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Bodangling
It's not your indifference that makes the difference I think its your spiral-striped stair case that you maimed and healed and egg-shelled--brooms down-- all while calling for your razorbacks, which you never did ride anyway. ...Your insignificance is another story you spoke of it when you were cigarette but an…
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Well
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on a dying world
The dying sun casts a soft amber shadow on everything. She walks slowly On cracked ancient earth. All her tears have dried. Looking for a place to spend the rest of her days. Hard to do when all the beauty has died. She prays for rain. Something to wash away the stains. Hoping something beautiful may bloom. hangs her head…
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My band Scavenger X
Hey everyone, just wanted to pass along this link to my band's reverbnation page. Pearl Jam has influenced me so much over the years and are by far my favorite band on the planet so I thought like minded people may like our music as well. Thanks everyone, Jim http://www.reverbnation.com/scavengerx
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a dream last night
The music pins me back in my seat. "a broken halleluuujhahh..." Red is the color of fire. When I shut my eyes. I have a feeling it will be alright. "hallelujah..." The song changes as I hit the water. What happened to the breaks? I'm seeing life as old photographs. Flashing before me. Getting harder to see. Somebody save…
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ashes
a choir of a thousand angels one thousand candle flames held high the sound of endless waves crashing become a symphonic lullaby a question asked over and over you are unprepared for the answers I have to give as the earth starts to quake beneath you if one hundred broken mirrors fall a funhouse maze catastrophe scatter…
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Dark Power
Master of reality sweep your broom over all the thoughts that left you at the door far behind under rug swept and blown down the street fodder for nothing great or welcomed You won't stay for long among these hills of miserable fantasy where everything isn't the grand power my memory has of the future Cast your eyes not…
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Unconditionally yours
she stares out the window her steel gray eyes piercing,... yet unfocused all the songs he sang for her all the memories he left her meant nothing now he could never give her what she needed most she waited,. oh how she waited and prayed that he would someday see "why can't he see"? did he ever really love her? the answer…
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untitled #267
He drifts among the crowd. Listening to all kinds of interesting stories. Steps out for a smoke. Long sip of his drink. Starts to think. Moonlight illuminating gentle fog on the lake. What a mess she's made. Sweet songs of nature in the midnight hour. Feeling a gold embrace. An aura surrounds a troubled mind. Thinks he'll…
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for jackie
precious child loving soul free spirit she would not wait for answers she could not be kept here she is heaven's child now given to fly precious angel with shimmering wings her soul is home and her spirit is free
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random highway stories
6 am and headed west. Waking up to the unknown. Close your eyes for a second. And feel totally at home. Love the dance of highway lights. hypnotic yet I still don't sleep. Keeping a list of all the places I've been. Finding escape so rewarding. Drank some sweet nectar at the truck stop. Should keep me going till the next…
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Is
is isn't is for is's sake there's somebody out there it's a choice crazy is is clear now never thought it would be so personal how silly
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her exile and return
The summer came And she ran away. Footsteps washed away in the sand. Flowers on the ground once held in her hand. I kept no images in my head of us together. Emotions changing with the weather. Only once she came back to me. In the midnight hour. Angel at my window. With the rain coming down. She stayed a moment and left…
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Well
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Making sense of events
Here I am still trying to find a positive way to think about what didn't work so it's not a waste of all our effort and all I can figure out is that sometimes Life-Isn't-Fair it just is what it is a package of Time and day-to-day-decisions decisions influenced by the angels and demons of our individual personalities and…
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Theater of Sweat and Lies.
On the streets the sounds of life reel us back to endless nights of ceremonial acts of lust in a theater of lies and sweat under neon lights. Before the final curtain falls screams of lust will ring the call and bring the dreams of sweat and lies into the theater of never ending night under neon lights. Beads of sweat fall…
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Counting Star's
I have in mind something special for you maybe a dream come true and maybe just a little time together to find out what's really inside of me and what's really inside of you. Back yard people looking over the fence just to see what's on the other side. maybe something that they've never seen or maybe some place they've…
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most beautiful girl
alicia keys so beautiful. fine. perfect. smart and funny too. why did you get married to a smart ,rich, good looking guy? why? oh alicia i'm wondering like thunder on the mountain.
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alarm clock
Phone wakes me up at 6 am. Sometimes I wonder when does it end. Horoscope says the pieces are falling into place But I think the last one is off somewhere in space. Don't you know? Know what I need? Keep givin me life but I still Can't breathe. Can't breathe. Lost under the covers You and me. You're my alarm clock. All…
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heart of the dark
Countdown 10 to 1. Say goodbye. Enjoy your drive. Meet you again halfway In those painted plains. Throw a stone make a wish Give me a kiss. Hope this dream's not the end of this. Tank is low but so much farther to go. Take a walk and be awake in the dark. Introductions the hardest part. People of the night have no heart…
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Openness
Fragile centre Like the clam to the shell Open the box Inside like wax Melting, freely, (not too freely) Fragile indentation Please don't be so rude You left your muddy bootprint All over us What once was sealed Must be reopened Some day And the only way Is soft like putty Draw some blinds Find a safe place to hide in Give…
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Some kind of balance
Wouldn't it seem ideal to have a true balance between free time and busy work time? Not too many stuffed days, and just enough open days? A three or four day work week: one day on, one day off! Everyone with some very productive days and everyone with some free days. There'd be energy for thinking about whatever we wanted…
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This has always stuck with me.
i didn't write it, it's from a Anime movie that came out 1987 called Wings of Honneamise. Can anyone hear me? I'm the first man in space. If you look up, well, maybe you'll see it. Or at least please listen. We've left the oceans and climbed above the mountains. I'm flying. We've found the untouched realm of God. You have…
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A time of jasmine.
And the waiting with this day today almost all is still. All but the kindness from this constant puff of air. Breathe in so fresh. Autumn countryside is fire colored scent and dying embers blow in the wind. Jasmine takes me back to a time before.
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The Libyan Man (The pain I take)
THE LIBYAN MAN (The Pain I take) The death of a fellow My swollen temple My Karma must have cast this spell Explain? Plainly? Well, It's beautiful Fruitful Their joy is fistful It's crazy Ugly It's beauty disguised as insanity Plainly
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Yours
Faithfully, you take my hand and put my hat back on I tuck myself into your sleeve and fill your pockets with sand. Is it possible to ride the waves of your breath without losing myself? Or finding myself … drunk on whisky flavoured kisses chased with a beer and a cigarette The hem of my dress unstitched to keep you warm…
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father,
would you have done things different if you knew then that this is how it would be? after all these years …I wish you had and right now I wish we could talk it’s been long 23 years, there’s so much gone I’m starting to forget how you sang those songs and if you were here now I’d ask you what you think of me … just by…
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Soul Mate
She wandered in the darkest shadows of the past Waiting for a guiding light to show her peace once more Her heart and her soul drawing on their last breaths Longing for something to bring life back to them again Who or what will find her and save this decaying mind? Is it too late? Will she simply die in life’s cold,…
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A Year, 12 Months, 365 Days, 8,760 hours 525,600 minutes…
A year passes so quickly in a human’s life You can gain, or indeed, you can lose a wife A husband a boyfriend or simply, a lover … Either way it’s a loss that we’ll never recover You can fly and leave your home for pastures new Or smile happily in the comforts you always knew Find a song in the world that makes your heart…
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The Face That Told Everything ...
Each one of the lines on your face they all tell a long story Each tone of your eye in the shades that are so tightly closed I see lovers and friends that all came and then went and left you With the scars and bruises that survive in each wrinkle and fold Pretty woman you look so tired Pretty woman so cloaked in pain…