Violet Diamonds (poem) by Julianza (Julie) Kim Shavin on AuthorsDen

Violet Diamonds
by Julianza (Julie) Kim Shavin → (All Poetry by Julianza (Julie) Kim Shavin)
Rated "PG13" by the Author.

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photo by author. Amazingly, author can build passable fire. Need accomplice today in decapitating the AD editor. Thanks. This was single spaced and shuttled everywhere in my computer and back again, correctly, except for here. I'm a pacifist, so you have to do the dirty work. And don't give me any nonsense about shooting the messenger. Appreciated.

Violet Diamonds Looking for transference, of what, unsure, onto dead god in grocery picking primly through unripe plums? or maybe someone with long expensive couch, listening intently, nodding and falling, why of course, falling madly. Bipolar, tortured, scribbling insane, births purple diamonds in devil's domain. Eyes of old rum, voice of spent coal, a sunburned soul -- a f**ing genius, literally so. Must treasure weak insomniac, cerebrally, horizontally-harrowing in all good ways. Stupid universe once tagged and removed me for admitting small obsession with sleep's still twin. Must kiss pets on lips. Adore music. The void. Long walks inot in the rain, be tall for delusion of safety. Looks unimportant. Yammer incessantly, like tomorrow never came. When weary of poetry, music, art (me), confess. No games. Take your time. (Regret forever.) One last thing: Not after your money. Just infinite riches. Julie K. Shavin 2009*

Reviewed by Gene Williamson

Reviewed on December 13, 2009

Julie, will you consider a long lean old(er) guy
with only one wrist to stand on a shortage of
infinite riches? -gene.

Reviewed by Felix Perry

Reviewed on December 11, 2009

Sounds like you are not asking for much Julie, will see if Santa Fee has one in the workshop at the north pole for you...how do you like short people?
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Reviewed by Edwin Hurdle

Hi Julie,a great piece you have written.Your poetry always impress me.take care

Reviewed by Peter Schlosser (Reader)

Reviewed on December 10, 2009

This seems good to me. But I'm so f**d up right now it's hard for me to interpret. 102 degrees my burning tongue registers. My mind is boiling. Be back to read later. Influenza beckons.

Reviewed by JASMIN HORST SEILER

Murder she wrote, yikes Julie, you seem upset, is it something I said? This staccato of verbal arrows sure will do the trick you won't need an accomplice ha, a mercurial swing at the universe this.
Back on the couch, will talk later. Hugs! Jasmin Horst