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Kailashana
Kailashana
May 08, 2010 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)

lost girl reattaches Pan's shadow

insecurity pops up like a sudden thunderstorm,
(hail hail the gangs all here!)
the winds of change breaking down the darkness
like a tornado in my alley,
I awaken to defeat
and leave poetic justice behind,
sphinx-like in the chthonic of sleep,
beech tree branches paw my bedroom window
and there is silence stirring cauldrons in the air,
the many masks of Anna lay forlorn at her feet
it's getting harder and harder to sleep
and the clock is winding down
at 3:00 a.m. in the morning,
I kill a little time with time this time,
sighing
I do not turn on the light,
vanity is just another crow picking holes in my strawman
it's getting harder and harder to be myself,
my crocodile is ticking
and I've forgotten how to fly.

— Kailashana, May 08, 2010

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Kailashana

Kailashana

16 years 1 month ago

Damn! I read remunerations

Damn! I read remunerations at first. And I thought you were gonna send money. lol. ~A "If you think you're free, there's no escape possible." ~ Ram Dass
Kailashana

Kailashana

16 years 1 month ago

Oh, there’s a few more

Oh, there's a few more stories in her, I think. TY for reading. ~A "If you think you're free, there's no escape possible." ~ Ram Dass
Nordic cloud

Nordic cloud

16 years 1 month ago

..and having the most exotic, film-track worthy dreams.

Ann of Norway Oh my oh my oh my Anna, I started off hearing the song, it seemed to crave a band full of sound, and its rhythm made me dance inside. Oh the stirrings of the night with fingers at the windows keeping you awake and what with all the other fantastic visions of thoughts and happenings, mixed into and whirl of total awakeness, we are left wondering at the fact that you are not indeed sleeping and having the most exotic, film-track worthy dreams. "the many masks of Anna lay forlorn at her feet" Those masks torn by the tempests of your unrest lying deposited by the dozen, your own restless thoughts like Autumn leaves seized up into wind-thermals spiralling into your line of vision distorting your own reflection in the mirror. Love to you your wildness, from Ann, your sister.
Kailashana

Kailashana

16 years 1 month ago

Speaking of having a fertile

Speaking of having a fertile imagination... Love to you my Northern sister. ~ "If you think you're free, there's no escape possible." ~ Ram Dass
Seren

Seren

16 years 1 month ago

Dearest Mum

First Jhena blew me away and now this ... Another Bow to the poetess of a million masks love you ((((((hugs)))))) Happy mothers day darlin may the spring sunshine bless your day and the wind to be gentle strokes of my hand love and big hugs Jayne-Chloe ("Quote:-For every beauty there is an eye somewhere to see it. For every truth there is an ear somewhere to hear it. For every love there is a heart somewhere to receive it.-Ivan Panin")
Kailashana

Kailashana

16 years 1 month ago

How lovely my dear jaughter.

How lovely my dear jaughter. I hope Snake is holding you tight to make sure you're never blown far away. Love. ~ "If you think you're free, there's no escape possible." ~ Ram Dass
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mantiscepter

16 years 1 month ago

lost girl

Simply poetic madness, I started in the wizard of OZ, then went to,close encounters of the third kind, ya I was all over the place. But had fun Good read. Love John
Kailashana

Kailashana

16 years 1 month ago

Ahhh… the places I have

Ahhh... the places I have been! Very perceptive of you, John. Methinks tis going to be a rough year for stormy weather in my neck of the woods...speaking of Tim Burtonesque scenes. Hugs of Love, Anna "If you think you're free, there's no escape possible." ~ Ram Dass