Jun 2012

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<eventtime>2012-06-06 01:24:00</eventtime>

<logtime>2012-06-06 05:24:49</logtime>

<subject>Two Cups of Espresso</subject>

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By Emmit Other The night is long And the road will be hard And you know this Coming off the heels Of the perfect weekend in Savannah Capped by a delightful DVD date Watching the 25th anniversary edition Of Monsieur Phantom Singing his golden medley Inside our Minds Bedazzling our eyes First as solo Then as trio Then as Quartet Weaving a masterful wakefulness Of the echos of genius past. Its time to go Time for a long 13 hour night time journey Through states of darkness And strange barbarian hoards All for a joke Only a few will get Involving a ninja costume And good but not decided timing. You love me And are concerned And so you use one of the things you know best A familiar ritual A daily espresso machine Silver sleek and black A feminine seductress in the evening A cheerful coworker in the morning So reflective In some ways Of she who makes it One at sunrise One at sunset The cycle of time The cycle of life These are the things that matter Words have power And they matter But Deeds also have power And the way you want me to take a double espresso Before driving like a lunatic Into the night Shows your love in ways That reflect the beauty that is within Equal already to that that is with out. I drink them Smile Kiss you And am on my way into the night. And you are on my mind Far more than Georgia I leave the state behind You are with me in my heart. (Let's not talk re: Ninja thing That didn't work out as well.)

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<eventtime>2012-06-23 02:39:00</eventtime>

<logtime>2012-06-23 06:39:01</logtime>

<subject>The Phoenix In Element</subject>

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By Emmit Other I dance in fire In this The day of Zenith My apex In the Year of the Phoenix I soar with the crowd Basking with them. It would be more fun with you here. But you are here. For I carry in my heart a Sun. A brilliant radiance source of warmth That lights the dark places of my soul. Almost a year ago I was dancing the jig of the damned My number was up All the cards were played Darby O Gill Was Asked To Get In And At Some Point I blinked And wandered the halls of mirth Until I stumbled upon music And laughter And dancing. And like the living dead I shuffled Moving in time with the music. And time passed. Came the harvest moon And Brassington Bald The whispers of the moon The howling of the pack Came an end to ice and snow And a spark was formed Round the darkest of the hour And here I am now Soaring ever higher Lifted on a warm wind Because of your eyes And your smile. You are very special to me. And every moment Is one I have learned to savor Learned to cherish for what it is There will be dark times And light ahead But at this time In this frame In this place In this moment All is well with the world And I delight That I shall see you shortly And kiss you upon the lips.

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