New poem - part2815

How to fix this perfect winter day,
when she doesn’t want to instill some love.
For she rather be -

The sad clown in the center ring
     of broken laughter and cotton candy.

But for this hour - she’s hoping, that snow
will sound like breaking glass, wounding
not her but the old snow.

For she does see -

The white words in the snow, mocking her
as all these stark trees, begging the sun
for another around of warmth.

And yet - she is today’s faded snow angel.
Emitting only silence against the silence
of the purple snow that didn’t fall like God.

Hence why -

She wants to hear the glass breaking
while the snow tumbles down like dominoes
in a perfect circle and the first push -

Always - in the jest of a quiet laugh.

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No weeping here - as the holy visions
are blurred and fog becomes the sweet charm.
Some needs to interview the Devil again,
my life has been ransacked and sold to a bidder.

And so, one waits on the river bank for the ferryman
not to be ferry to death but another spot in life.
Where one can't trade for another street to cobble
together another set of mismatch years.

Snow, snow - where are you? Come!
Please enter me, I have a gold star for you
if you pave this last road sparkling white.
All wants that gold star to simple show
that the soul and heart did bow and behave.

Yes! Yes! and yes. I told the truth -

I walk the path that this heart traded
with the perfect reason of others walkers.
And yes - the sun is wonderful and the stars
do sing beautiful on a late summer night.

But the Moon and I do love to hide
      as the nights grows bitter cold and long.

Yes and yes, I wrote the delicate truth -

All deck out in the oranges, yellows and the reds.
Footsteps, footsteps - not coming but will on a sunset.
Either theirs or mine will come to that point as the murderer.
And where God will say "Hello" and embrace the -

For now, wishing for the last snow
to take the road and mangle it back into
a line of perfect snow touched pines.

I don't want feel life anymore.

Opps

my blog is here.The Quiet One 

Sorry

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Ok I’m going fire up this old account again. One my reader needs to use this one to comment

One blog only

I decide to stick with one blog only this year. More do to the fact I can't use Blogjet to post here anymore. I used to type up post then send it to here and typepad. I did tried to fix this journal with new stuff and still not happy.

So last night I decide to stick with my Typepad account. So for now on please go here to read posts

The Quiet One

Not happy with Blogger

Well I switch over to the blogger beta. regret it now. Now I can't use Blogjet to do post. According to Blogjet, the problem won't be fix untill verison 2.0 is release. Now I'll have to pay for that one. I'm sure sure if I'm going to do that.

I tried changing the templete of the blog, so far I'm not really impress. I can do more with Typepad. Then again I'm paying $80 buck for that one and this free. I'll play with this tomorrow. I still have the old templete, might go back to that one.

But I'm still annoyed I can't use blogjet here anymore. It easier to post via blogjet than to go through blogger. Because I could then post to bloggar and typepad at the same time. Also not happy with using my old gmail account to log in. I don't use it anymore due to the spam I was getting, plus a few email weren't getting through. What happens if I lost the email account. Ugh should just left the sign in alone.

I wouldn't have switched over but eventually, the way I understood . Everybody will have to switch over.

Well I'll stop here, tomorrow I'll decide what I'm going to do with this blogger.