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glimpses of then
Oh, wouldn't I want to remember what that's like! to sit peacefully in my own haze of love touch that fog of joy bright white with the sun rising floating up, to ride those bubbles of happiness! magic vehicle, ride on up turn the key, crank it! rattle the ice, watch it melt warm the glass, shake two too I've been mature…
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poem: don't know
she is fascinating i am seen feeling it, her allurement she herself is spells that cling like moss onto emerald i need it my mind not to rest 1400 days multiplied thousands of years worth of night i see it her breasts trip like euphoria i am in the captivated circle living off of her i am fed explosives dandelions & gun…
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Twinkle drop
She sometimes spent spare minutes wondering about questions of fate or choice and then some idea would suddenly appear like the sparkle of a beautiful water drop hanging on the lanai. It was so often like that! She'd be pounding her head on some brick wall, getting a scarred forehead, and then some kind of WOW moment would…
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The Scorpion and the Frog
I can't help it It's in my nature I am the scorpion and the frog All the things That I desire Are destroyed by my touch
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"Why Go Where"
Oh dreams if you be the mad wind at my feet please leave me be. The unabashed possibilities mixed with such tantalizing sin cannot hope to free me. Trapped within the backdrop of suffering; sadness madly laughing with delight. And those dots of light seem so far away. Washed by the rivers of time their muted brilliance…
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Nowhere
The tree shapes are molded by the trucks that carry their load the red horizon shows me the mirage of the end of the road there are some that stop for some fun on the side I may have lost my mind but I still have my pride I look for you all night at the bottom of my glass it's clear my mind is foggy failing at the top of…
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O Brother
O Brother where have you gone? O Brother what have you been? I haven't known you in years are you still casting stones? are you still without sin? don't off that high horse that you're on who will you look down at when we've all gone? I didn't ask for your prayers I didn't ask for your hand I don't need your thoughts with…
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At the stoplight
At the stoplight, a stranger knocked on the glass to ask for directions. She sat in the passenger seat and drifted off, listening to him give directions to someone else. At that moment, it didn't really matter what he was saying, it was just the sound of him. Sometimes she drifted off on the wave of his voice when he…
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Do you remember me ?
For nights on fire we walk the edge To the surface of a dream In a land that looks so bright we fight to feel the burden Of the things we wish were real. Hazards of a journey that bring us to a place We pray for its final end And through the eyes of desire I see The Eagles circle above me. With wings of fire the spirit of…
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Every Breath
every breath is a struggle a smile is a weight loneliness joins us at every meeting tiredness cannot bring sleep nor boredom desire nothing left to do but live living death is a struggle all that's left is to wait nothingness consumes me, I am eaten bring me rest, bring me sleep or bring desire nothing left to do but live…
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Prose & Cons
Three pennies. Three fucking pennies! That was all she - the elderly woman ahead of me in the market checkout line - was trying to gather from her wallet with distracted hands, so she could get a couple of quarters back for laundry instead of random change after paying. She acted as if I'd given her such a gift; even the…
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awakened
Fully awakened An evening with He Slumber by his side does not come easily Although I… and I do Sweet awakenings through my narrow measure Surely this is not something I… imagined Into being This climaxing swell has been the history of all the ages Too long forgotten by… I & I I remember His member Full thick, beautiful…
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Tonight
It is gorgeous to see; open skies.. Your face. The moon has chosen us, to shine so brightly., a beacon. Something to remind us.. Remeber. There are always sunny says ahead. But again, In the words of Maynard... We must all learn to swm!
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Mind Your Manners tribute verse
Sorry to jump on here and post a one-off. I don't write much any more and I'm an amateur but the meter and message of this song inspired and lives with me and I wanted somehow to show my appreciation for this song and all Pearl Jam songs which have been a major influence on my small life. I can't wait for Lightning Bolt!…
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I am reading __________ right now.
Thought it would be cool to share some book titles. I am reading this right now. Pretty good so far, hard to imagine all the rock and roll heavyweights playin' gigs together. The Who, Jimi. Clapton, The Stones. Pretty insightful.
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forest fries
no I'm not going to bare to you my soul virgin moss on five hundred fifty year-old trees a woman's to a man's love If I told to you about the arc the century and the duel seven blazen warriors the source of the sun and face paint I sense or doubt that's where it's at the D note, the C clef the A minor seventh hold my they…
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Dream A Little Dream With Me
Lovely Life I saw you, young man. I have missed you. Your crumpled fishing hat, lightish curls forming around it, your smile lights the darken theatre. I could not make out your face.... but it is you. You move quickly across the crowded room to me. We embrace and float together as one over the crimson carpet for ever. I…
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Let's Get Creative
Hey inspiration can be hard to find yet it's all around us. This could be the place to share with and inspire others to find just what they may be looking for, a subject to write about, a trigger for thought, a spark to light the creative fire. Please post your poem, short story or a thought about a subject, any…
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Online Radio Show
Not sure if this is is the right board for this but I'm a college student and I'm hosting my first online radio show tomorrow from 5-7 at this site: http://arouseosu.com/index.php. I'm going to be playing a few Pearl Jam tunes tomorrow and every show for sure. Feel free to tune in! Will be playing a mix of classic, "alt"…
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The Wow Factor
The depth of your perception, Is ever so confusing. The desire you have to create something, So enlightening,Becomes so entangled. Nothing more than a Picasso of words. Nevertheless, You still strive to make the outcome better than before, Words never used,Some never heard. Like a dictionary narrative. You color your words…