July 2011
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Empires on tea
We’ll build a world together, one that is spawned from creative sparks and cups of tea.
Not one built on bricks and mortar, but rather the constructs of our hearts and minds interrelated;
With pages of books littered with photographs and bustling colour, memories that carry true and passionately:
The past exists behind us, yet it won’t make fools of us at all, if we know it well.
We’ll be...
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I really don't mind making an absolute fool of...
At the book launch from two nights ago, I was holding onto a Canon 7D with a mammoth lens on it standing next to a broncolor light watching my girl mingle with the other women mentioned in her book, when I was approached by a young woman asking if I was one of the event photographers; to which I bumbled:
Oh? No, well yeah, I mean I do dabble in photography. But Jess is the photographer,...
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“Gravitation cannot be held responsible for people falling in love.”
– Albert Einstein
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The characters last
Its just the accommodating pleasure to know,
that the time passes and we’re yet the same.
The inception of what we know as us,
to the very moment right now that escapes;
We’re still the characters we love dearly,
the same few we’ve come to adore.
Nothing has waned or eluded from my mind,
when it comes to you my better half;
So I’ll take solace in the way we are,
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Hurtling to earth, and empathy to last.
The elf, the grrrl, the woman, the better-half looks deep into my eyes with sheer terror and shock. They are slightly red, trying to slide away from weeping and darting around desperately trying to comprehend what the hell just happened. I am beside myself, panic is gripping my mind like a cold claw sinking it’s talons into my grey matter. She squeezes my hands strongly whilst she quickly exhales...
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If she doesn't know, then she sure as hell know's...
We were driving to her house, just to pick up a few items before retreating to my abode. We were fresh from dinner and driving over the Anzac bridge listening to Owen Pallett and Primary, talking about how much has changed in both of our lives over the last few months. It was a conversation that resulted from dinner that continued to the very moment as we were driving over one of the greatest...
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June 2011
16 posts
betweenthesouls asked: I have to say that I adore your writing. Thank you for sharing your words with the world.
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A brief exchange in a financial institution:
He is at the bank, waiting for his turn to be announced from the automated cue system. His number is one away from being served, and he waits patiently on a flat red recliner. In his hands he has a ticket and a loan release form, filled with financial jargon that his mind cannot properly digest without shrieking for help, something that really isn’t ever in his scope of interest at all. Yet...
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Lazy poetry inspired by Dr Seuss...
I love the smooches.
I love smooching you here and
I love smooching you there
I love smooching you on a bus
or smooching on a train
smooching in a car or
smooching on a plane
I can just about smooch you anywhere.
Jeez, I’m lazy right now.
- Heart Missing?
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“You may not be her first, her last, or her only. She loved before she may love...”
– Bob Marley
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The better half's new site... →
I’m not one for shameless plugs, but when it comes to the grrrl; exceptions can be made. Well, if you hadn’t known already, you must know now, that I’m lucky enough to spend time with a really talented individual that is probably one of the most amazing photographers to ever grace this side of the freaking planet. Check out her new blog, it won’t disappoint at all.
-...
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“Love is an act of endless forgiveness, a tender look which becomes a habit.”
– Peter Ustinov
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Evening wear and the charm to possess...
She casually slinks into the bedroom, with a liquid rhythm of pure seduction. Wearing a black silk evening gown, with an open back, revealing the soft porcelain skin she possesses under what is usually covered in regular attire. He holds his breath ever so slightly as she burned a beautiful memory into his head, in slow motion, as she enters the room. He was trying to knot his tie in front of the...
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“I hope that real love and truth are stronger in the end than any evil or...”
– Charles Dickens
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Veterans of war
They once mourned their personas openly, toiled over the open wounds that were cut profusely to the core. Two individuals that only desired to live and love within the limits of their endless beings, but were unfortunate in being led down the paths of dismayed connection.
“We all endure such chaos at the worst of times, only to return hopefully to the best…” he ponders, hoping...
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Freedom at the ends of fingertips
This morning, he set foot out into the open city, the sky was still grey and the rain was still constant upon the throws of people commuting, but it didn’t bother him at all. He was awake and amongst the flow of life, and enjoying what it is to breathe freely, to welcome passion and warmth into his being.
He completely understood the feeling of freedom, and it energised his being and it set...
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