Friday, 4 February 2011

The Golden years

Am dreaming of
a new platonic
romantic
age
Already emerging
in the imagination
of the artist's eye

It will spread in my world rapidly
And with golden wings it will fly
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5 comments:

  1. ZENDOM4 February 2011 at 20:07

    Ahhhhh!!!!!where does time go?
    Who is to say as no one knows
    It is not of anchored weight like fools' gold
    One within present with no time, it is the Soul
    So no more as we must not cry
    We are not here to see time fly

    enjoy love(+)
    Dom* ;) xoxoxo---{--@

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  2. Poems from the Heartphone5 February 2011 at 07:18

    Yeah but I can create all that
    albeit in Virtual Reality
    being immersed in it NOW

    And there it will have such a quality
    that it will also come true
    in Reality somehow

    It does already lol

    xoxoxo

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  3. Poems from the Heartphone5 February 2011 at 07:19

    Both can be a sublime stage in the NOW
    you G(K)now :)

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  4. ZENDOM5 February 2011 at 09:06

    LOL..immersion in the Now...is this is what is covered all over me?..LOLOL...Now...LOL...funny Love funny..;)xoxoxo--{--@

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  5. Poems from the Heartphone5 February 2011 at 10:35

    :)

    Well, in a way that is what happens when you meet up with your German friend. He can't stop laughing, immersed in the Now lol

    Ever heard of the laughing Buddha)
    He holds his belly to keep it together lol

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