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The push
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The Poet
The Poet He skirts reality And her full lips Wax and wanes on the senses Of his kind's trip So seductive the words Presented by wine All smooth and cool In delivery consigned Life forces imbuing Cliffs and clues A pathological searching For debts and dues These idols created To soothe the wounds Imagining how The other…
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Take Now
Take Now All I will take now Know home Frame rain in walls Contain my mind Rise up From empty bed Strip bled Word mine open sky Dark question restlessness Lid these childish eyes That saw An aggregate free Paper wrap Bow present Tense give me away
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Put 2
Put 2 Am I good enough to put this love into When all we want is free Though a speck of dust may be lit just the same As a star beside the moon I'm down here second nature Matte as ash spent rails I love you best I can You love me some more You touched me sweet And I heard you mad But I never seen you cry Reach out and try…
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Ain't it Some young Poem
don't tell me that an alley way of pines is far from your dreams it's not far from your childhood it it's remember that, dads and moms the light from childhood to dreams is direct all those who trudge through the sludge of everyday or who spring it in rings misty frozen forgotten vegetables discovered in rings of trees in…
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Half Full
Oh, what have I done To heavenly gates so fine Tacked up plastic flowers And paper moons Half full of colored dreams I wish could sink behind the pines ...
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Oh Wow
Summer brings changes to the forum so subtle please please bring more if somethings not broke please please don't ever fix it our eyes are blinded miss the current post's what is on our minds I ask now I have to search :D
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Note to remind myself
See what it feels like to fully commit yourself to your choices on all types of days and nights Sometimes, it will mean exerting some self-control leaving opportunities untouched, words unspoken Sometimes it will mean being uncomfortable for a while Better to face a problem and solve it rather than turning towards…
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trees
what is breathtaking might not do what unearthed you apath to the majesty a face on which cries like the trees they cannot stands their families, giant red like the swath like it's nothing emblazened on the sight of you gone walking peace on earth through tar standing electro quite damning stato-manning stripped clear of…
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Waking Up Ned
He woke up one morning on the ground of his barn with a pounding headache. He had had one before but this was a masterpiece. Something was different. Something was off. The old barn didn't smell anymore. As he stood up slowly, instantly the animals stood and hollered in protest. They didn't know him. "What was wrong with…
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"Tonight"
Tonight I dine upon sorrow with the temptation of closure ever present. Tonight's endurance shall yield tomorrow's treasure, the wealth of growth and the fortuity of uncertainty. Tonight I give to you in solitude...In hiding. Tonight's delirious, mental hum, inebriated mind, voluminous thought... For you. Tomorrow I feast…
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The Reach
An ocean of possibility within An ocean of my original sin i reach to your presence Hypnotized by your luminescence I reach eternally, With conviction Your pull, my addiction I reach The will of your gravity Is my command The shimmer of your light upon my surface...echoes below Into the darkness below..a beacon Magnetized…
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Miracle City
Miracle City Diggers and naggers Broke dead swaggers Leave that town Get out! Get out! Worn them silky blues B'tween brimstone and sockets honed Like she did Bore me wed To cross and hollow souls Heaven holds a place I'll give up no disgrace A blank stage Done been sat upon Eggs
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Free time
When I have free time, I can be myself my soul naturally falls back into that buzz of love I wake up feeling joyful and sunny when my day feels open, I love my life love my family, love my home I love being outside! it’s only when the stress of modern demands on my time and mind squeezes out the room for happiness that I…
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In the Morning...
in this evening that I think of you my mind changes to green from blue and in this evening that I dream of you I lye hear wishing that things are still true with a heavy head and a heavy heart hope to see you when the morning starts your a beautiful woman and I…. I'm just a man I'll make it right I hope you'll understand…
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Edgar Allan Poe
On this day in 1809, poet, author and literary critic Edgar Allan Poe is born in Boston, Massachusetts. By the time he was three years old, both of Poe's parents had died, leaving him in the care of his Godfather., John Allan, a wealthy tobacco merchant. After attending school in England, Poe entered the University of…
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looking out
It was lucky that as I backed out of the garage I noticed the glistening puddle. The sparkle went straight to my heart and woke up my joy for living in this warm climate and for being outside in the morning. I opened the windows of the car to feel the day begin. At the right time of morning, there’s a white mist, a cool…
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Stroking Shadows
Twenty and three years and leaving you, root bound trees we are; I am, too long untapped Stripped by your sunlight,naked…still streaked by my stroking shadows lingering lines, Trial run, making a move, fast track to discovery of the other Curiosity has me. What is there? What he and I create together may just be… One……
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wires crossed
got wires for spark got dreams bedtime goodbye got water pure kool-aid refined cane gulp got got got-it got fish cancer got blue grass pleasant scabs got cut now torn open sad thankfully full tank got going far as it takes us hear sidewalks end falling off edge bruised sound got stomach ache got blessings up against it all…
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tree of woe
part I hangin there a miserable life wind & roots have come back over & over again delivering everything that suffers for countless years blisters are opened skin boils inside sun's nightmare you just hang there crucifying your thoughts burning what you bleed brokedown no cool sheets wrap you your spine gone flew away with…