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Recieved: 2004/10/10 03:24
Subject: [K-list] know what you know
From: alicia steffes
On 2004/10/10 03:24, alicia steffes posted thus to the K-list:
On Sat, 9 Oct 2004 12:52:15 -0700 (PDT), "alicia steffes"
> said:The story of your own knowing , your own magic and being human.
> >The hoves pounded the ground keeping time to her beating heart, swerving around the bend the tears blinded her eyes pursing her dry lips with wet tears she drank the salt of pain into the womb of her agony ....as she gripped the reigns of disguise even tighter around her wrists fortunately .......the path was dry and paved with fellow travelers hooves, but the air seemed still and quiet , to quiet. The sky painted itself shadows of rainbow hues stroking her shimmering hair of blame ...ever did she ride so gallantly like a true horsemen a seasoned rider and then you darted thru the trees in birdlike form hawking at me incessantly .....jolting up my leg yet I pushed harder with my foot into the sides of a poor horse the crossroads of time twirped and croaked along the moat ringing the alarm to wake up by the creeping conscious merry gold vines I am choked and forced to halt
> > stopped at a fork in the road, from the boulder layed out before me, a
> > boulder for firewood eh , a fortnight of refuge, i know,i am tired of riding
> > Then , Yes.... as the story goes you burned the boulder.
> > because.... had you not saw it in the road you would have fallen perhaps from your horse
> > so like any good sojourner the deed was done............yet havoc was
> > insane wasn't it..........you were not suppose to get warmth / avoid and ride
> > on..............now thru the night the crackling and popping of the wood
> > stirred your sleep and once twice and maybe thrice you jumped up to guard
> > yourself from the prowling night voices............the woods embers
> > smoked and saturated the night smog of which you sucked into deeply
> > inhaling the single cell parasite .......the wind called inhale the long
> > ago spell
> > for it is your destiny now to learn this
> > lesson.............. pitiful girl eh? So morning fell upon the morrow of
> > her foggy dreams............she etched her name in the sand soot of a
> > fire cradling its final hours of light...........Ezmeralda .......with
> > a big long stick she drew the letters one by one sipping her simmering
> > elegant honey and black tea in a clay cup she had made once along the
> > red sea of survival the days of hunting , the lost in the forest searches she remembers with fearless
> > fondness then ever so careful with red woolen mittens worn in the fingers but still thee best
> > twisted yarn this side of the earth she gently places the burnt orange
> > clay cup upon the few last fire embers.............just inside the anger of her fire
> > she glances ever so quickly to see the parched leather tethered paper
> > inscribed with ancient tongue..........why? from ? it must of been inside
> > the log ........she reaches thru the fire scantly catching the hot pain beguiled by the curious sea of loves warmth she darts a quick move ...impaling the leather with her stick of compassion she rises to her feet ....to uphold it from its final fallen ashen day.....now rescued by future fate she reaches into her heart pocket to pull out a harden pendant of Crystal unto which she can magnify the words of yesterday pursed on the piece of leather LETTING GO IS LOVE the wells of yesterdays full moon tides drip tears of gratitude there was a lengthy spell bound time to eclipse unto her woven perceptions when she realized as if the rooster of monotony gave way to a time when she herself had written the note whilst tangled in the mire of desire stuffing it into the log cursing her future to be lessons well heeded and appear only if needed ........> Peace to all, Alicia
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