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no matter
i know what it feels like to shit on myself i know how it feels i know how it feels to abuse myself i don't quite know how to use fuck apply myself but i know that when things go wrong i could always fuck myself i feel good but no one's tellin me i'm worth nothing and i think man back in 82 i'd be smacked around for the…
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star-colored roxanne fire
oh, you sweet and wretched beast, fisting empty houses' door way like the snake, and truck in my childhood dream the constant falling crashing through hallways, chasing me, screaming
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(Untitled)
I fought today, fist pumped Skied up In and around an unnumbered blow I shallow Looking in Deep Reason It takes a strong mother-fucker In And around another Unnumbered blow
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Undercurrents
I. I am caught in an ocean, a place where land is only a vague concept in a mind that may or may not exist. Nothing shields the force of the sun, drinking the walls of my fluid cocoon. Winds power the waves into rolling hills, built to collapse on the valleys. I am only here in passing, below in the depths driven by…
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My dance tribute
I take pole fitness classes. This is my performance from our showcase, a tribute to Pearl Jam. Get better Eddie! I'm so sorry you had to postpone your solo tour, but I look forward to seeing all of you on my birthday in Amsterdam and your solo this fall in Memphis! This is for you. I am not a stripper, I am a 38 year old…
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I was so in love that day
I was so in love that day out with my camera catching that beauty in digital form my pictures are more than what they look like they remind me of my thoughts that day some of them look more beautiful to me because I was floating up with joy and love the day I took them here today I was printing out some pictures (to switch…
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my version of spoonman-soundgarden.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fZ7rhc5d5gg&feature=share what do you think about??
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Arbor Day
and what about planting some more trees? get some oxygen around here! we need it we want it! we also need some damn shade the sun's so bright down here hot, hot, hot it is but so clear and blue the butterflies drop on the bushes the birds land on the roof! the squirrels use the lanai as a freeway (darn squirrels) and what…
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Your Majesty Squared
While I'm looking I can see your weeping willow is hidden not just transparent from my view The tapestry of the landscape of the canvas of the majesty of dusk and you painted shadows (and who's shadows painted you) At dusk you are seen being the walking shadow that you are It's alright night will return you to being…
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i saw an angel
i saw an angel come down from heaven he did it just for me raven hair with eyes to match surrounded in a fog he said that hate had grown too strong for me to leave it and move on at closer look i could see that angel he was me it was up to me to free
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The Johnny to My June
“The Johnny to My June” Written By: Maribeth Duncan Dedicated To: Gary Duncan January 21, 2012 Forty years have passed since you came into this unforgiving world. Fifteen of those years gone and wasted on this once miserable girl. Brought together by chance, and committed for life, at first, only by the birth of a son. We…
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Some mornings
if we could capture those moments in a clear vial (for safe keeping) we'd have that yellow sparked morning or the fog that drifts, crawling white like 200 hundred years ago if we could stop the cars and leave the flow of traffic to stand in awe instead I'd tilt my head to look from different angles open heart, open head…
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Pastoral
River gurgles Thick water Cold and black Hillside immovable Just as it was Body shivers In need of padding Daylight sinking Getting swallowed up Hillside immovable Watches me trying to make sense of something Colours bleeding Out of that bright orange bus Day glo painted in summer But the icy draining Reduces all human…
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Angel of Death
oh sweet one your eyes of the deepest black how long I've waited, prayed for you and now you've come at this obscene hour to take me home your porcelain features pale beyond belief more beautiful than in my dreams your tiny frame enclosed in those black wings I stare in awe amazed with your dark presence my lust at its…
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Spanish Angel
Once in a while And always in a dream I see her reaching out to me. From across the cantina floor I can hear the sounds of my Spanish Angle Captured in a song she sings to me Captured in dream she dreams for me. And the song of my Spanish Angel Is calling out to me She sings a song of hope And the love she gives A song she…
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Angel vapor trails
It's true, our angels arrive when we least expect 'em or, maybe it's that they're hovering above invisible most of the time only to show up for our eyes now and then oh, I love when they show their faces oooooh, I love when they leave traces at all angel bowl, treasure soul don't ever leave float with me and linger a day…
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Angel
can't say there's no passion I'm humbled with poison as it all rolls from my hands my blood ain't in turmoil and my feelings grow lame weeping in silence my emotions refrained There goes my angel and as far as I can see she sees horizons from heights never reached never with me
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Large angel.
Large angel. Just out of reach floating on the sky’s abrupt edge stands a giant angel transforming wind and rain into wings. Looking over the vastness of her new homeland clouds gather at her feet forming spiral staircases and banisters going down. Sacred light-beams flare in song ricocheting off brass horns moving through…