Sunday, February 12, 2017. Please find my new blog HERE. Thank you and terribly sorry for any inconvenience. See you at my new home.

Not a penny was there in it. With love, L x. Punishment by Seamus Heaney I can feel the tug Of the halter at the nape Of her neck, the wind On her naked front. It blows her nipples To amber beads, It shakes the frail rigging Of her ribs.

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As for me, all I know is that I know nothing. Thursday, July 18, 2013. Just something after an Eventful day. Friday, May 24, 2013. Thursday, February 28, 2013. Sunday, July 1, 2012. Did this one completely in oil pastels. I feel that colouring is my weak point, can never get it quite right. I still was happy to use those colours from my childhood and now it looks sweet too.

Grandparents give us a heritage of one another, an extended family for sharing memories; that is the greatest legacy they can give. The farmland can be sold; stocks can crash with the market. Cousins to catch crawdads with, or help sell lemonade and bait, that is our richest heritage. Rubenesque woman seeks debonair man to dine with. Wine with, spend quality time with. Answer this ad immediately as I may soon be moving on.

The truthful lip shall be established forever, but a lying tongue is but for a moment . ME, YOU, US. The strongest person within you that you cannot fight and win, is the person God made you to be. It rains splashes on my window. I am watching the drops fall. I remember the many moments. Many small moments of my life. Small moments that add up to the big finale, end conclusion. Moments come and go lazily by. Moments change my life eternal. Imprints on my destiny, for better-worse,emotions high-low.

Saturday, May 14, 2011. The multiple voices on my ear whisper a lot of things but I try not to listen them too much. A whisper escapes like a.

Not only poets can see life in a grain of sand. I apologize for the recent long spell of inactivity but my college classes this year have just been pure hell. I will soon try to reply to all the comments that were last posted, as well as visit your blogs! January 27, 2011. The riumphed song of Fargle-Wargle rang into the night,. Wings in tatters outspread,. Thousand of burnt flags raised,.

Between us, a phone call,. A little time, a little distance. Between us, two summers,. A monsoon, a winter. Between us, an ocean,. Between us, my painful love. Hanging from the sides of roofs. Who never saw snow,. In the wonder of my eyes. In the lands sans snow. Me, in the expanse of snow. You take my dreams to the mountains for a trek. Let them soar, I think. Let them touch the clouds.

Politics, IR, Media. Look forward to hearing from you. I hear the church bells ring. The old door creaks as they walk through. These folks who drove all the way. To be here just for our special day.