Our dream became our nightmare

So intense the flames consumed us

The dreams  and  now the loss

Now we are locked in the nightmare

You took the mantle of ghost

I took the mantle of the wolf

A lone, I stalked you and lost you

I  became the enemy and fear replaced love

love now lies dormant in the winter of regret


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Did I dream too long did I fly too high Love gave me wings But I have long since crashed and burned I stand each day and cast my wishes upon the breeze l watch the tide and imagine you Love imagined or real Emotional depths untold unexplainable What began this story this desire this incantation what enchantment of magic Somewhere you are real Somewhere in another realm far far away I stand upon my distant shore and weep for dreams lost Louisa jen

Flutter art

old maps are fascinating beyond belief to examine the old world as they knew it. Or maybe to take an adventure some where you haven’t been before along an old unknown road. I do love adventures but of course you need the ready cash to just up and go and thats not always possible but if you dream hard enough you will be there in but a moment no drugs required lol. They are an art all of their own ahh to explore to go where no man has gone before wait that was star trek.

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A window from cardiff castle

Beautiful uncertain of herself no matter how famous she became. A pedestal can be a lonely place.

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I have written a book about marilyn kindle louisa jen


you know me and therefore you know my heart

you know the days have not been kind

you know my anger and my  sadness

A  change has come and I see real love

its so intense, its unexplainable and the longing is cruel

love has finally revealed itself  to me

I have been neglected and accepted

I have  gifted my  heart and had it returned

It matters not  for the gift was pure

no anger remains just moments of deep regret

not at love but at my foolish heart

The world is a place of actors

Of masks and parts but I am an honest soul

I played no part nor wore a mask

If I am the butt of  jokes so let it be so.


Did you see the sun it rises each day

Did you see the moon and the mystic love

Did you feel love on the north wind

The days are long and the grasses blow across the fields

Red dirt from the inner southern land

Let the  land feel  let the people feel

let no heart be in tears.


Every bear is a bear ,Every heart is a heart


coffee: Flutterers



coffee shops are just the best for a chat time becomes irrelevant

the one who like honey ,YORK

All the clowns were at the party


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healthy lunch with coffee perfect imperfection

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Butterfly pea flower tea, commonly known as blue tea, is a caffeine-free herbal tea, or tisane, beverage made from a decoction or infusion of the flower petals or even whole flower of the Clitoria ternatea plant. Clitoria ternatea is also known as butterfly pea, blue pea, Aprajita, Cordofan pea, Blue Tea Flowers or Asian pigeonwings.

Derived from a plant that is common to most South East Asian countries, butterfly pea flower tea has been brewed for centuries but only recently been introduced to tea drinkers outside the indigenous area. Butterfly pea flower tea gains its distinctive tint from the deep blue color of the petals that has made the plant a popular dye for centuries. One of the aspects of the tea is the fact that the liquid changes color based on the pH level of the substance added to it, for instance, adding lemon juice to the tea will turn it purple.

Clitoria flowers or blue tea flowers are used for their supposed medicinal properties in Ayurveda.



shared with friends or had alone what better moments


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rain falls yet here i sit and watch the water trickle down the window warm in the coffee shop. There are days too cold to go with out that warm cappuccino.

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