Creative Journal: 5th December 2008

Life without love is like a tree without blossom or fruit --- Khalil Glibran

Phrase - worry not about love, for it cares only for you

Random - shadow Daniel Boon by Benet

Title - Forbidden Dreams

First line - I have fallen, so you can lift me up

Poetic line - How the old mountains drip with sunset - Emily Dickinson

Projective Identity - on of a pair of contact lenses

Wordbank - British, video games, candy, plane, pig

Theme - sensual scene involving food

AWAD - hornswoggle (HORN-swog-uhl) v. to cheat, hoax or decieve.

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Creative Journal: 3rd December 2008

Quote - There are no rules of architecture for a castle in the clouds --- Gilbert K. Chesterton

Title - Drink from my Poison Cup

A Word a Day - Discombobulate (dis-kuhm-BOB-yuh-layt) v. to disconcert or confuse

Theme - Hands

Wordbank - rewind, damaged, blood, kinky, beauty

Phrase - I'll turn your tears to roses.
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Shades of Autumn

As autumn brings vibrant shades
the sun fades towards year’s end.
Trees of green now golden red,
their leaves shed and colours blend.

Nature’s brightest palette forms
in wind and storms over land,
inspired art in paint and ink
as minds think with fall at hand.

Bonfires and feasting begin,
err snowflakes spin the world white.
The end of one leads to new,
in winter’s view, land so bright.

We watch in awe and wonder,
hear the thunder, lightning bolt.
Yet feel delight of seasons
year’s reasons do not revolt.


Definition of err

Verb: to wander from a direct course at random

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Ravaged Ice

In winter’s claws, all is white
from frost’s bite and the snow.
Set the fire, love, in the hearth,
warm the bath, and feel love’s glow.

Toast me crumpets on the grate,
my hunger sate, watching dreams.
In the flames my thoughts of love
drift above to our loft’s beams.

Damask quilt that keeps us warm,
fingers trace form in lust’s vice.
Your passion melts my cold heart.
My love’s art has ravaged ice.

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Just a Boy

Stood beneath the station clock I wait,
Make-up fixed as my nerves start to tremble.
Apprehension inside growing as I watch the gate
As the crowd for the next train assemble.

Eyes slowly move to the clock, quarter to eight.
I wonder if the ad in the paper was right,
And then hope that his train isn't too late.
The letters exchanged, yet still I feel this fright.

'Pull yourself together, girl, it's only a date!'
A brief hello at a nearby pizza bar.
The letters it seemed this was our fate,
He's just a boy, me a girl, we could go far.

Why worry if the need for love we sate?
Oh, why can't it be easy to find the perfect mate?

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My Heart Draws A Dream

When you love me I feel alive,
Without you I could not survive.
You are my passion, basic instinct,
Every breath feels fresh and distinct

As your lips brush my ear
I lose the nightmares and fear.
A kiss, my mind lost in concious stream
The artist within sketches a dream.

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Let Me In

Fur wet and matted
From the incessant rain
His cry, a soulful 'meow'
'Let me in'

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Where It Was Dark

The lights of city life are drowning the stars
Endless droning from the slow moving cars
I long for the country, the song of the lark
Where silence reigned and it was dark.

The stars were alive with the radiance of day
As the owls called softly on the hunt for prey
Lost to the mayhem of city life
I want freedom from the rat-race and strife.

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So Far From You

The seas that ebb and flow between two hearts
That loved with passion, yet there lies a grudge.
The eyes of jade shine as envy imparts
Irrational thoughts like a subtle nudge.
No road or bridge can cross the growing gap
Built by the green eyed demon of jealous rage.
Bitter, twisted, love lies as useless scrap
As truth is not enough to turn the page.
The lack of trust has left nothing to save,
Our love has gone, lost to envy's desire.
I look at you, my eyes, empty, still crave.
Alas, your demon has slain my heart's fire.

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The Flowers of Darkness

As dusk descends oblations bloom
In sacred room.
To gods of night,
For their delight.

The sweetest scents illuminate
The holy state
For us to see
The path to thee.

The flowers guide the Pagan child
With spirit wild
By lunar light
In sacred flight.

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Trembling Thought (First Draft)

The cerements choke ideas within mind's spark
As stifled thoughts conflict with ethics and truth
A fight for freedom leaves emotions stark
So age and wisdom find the lies in youth.

So leave the creative shackles grip behind
The liberty of dreams in years unfold
Release the psyche, deny thoughts that confined
Why wait for life to pass in truth foretold?

Open the doors to conscious streams you sought
Embrace the vision found in trembling thought.

© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.