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selfless
Know I had a life long dream seemed to me it meant everything if it was right or it was wrong maybe something in-between can't always distinguish the truth nor tell what's really happening it all feels real enough to me real enough that I can squeeze grip onto with all my might hope this is a guiding light And maybe when…
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picture this
he might know how to take a picture but he's no good at going under cover when he knew I was on to him he walked over and started unpacking a box in the isle I should have started yelling out "where's the manager ? " you're not good at it either remember when you brought those boys around here ? what was their name ?…
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chewed you up ... spit you out
oh that Johnny Fucking Watson the reason he be smiling is cause he be gay ! good news for all the guys that said they would fuck you you could drive a mack truck through that tunnel how do you like my secrets assholes ?
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christmas throwing knives, swords, & barbaric behavior
christmas throwing knives, swords, & barbaric behavior. part (I) wrapping paper going down falling there to the carpet and wooden floorwalk box a throwing knives calls bathroom door hello? thud, zing ricochet zip by the ceramic christmas tree with lights a star up top ducking itself even though smiling and bright the green…
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my first one
I hope u like this i'm bad but that not matter to me thanks for this community is really great!! and sorry my english i speak better than I write Happy new year! No escape in a vanity way the sun doesn't shine anymore only a blind men I'm now I can't find me in this dark dancing whit my brain my soul only fuck off only get…
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AWESOME new T-Shirt... by Denver Artist Houser
Denver artist John Houser has made a tribute to one of his favorite bands, with a bit of persuasion from me... The t-shirts are limited to 250 TOTAL. Each shirt comes with a COA and is NUMBERED. The first first printing session is done, about 50 shirts have been made. He is a screen printer, if you like the design, but not…
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Louis Part 2..................
The car is just into the port I hear his little barks I open the mail flap and ask.......... "Is that my little guy?" His yelp confirms it is I open the door To find a white, fuzzy, Mexican jumping bean With one bark He tears off to the bedroom It is time to scrap The house becomes eerily quiet I ask, "I don't hear him?" I…
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So Close
I try to find the words, the right words to describe what you have done to me. I search through the thoughts of others whose books I trip over, searching. A line from one poem here another poem there so close… but I’m still thirsty. I still haven’t drowned in that welcomed sigh that says, “This one.” I burn my eyes and…
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take that !
I really just don't care YOU FUCKERS ARE NOT GOING TO USE ME ANYMORE ! ! !
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Rondo Episodes
I miss you like... inspiration and obsession and the sweet scent of a hot summer night I miss you like darkness with moonlight or a falling star Those trees and leaves and clouds up above so cliche, but true anyway! I miss you like the perfume I bought to wear for you and the soft blouse I wore only once I truly believed…
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Mother-Naked
Isn’t it something when you realise that you destroyed the sun, and it’s very tears became the candles that helped you find your way. And that you spent that journey drinking whiskey and wine and getting high just to see yourself sober.
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Altered
Shadows sit beneath my eyelids silhouettes pirouetting perfectly they feel like rain in search of an alter candles flame no need to close my eyes anymore to see my darkness unfold and hold, the visions I once held so close, I almost closed my eyes forever.
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Built with Trees**then Rocks and Leaves**Part I
what is this all warmth and energized sparkling crackling and coincidences that are (not really) smiles that rise as what could be not having to worry so much about not so much any more piercing what would be words untold but as if they were unlimited with musical and joy with laughter unlimitedly sourced equal beyond even…
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Anathema
He asked her why And she replied, “Here, within this room where the windows are open and the curtains are closed I left a trail of kisses for you to follow… and leave by But, You’re still here.” He looked over to where the dying flowers sat, in a full vase with one perfect Peony in full bloom and knew, she had heart. That…
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Jumping in the Deep
soul power against the wall is but the stories and stories of mending eternal chaos we are but at the pinnacle of balance where all things meet emoting ourselves to places straighten the World everything broken will land here a wheel of torture shall be broken which path have you chosen? if all paths leads back to me…
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Chasm
Iona The only sound,soft bristles brush the side of the boat Sea clear as babies eyes before life darkens them Hand slipped in hand swells the heart in flight Georgia Strait Silence so deafening it frightens Eagles fly above Bird formation wonder,is this all we have in bond? Hand refused in hand Hearts die dropping through…
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fraudulent
I know a three-way call when I get one ! :!:
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Rotherdinger (for Rother and Dinger)
My homage to NEU!: http://soundcloud.com/mcguiresongs/rother-dinger
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Rumi With a Baritone
The poetry of the Sufi mystic Rumi, would be simply staggering if Eddie created a spoken word album of his favorite poems. :idea: Who Says Words With My Mouth? All day I think about it, then at night I say it. Where did I come from, and what am I supposed to be doing? I have no idea. My soul is from elsewhere, I'm sure of…
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Mystery/Suspense Short Story
Please, feel free to download one of my original short stories. http://www.megaupload.com/?d=E4BZDNOA Happy Holidays all, Paulo Kalra PJ20
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Holi days
When there's enough silence it's possible to feel again does everyone notice that? When it's quiet and I'm sleepy rested there's time to spread our foreheads out (golden glowing rays) it's even possible to sink into some warm place again and I like that!
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"Shed"
Today I wonder what will become of Tomorrow. Solitary, he must now follow by the candlelight left behind. Left to trace the lines upon pages not entirely his own. Here is where he fell, broken, so close to the place that was to be their own. Torn, he struggles with the morning; remembering a time when she swore she would…
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My badass christmas painting
My beautiful and talented girlfriend made me this for Christmas. Am I lucky or what? http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid= ... =1&theater
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Make it shine
Hay it’s been a while Sense we’ve seen you in the light of day You’ve been gone such a long time Are you here to stay. This tiny world we’ve been living in Hasn’t been the same Sense you went away. Tell me now are you here to stay Do you know who we are Can you remember my name. Can you make it shine Like the crazy…
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our sarcophagus (part I)
i knew i would miss yourself and next to me as you go there from before even meeting together in sun-gold and jewel we have promised and lied together in untold millenia you knew this to be true to you as missing me is yours and done is yours next to me a nightly trial and you and beside you the same as our own we go on…
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Haiku for Winter Solstice
Winter Solstice morning a string of unlight lights hang from a lamp post **************************** lottery ad pasted near the open door of a bus Winter Solstice
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David Cameron's Bladder
It sounds like the Battle of Britain in there: http://soundcloud.com/mcguiresongs/davi ... ns-bladder Not for the country and western fans. :lol: