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I've been off of my Blog, for several months. Only checking in occasionally, to see how it's still being received around the world. 

I see on my Blog's "Stats", the "Referring" links or websites, etc, lead to someone I don't know, haven't contacted, or know anything about.

The "Locations" my Blog's being read in, is all over the world as normal, yet places not normally read regularly before, that I remember anyway.

And the "Posts" being read, indicates "0".

So, it seems something isn't right, & it's not my doing. So--I am not connected to other sites, not promoting them, or supporting them in any way. 

Hope to see real readers on here soon, have a great day everyone.

Anyone But You--Dragons Series--Black Series

The desperate call,

the deep 

unending cascade

of solitude.

This is what 

I remember

most.

Talons,

that rip

deep into

my skin, 

the cry

of 

pain,

the cry

for 

more.

Wings above me,

soaring,

screaming

through the 

limitless 

air,

this is how

I seek 

him

now,

when I want

more. 

Test me,

tease 

me, 

tell me 

I can be 

whole,

that I can 

be without you,

& 

still feel

like 

I'm even 

alive.

I bet 

you can't,

I pray 

you won't,

to simply prove

to me,

I no longer

exist

without

you. 

So,

take me,

to that place

you promised me,

we would

always

be,

deep

&

far away,

from anyone,

but

you.

No Place But You--Az Rains Series

Rain drops

come off of his skin,

a shower of

peace,

in 

my

perfectly chaotic

world.

Those crystals you left me,

I hold 

them 

still. 

Hold me close

to you,

&

I can 

feel the 

scent

of 

beauty 

&

craven

tranquility

I

no longer

desire.

For 

the peace

I seek,

is 

no place

but 

you.

Until I See You Again--A "By Josephine McRose" Short Story/Series--Az Rains Series

The storms calm. The puddles flood the dirt streets below. I watch a tiny river, flowing through the dirt I secretly spread between my toes, whenever I can. 

Even as I say this to myself, I know nothing I do, gets past his sight. That stare, that makes me feel him from far away. So that I know when he's near, or simply thinking of me. That's how I know, that he knows. 

Since that first day, watching him lean against the door way of his saloon. That's how long I've known he watches me too. 

But, it's funny, isn't it. That expression, 'watching'. You'd think that, to just say 'saw', or 'briefly noticed', would be enough. But it's not. Not with him. 

See, the way I see him, the way I know he's near. It's like I can already see him, in from of me. Taste his smell on the air. Feel his hands on my skin. 

But, some days, I don't even see him at all. Well, that's not entirely true, is it. What I mean to say is, I see him, only from a distance, a moment, that for me, lasts a lifetime. 

I can't say we've spoken often. That, I know his life story, or his family. Or maybe, anything else, most people would say, makes a difference. In who someone should be to you. That should be, what makes me love him.

But that's ok, you know. Because, I've loved him all my life. Lifetimes. With him, in my mind. 

To finally find him. And in that place. I can only shake my head, as I write this to you. And laugh to my myself. Because it's just who I am, what I would do. Come out into the middle of nowhere. And find someone I've run to, & run away from, my entire life. 

Isn't that just the way.

But don't get me wrong, now. It's beautiful, in it's own way. The poetry of it all. The irony, elegant simplicity. Of dropping out, & turning on, so to speak. And here I am, dragging my little family out here(although we both know, I didn't have to suggest it twice, & their bags were packed, our stuff sold, pets in their carriers in the back seat, before I could finish my brilliant pitch, for running away, like kids to a traveling circus). Only find the thing, that's eluded me, & terrified me, since I can remember, remembering anything. Peace. 

So, that's where we are, isn't it? In our little story. I guess I'll leave it at there, for now. But don't worry, I'll write to you again, soon. 

Until then, remember me. Think of our little family, the place we've come to. The world we've discovered here. And know we're happy. Finally, we can stop running. And just.....be. 

Until I see you again,

Stacy, Debbie, & Sara(& the Pets, of course)

My Paradise-AZ Rains Series

The fountains draining
Into the ocean 
At my feet.
A gentle explosion
Of memories
& 
Thoughts of
You.

Storms never hold
You 
Back from
Me.
Instead,
Only send you
To me,
A nagging blessing.
My curse,
My 
Love.

The symphony in
My mind,
That canvas the
Thoughts I keep
From 
You.
Nothing privet,
Not when you
Live so deeply
In my
Mind.

The sea of
Need, 
Endless,
Dark underneath.
Translucent
As my confusion
Without you
Here.

Your fingers in
My hair,
Your taste on
My lips,
The churning
Beats a rhythm
In my soul.

Translate your voice,
Compare it to
Something I can
Understand.
Not this
Desperation
I hear
In my own 
Mind.

Can you understand,
Can you see
What you've made
Of me. 
A heart beat,
On the scale
Of harmony in
This place.

A charge in
The air around
Us,
Our own weather,
Moons,
& 
Stars.
A world 
Where only you
&
I exist.

In my
Mind.
My 
Paradise.

Mine--Part 1--AZ Rains Series

The hold He has on me. The platform He preaches His ministry to my Soul. The measure of Time.

These were given to me in doses, in carefully rationed tornadoes of thoughts, tastes, & sounds. Staying with me, dripping into my skin, like a controlled substance, dangled over me, I reach for more.

His smell at night, as He changes from who I see, & what he wants me to be. Does He care? That I rest here, never knowing what, & who He'll be tonight. Does He know my smell, my scent, as I descend from this place, to where I really want to be.

The breezes in my mind, they create a vortex, a whirlwind, measured on the scale of grief & pain, joys & victories. Where the newest dose of me, is slowly transfused into my veins, the life that was Him, is now mine.

(Trying a "new" format. Traditional, story telling paragraphs, rather than the poetry style shaping on the page, I usually use here.)

You & Me--AZ Rains Series

Your smell,

in this rain.

I feel it 

touch 

me,

in a way

only 

my memories

will.

Your picture,

upon 

my 

table,

the one

I 

keep 

in 

my room.

This is 

still 

how I see 

you.

I believe 

now,

I always 

will.

And why

shouldn't it be.

I ask 

myself this,

as I always do.

Down

these halls,

of

the rooms

that hold

every 

hint

of 

you.

It's here

now,

your smell,

your

scent that

escapes my mind

some days.

That

plays outside

of the 

confinds

of 

me.

The sun

keeps

disturbing

my

peace.

A 

cruel extension

of 

this place,

when 

you're not 

here.

At night,

this is

when I can 

see you

most.

When I look

out my window,

the balcony 

doors

calling to me,

like they 

always 

do.

When you wait for me

outside,

the way

you 

do. 

The path,

that 

takes me

to you.

Why does it

always 

seem it's such

a 

long

& winding

road.

When you are

always

there,

just beyond

my 

reach.

Oh but

tonight you say,

will be

no different.

It will 

bring me

to 

you,

as I always

do.

My mind

playing tricks,

letting 

me

imagine

this walk into

your 

Soul,

will be 

different somehow.

But it

shall be as

it always

will 

be.

Your arms

wrapped 

around me,

you mouth 

next 

to mine.

The scent 

of 

the nights

I live 

for,

stuck in

my 

head.

Your face

so 

close.

Those eyes 

that light

the desesert

sky.

Don't wait

so 

long 

I 

say,

until 

I see you 

again.

And you 

tell

me again,

what 

you always

do.

That you 

are 

always

there,

waiting 

outside my 

door.

Watching,

waiting 

for me

there.

A shadow

I see

in 

the corner

of my

eye.

The movement

of the 

Wolf 

outside my

windows.

The 

feathers

of the 

Crows I hold

in my

hands,

so 

dear.

That you

will never leave

me 

alone,

you say.

You exist

because 

I do.

And 

as I breath

you,

to sustain 

my own 

life,

I keep 

you alive 

too.

To be

what we 

are,

is magic

you 

see.

Eternally,

you,

&

 me.