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Xray SunshineXray Sunshinei so want to believein miracles and dreamsi'm trying to hold on to hopetrying to make my life bettertrying not to give into hateand anger and griefeven though love has left my sidei feel in my soul it is only temporaryeven though i feel like a rosebasking in the xray glow of a dying stari know life will return anewthe battle has just begunnever give upnever surrenderfight without quarterpeace and happinessare oftentimes wonthough hard sacrificei will give until i bleedi will bite throughthe chains that bindi will destroy the oppressorand find my everlasting joyi will hide my lightand shine anewand blind those who daredto try to extinguish mewith clarity and truthand love and hopewith an x-ray sunshine glarethat penetrates thoughthe darkest shadowsmeanwhile though i strivei live in utter despairabandoned in my painand alone in my griefi miss you
Echoes On Dry WindEchoes on dry wind© Ted Bell 2008Today I heard her voiceon the summer breezeit crept up to mesoft and flutteringa mental sticky notepinned delicatelyto the mental dashboardof my mundane thoughtsa delightful psychic scribblewrapped in three boxes of thoughtlike fine imported chocolatefor me to unwrap and savorone at a timedecadently ensconcedin gold foil wrappingsof dreams set on the wingto dance among the laughterof butterfly gigglesI scan the wish bubblesblown my way with a kissunwrapping the thoughtsin trembling think-fingersonetwothree'I - LOVE - YOU'a missive on the wingcaught in the breezeof my floating mindi hope she heardmy warm replyecho on the dry wind
Accidental GargoylesAccidental Gargoyles© Ted Bell 2008Curtains sway in fan-blade flows of accidental gargoylesPerched astride portals dripping warm in cricket symphoniesOutside is inside, inside is outside, mixing atmospheresMoist cloth tames sticky skin in dripping relief and enticementCold liquid trails down curves, soaking scant cloth in laughterA forbidden glance, a coy peek, a treasured mystery revealedMidnight whispers giggle in curious touches and kissesUnsure hands seek out imagined contours discovering new tastesJuxtaposing secret eternal yearnings in lunar illuminationA pause to catch a million flashing questionsCould we...? Should we...? Is this ...? What if...?Silence, Breathing. Time Explodes. Sanity takes a midnight run.Sprinting, bounding, leaping head first into the deep endCrossing over into undiscovered realms and danger zones.New sounds. New tastes. New feelings.A million questions answered. A million more take their place.Did we ...? Was it ...? ...?
23 bubbles dancing naked ...23 bubbles dancing naked in the windThe divine changes its body every secondfortunate is the navigatorwho can recognize all these disguisesat one moment God is the blissful flutterof a brown paper bag blowing in the breezeor electric garbage in cosmic hologramsor a video rental clerk's wistful grinor every business woman wearing too much perfumeor even merely a joyful half bottle of shampoowe crawl in logic to insane alternative conclusionswhile authoritarian centralizers of flowerscircumscribe this fearful eggthe great goddess Eris' kisses are swiftproviding for the crinkled,the envious, and the brokenperhaps that is enough for somebut the perverted cable-TV installermust not waste any time in the zoneif one yearns to want the antidote of the Divineone must certainly not failto examine their own monsters and demonswhile our halos corrode outside of intoxicating rewardsone must confirm the inequalities of the rose petalsbegging the charities of celestial applica
The Harlequin's JourneyThe Harlequin's Journey© Ted BellHero ZeroIn planetary clothesBaubles and bellsAnd a feather for luckBegins at the terminusLiving backwards to go forwardsIn a journey round the worldThough spiraling cliffs of logicDaring the yawning chasms of chaosFearless in innocenceStupid in wisdomIgnorant in blissBrains bagged on a dexterous stickEgo held fast on a six foot poleCourting fate's sinister left handThough force of gentle loving purityUnder Horus gazeStaring into spaceBreathing aetherIn oblivious torn trousersDeaf to dogma and instinctForgetting to rememberRemembering to forgetFollowing the shadow cast by the sunUntil the light returnsWhen fortunes turn and the world renewsThe Harlequin's journey:Rushing on where angels dare not goAnd demons find no shelter