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away lady went (part I of IX)
she went away off and stepping she went away off and no more for me of her or her's to songfulls on her wings of windfulls musicfull harps have even went silent where violins used to play along with now a cold lake empty of water and life this is how frozen feels and as still
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Listen/Loud
They say sounds, they say words When I’m not around Talk of things, talk about spring Bring it on back down I’m the dick You’re the crown The cynic versus the optimist At times I talk way too loud Have you ever thought about being you To say what’s on your mind Let it ring in Let it ring true Seeing a little scary right…
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My favorite tree
With the few moments I had, I went outside to sit quietly under the pine tree there's a thick pine needle cushion on the ground around mere seconds I had, but with my eyes closed the scent of the tree comforted me my friend alive, beneath me above me, inside me, surrounding me in the air
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Porcelian Doll
little girl, all blonde with your eyes sitting in a conner dead in your life playing with the porcelain doll... pretty features portrayed in black paint reddest lips never able to frown flawless pale skin, hard to the touch this girl has never loved something so much... except for her daddy who' yells and screams whos…
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OK
I try to replay over, what you said to me on his bed I try to replay over, what made me sick in the head It almost seems funny, the way I am now Smiling alone, listening to walking the cow I seemed a little focused on becoming sane Driving up, driving away I’m OK some will say I’m more then OK with the sun today Jumped up…
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#3
You were 12lbs. I only came for the play The play or the sounds It’s always the same The same always came on holidays Same always came alone Hidden back behind the wall Stereo continues to play so loud sometimes I need to laugh Thoughts so simple now These are life Never stop bringing Never stop being You kept up too long…
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5 in the morning
5 IN THE MORNING Anxiety bundles me, creams my insides smooth and silky, I put my shades on, eyes drawn, I follow my path, play my hand face to face with what I see in this frame of mine, play my picture, create my colour & listen to the voiceless, a tiered umbrella of fantasy, boxed from within me, outward for all to see,…
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20 Somethings
Hey get up its time to go No tears or time to grow old Shoes on, time to go This time on our own Hey honey the kids are full That can was just enough...just enough Hey honey the kids are fine There's just enough...just enough Hey sis, they think they have us fooled There's not enough...not enough 22...What am I gonna do…
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Ragged Post
Can you meet what you fear half way, Fear, I can’t even name what you are, Really. A voice in the distance, No. A voice in the present, tense, Now, Back, Then. Now, then, No, Just there. Hold me tight, You never did, thank God. That was just a memory that didn’t happen. It’s not, Now. What is it I fear? That tight hug, I…
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Creative People? We're Looking for Submissions (Again)
Yes, it's that time. We're looking for submissions for Hot Valley Writers, the online literary magazine for people without enough attitude to be in one of those other literary magazines. We've had lots of great stuff from PJ people in the past. We want more. We already have a lot of poetry for the next issue, so fiction…
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my new page
www.auslistener1.com.au would be happy for you to read and post any comments. cheers, brendan
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Street Fighting Band
A friend of mine is in a Stones tribute band called "Street Fighting Band' that is based out of St. Louis. They played their first show the other night, and here is a snippet http://www.facebook.com/l.php?u=http%3A ... =bAQAPHLLT
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poem...white (part I)
white charlie sam under the bridge loaded, empty withdrawn and abandoned barren as if a bone to a monarch with a barrowed extension cord plugged up-to one chrome and black microwave oven gently assembled with extra fancy things softly with educated hands placed into the working end of a household dryer but before the…
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mhmm
MHMM... He stood in belief as it trailed him from his dream & into his day Followed him like tricycle wheels It seemed to be real He held it, capturing what the subconscious was telling Showing Letting him know God, how-she-speaks Beneath The conscious mind Words in forward Forward motion Tunneled strides like ocean waves…
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Anonymous
Being invisible, one can do anything that's the hidden beauty of being unimportant! perhaps a singular benefit of being insignificant, one can disappear in a crowd and enjoy the freedom of being annonymous!
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10 dots
.......... My moving seat resting above a world below An atlantic body of water, I fly Vulnerably towards the unknown So i may walk in the noise So I may walk to know .......... it’s a gorgeous morning Crafted by its charcoal blue Rooted by it’s earthly green The fog like horizon with-me Walking Im centered scenery…
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Chapter 747 Of A Broken Heart
What if I can't do this? Everything hurts so much I'm afraid it won't go away I want to get away From you, from this place From everyone and everything I know I just want to leave I don't want to die But I'm afraid I might The first recorded case of a natural death Caused by a broken heart Everything just hurts so much
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Royal Flush PJ 20 reviews Vancouver
Royal Flush Muddy Sound…Clear Vision... Dripping Honey from my ears Fused in the self sacrificing service of the present tense Wind sucking, Self plucking at the souls of life… lives Players playing energy games Peeking through the veil of all souls Muddy Sound,,,Clear Vision Honey dripping from my ears Crushed, undone I…
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Sometimes it's all about reassurance!
I need some. And more love. I can always live with more love. Can't everyone?!
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Idle Hands
Stupid little games racing through my brain feel of cursed opaquency emptiness brimming my hollowed soul those idle hands toying at my strings shaking brittle things tearing me apart hate the little joys they bring devil's hands open idle things what we idolize brings us wretched things see the devil's eyes full of stars…
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No more
No more sadness for me I am sick to death of sadness I don't care if I have to fight everyday of my life to beat it, I am determined to get out from under any unnecessary clouds stupid up and down moods Screw 'em the world can flood first I won't melt from the water the world can explode into flames I won't collapse I am…
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Entropy
Nine or half a dozen It doesn't matter that much to me I reach into my pocket Literally And always find the thing I needed the night before Given time I find something That fits what I'm clutching in the other hand Living in chaos, what you need Is only ever a motion away
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Submission and Fire
Standing on the edge of insanity Standing in the pouring rain Dancing in the fire of submission Waiting for the night to come Just to kill the pain. Holy Angel lend me your sight Hold me with your wings of forgiveness Teach me how to fly. Submissions and fire The art of desire is burning inside of me And I can’t stop the…
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can i do the evolution?
if i didn't try so hard to be smart, i might not end up sounding so foolish. when i am confident in my foolishness, it is no surprise i hear only my voice. nothing coming in, only the desire for self expression coming out. i really don't know about teamwork. i fear failure in a group setting. but when left alone, i become…
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de-evolution
With the creeps not progressing forward cowering withing shadows comforting Staring up to ivory towers to heights that you have been settling back in times of contentment watch the unfolding a conforming Shocking the ways the mind becomes betraying shaping with every sin to a point of disillusion keeps our spirit bound…