warm and wonderful it gave meaning to the hour.
I know my heart knew know such words, until the soul set free, unlocking the love and welcoming the dreams. There was song in the morning and music in the night and to that an accompaniment of song birds in flight. Whispers of love directed to the heart, sometimes warm and wonderful, occassionally confusing as can be, and other times I understand, that they were only meant for me.
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