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Pieces Two
it's why you give me peace peace from the place in the moment when it's sleep or comes in sleeping these words nothing is equal it's why everything else cancels out and what remains is the beauty produced in the song bigger than us and for that reason it's why what is sad stays anyway it's why the green moss and the dark…
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Cloud reflection on water
Sometimes it's the background that makes the the day feel like a dream. Not the foreground, but the buzz and haze and warmth of what's underneath it all.
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Prose
This might possibly be the most dull string of beads I've tried, but then again it might not be too. ( We'll see!) The lack of random strings might allow more ideas to actually make it into a reading mind. (We'll see!) We, The Reader--you, after sent by The Typer--me. Rickety clack, tippity tap, it's uncomfortable to type…
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Take Me Home Tonight (the la la song)
mighty strange feeling coming over me got me me screatching like an owl in a old oak tree down to the bottom and back to the top I can't stop thinking about this strange feeling that I got. the whole world is shaking bringing me down on my knees and everybodys singing around the old oak tree. la la la la take me home…
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Invitations
It's hard to let go of Hope the dream that something will change maybe just someone else's approach or habits? Hope is urgently required when that something we wish would change is something we have no control over! that's the day when Miss Anita Bita Hope is really the guest of honor however, when it's something we can…
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Hard Attack
Thump thump thump My heart still beats Slow and erratic As the pain drives across my chest Then down my arm. There’s a cold and clammy feeling oozing out of me And I can hardly breath While the nurses move in orchestrated panic I can’t understand a word they say But they have all gathered around me. And I can see them thru…
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Passing thoughts
The days passed, one-two-another, years have passed so many conversations unfinished… a woman throwing notes down a hole a human singing songs into the wind a person tapping code out into infinite space hoping to communicate! wanting to share, converse, traverse some distant ground all these days gone now all these…
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To My Reflection
To My Reflection I lost my strut today My I'm making peace with the earth march Because you came With your paper cut eyes Stabbing my face My perfectly imperfect face What did you think you would see? Replacing beauty for vanity You imposter It's my march A stampede of failed flesh As disgustingly beautiful as a victim to…
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Dropping pennies (in a wishing well)
she takes me to places I've never been down trails of sun light far and away over bridges of time to that special place she knows how to make it shine. dropping pennies into a wishing well starring into the sky stepping into shadows watching wild horses fly. reach out and touch the northern lights hold the morning in your…
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The Demon Dwells - Final Version
(For those that were nice enough to read and comment on my previous post of this poem, this is the completed version) Enjoy... The Demon Dwells Written by: Maribeth Duncan He stares into my soul and pulls the demon out from the bowels of my hell. Swear I’ll just listen for a bit, but never buy the lies of the story he has…
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Face's on the Wall
cold and unsettling moving down the hall the face's of the familys that lived here long ago trace the foot steps of the young ones that have no place to go. moving pictures of face's on the wall sound the bell of lonelyness as the elders begin to call. call me to the lonley face's on the wall show me time forgotten walk me…
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The Demon Dwells
(Not quite finished yet, but this is a start....) He stares into my soul and pulls the demon out from the bowels of my hell. Swear I’ll just listen for a bit, but never buy the lies of the story he has to tell. Lost in his eyes and found in his voice, he knows exactly what to say to bring out the worst of my best. Spoken…
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sshhh, tell no one
but i have been staying inside trying to think outside of a box that was built by things that came in boxes i had been waiting for the fall to bring death and thus new life to my surroundings like a kaleidoscope shattering on my front lawn and being blown down my street and floating aimlessly like children do for white…
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obscure vision
obscure vision once i sat upon a mountain looking up to the stars trying hard to find answers about that confusing life the life that was lacking something meaningful and i viewed the scarlet sky from inside a forlorn heart sailing through the backwaters to the vibrant green hope settling into the valleys of violet sleep,…
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Smooth Talk
Smooth Talk Empty space weighs something That’s what the smart man of science said on the tv We come from Nothing God does not exist Therefore we come from God Empty space is heavy though Contrary to popular belief mind is not over matter In our minds empty space is impossible to move So we fill it up so that it weighs…
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Rainbow
Driving in the car we saw something unusual yesterday unbelievably, it was a full arch rainbow over the road now, we HAVE seen these in Florida before in fact, I have several arches in pictures miles wide of course!! but THIS one was special because not only was it complete but the boys and I actually saw the end of it…
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Shiny black box
There's a song that I wrote with notes and it floats on the boat of the strings and my fingers my piano knows too the keys feel the tune and it knows that I'm lonely for you
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in a hole (to be continued)
inoculate my spine with your darkness yes your sunglasses but first please allow me and my friends the spiders to feast one last meal this will be forever as you plunge negative sunbeams into my lower veins none to pleased my friends and i we are not laboratory specimens nor on display yet controlled by your hand your…
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"Untitled"
What is it that you hope to find: the experiences that make up the sacred in our lives. Those feelings that tell us we’re ourselves. The idea that our past seems frozen upon the future. Or the hope that we'll find our home as we run in every other direction. Though we’re the author of our own story upon reading we find…
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NEIL YOUNG on FOIL by JUSTIN HAMPTON Up NOW
http://www.justinhampton.com/NeilYoungholo.html Go get em!