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aril 5
you can't stop all I want is to hide up the yard down in barrells, you can't find or hear me it's no tomorrow betting ot be me alone in the dark, I might be scared and just run home
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giant impact
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within you
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Damned if We Don't
We've gained an inch in recognition While losing miles, to the global warm. What happens when the well's run dry, You'll sow the seeds,And they'll refuse to grow. What happens when the birds won't fly, The seasons changed,And they've nowhere to go. You pump the fish out into the Ocean, They're lost it seems, with no…
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Borrowed 1
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I believe
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don't ask
one time walk one time not rhinoceros and I see what can bee seen like great pink oh all these giraffes the ducks that wade and make a big mess take my luck and innocence with all I feel tastes so fucked up
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Warm Wood
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The Smooth River Stones
I walk with the sunset-- always going down. the glowing rocks beneath my feet look like your eyes, the day that you drowned. The endless flatness here in east Texas. Oh God, oh my God, I miss the mountains so. The day after I got the news that you drowned in the Yellowstone River, I walked down to a gravel pit, and I felt…
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vlkolam live in garage
hex´s drone & rock´n´roll live@garage in Slovakia, one of the few countries where pearl jam never played. more in the videos. https://player.vimeo.com/video/105482829 http://vimeo.com/105527589
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Otherness
like a cat climbing up both sides of the fence was it like this the last time bordering up to jewels, changing everything itsn 't that better? isn't it ungraceful the glare of sun on itchy eyes and tighter clothes bright and tight and clawing I said clothing will I find you like this when i go there again you know that…
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drug and alcohol abuse poetry
days daze they been melting away i don’t remember i don’t remember new shoes… so holy now shuffling away trying sidewalks’ holes are veins existence eats away concrete and steel from my throat and dope while the salvation army feeds all the lost undead needing living
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poem: ... (8/18/2014)
wonder where does my mind swerve in order to be? her's i know as a further opening longer than sky's doorway-throat i sit here in comfortable eccentric daylight with a name a appointment following symbols across the ages the calling of one's star this loving energy thriving deep inside does only one thing the begging to be…
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"Beware"
Become the stars in your mind. Reflecting the last light across the horizon. Knowing the dreamer has not died. And this is never ending. These stories within stories. Always meeting in the middle. Yet we stand on the shorelines. Waiting for the tides to recede. As we slowly fade away.
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Memories
Moon circles lights the sky I wish you were here to share this memory It's empty now you taught me how to fly Now I'm lost at sea (From my song, 'memories' for my mum, www.planetaryspirals.com .)
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Non PJ related, Awesome new Soundgarden posters
Check out these new Soundgarden posters, Woodlands is my fave. The art is amazing! http://kylersharp.com/shop/
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Three days
There are three days left before work steals my mind again before I’m gone, dead, silent, KAPUTZ! like a loud flare sent up, I’ll be shot out of a cannon. A burst of light and then an empty shell littering the ground my days will be so crammed full of people that I’ll have no space to think about mourning a rocket sent to…
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not today
All of sudden my house looks neat &tidy at the thought of having to pack it all in,not today... My tolerance for stuff grows exponentially larger as the time grows near Will it be a simple task of dedication to packing a’ la Andy Warhol or Sorting before packing and doing the Martha Stewart thing, Box of keepers, box of…
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Owed to Ozzie
I’m pissed… off…like the foul weather that is consuming my brain, drain, drain, drain, G-d-damned sink-hole greased up with Cheeky Monkey’s offal Cloudy clearly not, Just the leavings of an oaken cask et tui makes three, e, no Just one, the second time around the d-g legs a terrible trick Fiddling around, the bend is now…
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you almost you almost
it's almost like it's all mixed up the forest and the greens and the rain are all one the visions are one you're the thoughts you and your breath, your voice what is taking me in solid wind of train I feel the roots plowing up from ground circular when you lose the sense of this you gain the one moment when presented with…
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As a blur-by-view
To be understood as a person not as a character in a flat story or as a sand-sized split second impression flat-surface, black and white people do it, simplify, best-guess story everything we see, everything we hear we sift through it all try to make sense so natural, big eyes, big ears everyone does it! to make sense of…
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Barkentine
debonair whispers flow across the sheets promising an ever after scribed in gold propelling our jeweled bark under sail bounded souls listing in an effervescent dream you do as do I, Zona together with an ever after scribed in gold
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a place
she's found a place to rest her head. taking comfort amongst the wild things. hidden from sight beneath a blanket of greenery. the sea...so close...warm tea for her soul. under the cover of night, she tiptoes to the circle of cedars. with the cool earth to her back, she stares to the heavens. gently, she raises her hand…
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ruminations on 'elective affinities'
black mountains reflected in the blue lake where two points met at twilight an hourglass white clouds above and grey below where the dark met the light i wanted to let you know that with one sigh where the black met the blue that was where i let go of you
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for the next time
the most fullest warmest fittingly-unique love I ever knew the most I ever knew to give strongly and boldy and affirmatively not taken left seeing my own rolling back in waves and reflecting an exact image of me felled and scattered unglued the remaining ungathered and the hush could not this whimper but the future now…
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I’m so tired of my own words, even my own thoughts! I want to know how other people feel I want to know what other people dream about! what makes them tick? what sustains them? Today I could be a giant ear, or a giant heart or better yet, an empty pool that could be filled with luscious clear water I don’t need to speak! I…
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In his space
I'm looking out his windows, in his space, and seeing the nothing that I thought I was supposed to see. But it's not nothing to me. It's everything to me. It's everything he was, and he smelled like, and thought. It's his eyes now closed that won't open again. It's his heart now stopped that won't beat again It's his mind…
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poem: sea of her
(part I) what does the great sea do difficulties in sand speak like shells tell it the stories as rocks large & small dreams are like this in her rest as child our survival as simple as nothing can be the mighty tides mad waves built of steel slam but the butterfly then gentle filling light glanced from her waking little…
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cheeks full high
I don't want to stain my pages with my tears but wash them translucent To the void and back again full Into the rivers of Minnehaha, tickling my senses, cheeks full high Tensed to give me the vision of my now occidental eye In appreciation of the fine silk worms dreaming of fabric woven from ingenuity of the human heart To…
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Flying Sound Asleep
I’m flying In my dreams I’m flying above my bed and I see me sound asleep. I shake myself to try and wake me from my sleep But I can’t control my dreams and this feeling that comes over me is between my consciousness and a dream. There are three little souls that are holding me down They’re laughing as I scream I’m trying…