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winter darkness
in the small lonely cold dark winter window a small candle with it's warm soft orange glow licked the thick blackness of night with its fiery red tongue it danced about in unison with your silent floating laughter happily tangled...no voice heard only whispering winds tapping gently with frosty fingers at the windowpane i…
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the oldest nights
the oldest nights I've ever known I think the flakes were as big as me I think the table I knelt by and ............played with the lambs .........was as big as me the soft and the silence the desperation I felt for the deer at night five isolated memories of the oldest nights I've ever known contain darkness and a silence…
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simplicity, the growing
how carrying first strung chord empty became overwhelming as populated brought alongside us a group of winter days harmonics grew yellow, green & brown something like a praire lit to roll those hills as early risers crack this closer sky all we are friends here vastness as their tunes doing it without them
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Ocean Song
Ocean Song Far down here, we give light In this secret house, of hidden things Weightless in awareness of our solitude We give all of our feeling to the ocean song Visionaries mean nothing here Tactility is everything 'Cause the universe is dark this year Just floating in the ether Diving down We shed our masks And we…
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let's see
what do you want do you want me to just lay ............down and explode what do you want the best ................from me ..............................my all do you want me to wallow in my dreams of you and me .......I will then forever explain that there is nothing ......better than this ..........I know ......I will…
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A Poem for Eddie
Re-Written: You painted me a picture, You told me a story. You wrote me a song I sing along. Me and my kerchief, You and your suitcase. I took a walk with you, Down Memory Road. Sing me away for awhile, Sing me back home. Sing to me a song from your suitcase, So that I may walk with you once again, Down Memory Road. I…
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No Room, Go In
four corners are leaving as much as dire nights or post-dawn would time, being round as the clock it is, offers ornament, not containment four corners are eight the power of nine no control over the human day is turning pages in between green to gray the tunnel is deep to dark is void (is the soaring we too?) horizons are…
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The sleeping dove
The mountains sing its song to the morning light The hobbit dances to the moon Everywhere the daylight chases me And the night is coming soon. The old man sits upon his stool made of stone Playing songs of loneliness to the fog that rests below his home His violin weeps as the condor circles above Moving in flight to the…
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Days of Exploration
Under the sky, into the world The landscape open, he's himself again Just like the days, a younger child when he wandered with no destination I'm alone, he breathes with a smile "Going somewhere that I'll discover" Wind on his face, he feels a song Couldn't feel another Through the woods, into the black Driving down the…
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Behind the broken glass
the memories keep marching forward and the dreams of Ulysses are calling from the past from a place that waits for tomorrow behind the broken glass. the sun sets softly in her eyes as she moves thru time like the clouds up in the sky and she looks so real as she smiles behind the broken glass. and the dreams of Ulysses are…
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Burnt Orange December Evening
the rusty steel chair resting in the woods alone glows in the blaze of the sunset a fiery throne for ghosts forgot men and beast have filled it's seat with spirits not lost nor short of defeat merely passing and pondering at a world at their hooves and feet the body's always searching but only the ghosts know the answers…
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Streams of Consciousness
"Examine for a moment an ordinary mind on an ordinary day. The mind receives a myriad impressions~~trivial, fantastic evanescent, or engraved with the sharpness of steel. From all sides they come, an incessant shower of innumerable atoms; and as they fall, as they shape themselves into the life of Monday or Tuesday, the…
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Alanon
i don't do drugs i sit near them and chat i make excuses for them i help, no, i enable them. I laugh with them and scream at them and make love to them and raise children with them. i cry for them. but keep silent in front of them. until of course the excuses and the yelling and then I throw it in their face. it's okay…
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The Teleportation of Ms Dickweed
the stars were within reach a mere foothill of heads in the span the scene was effervescent the mood was fluorescent with unthoughts clutched in each hand lightning bolts of percussion and bass and drop the leash right in my face and I know nothing will ever replace that feeling’s still reeling fired up and wired up to the…
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Eye Candy Close
I didn't expect you to be there, But there you were. The one in the window with the camera. Was that really him? said to myself. Pretty sure he just took my picture. Right then,My place in the sun had a smile. I couldn't believe my eye's, Was this dumb luck or fate? So afraid, My chance up front was taken. So many people…
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After the circus leaves
If I sit in the middle of that feeling we know that feeling we knew that feeling that lives best in-between the air we breathe and the sounds we make the sounds we hear if I dare to sit in it without distraction feel it deeply (don't look left, right, up, or down) I know love exists! I know it I know it I know it people…
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out in the cold, snow & rain blows (in her fire)
just her hand would touch before light mine numb as shit, slept on under dreams i had woken to her caress her beautiful full breasts warm on me you'd think i... when all of a sudden (witching hour) her grip gentle as silk wrapped my blood filled firm man-life gave to me her best as always as outside our window another…
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Poem: God damn harpsichords
Poem: God damn harpsichords Harpsichords throwing geodes and with every lightning strike the jumping diamonds grabbed high tonality gathered all sound chiming and played them before me surrounding my all, becoming myself Somehow speech was had with unusual characters to the sky up grass dashed green and long I could feel…
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Yield tour poster in the movie
Hey, anybody get a chance to see the new movie "The Lookout"? Towards the end of movie the main character goes back to his old bedroom where the camera gets a glimpse of the Yield Tour poster. Pretty cool to see.
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mememe
I'm sick and I'm sick I think bad thoughts and in my head I do bad things so even God would not save me, I would not save me if I were God, why because I no longer care I am now starting to hate myself and I have never cared and I, I, I oughtta burn in hell it's a good thing I aint God and criminals are kinda swell cuz…