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If you ever wondered

What’s behind the curtain

The whispers of the night…if you only listened

The bubble proudly glistens

Afraid we stand aside

Knowing that if pressure is presented

It may pop and never existed

Much like the dream

We remember vividly

Speak word for word of what we linger on the tongue

As if the tanned skin were touched by the sun

Proof

Poof 

Only if we wondered

Let go of the summered 

Mumbling out terrified applications of false allegories 

Temporary 

Lost 

In dreams of rhythmic like schemes 

Bubbles float away 

Left the reflections of lakes

Hiding behind capes

Curtains are pulled

No dreamer shall be fooled. 

- N.V.S 

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photo by Heather Strange 

taken 6/12

When we wait to develop a roll of film,

the time disolves

the darkness falls, once again

deeper

darker

translating all that was absent

just to remember

we are here again.

(rushed poem for the ones who once sinned)

sweet photo, sweet girl .

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Mercury in Taurus

She is faithful to her ideas, unchangeable and quietly opinionated, persistent, but discreet. Likes all the pleasures life can offer. Careful in speech, deliberate, intelligent. Learns best through the senses, not through the traditional educational system. She possesses plenty of common sense, and her simplicity makes it easy to get from point A to point B in as few steps as possible!

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here are some more photos from my first trip to thailand / poem.

fishing on the Bangkok river / 2012

window waking up morning #2

sanctuary of truth / 2012

All – Nippon – Airlines / waiting to arrive

broken glaciers from above 21,000 ft

sean michael , peninsula hotel / 2012

Airport Minded

By seeing all that is good and evil in the universe

Make all things alike

I see myself in all beautiful things

The Great Glaciers solid of white

Those are existent

However, broken into deep phantom blue oceans

Frosted by haunting feathers of clouds

I am touching those

I am oh, so close

With the dawn peaking shades of purple miasma

My soul escapes to nirvana

All that is miserable is within my misery

I follow the entrance, and you come to the door

Pretty dandelions grow beneath the old hawthorn

New and old, same soil for growth

Fertilizing and giving life to both

Everyone I meet is a mirror image of me

And every reflection a moment, you see.

We must be careful for wishing and searching

But be aware of accepting and finding

Atlas, my hands meet

To feel a hearts beat

Today is tomorrow

Feel deeply into joy and lightly into sorrow

The sunlight is the moonlight

Both brighten the sky

In shades of likeness between you and I

Goodmorning, goodnight

-Nicole Van Straatum / Jan 2012

 

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Your skin like dawn,

Mine like dusk

 

One paints the beginning

of a certain end.

 

The other, the end of a 

sure beginning.

 

-Maya Angelou

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