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Frustration of life.

Pacomc79Pacomc79 Posts: 9,404
edited February 2004 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
Is it my Inability to explain the inexplicable?

I could speak for you in my conversations.

Like Daltry I am the Seeker

Knowing exactly what I am searching for yet not fully understanding that for which I am searching.

Am I lost or just blinded or do I see so well I look past it?

I don't know.

But I am here and I am listening, watching, waiting.


The sun rises and the sun sets, and so goes another day.
My Girlfriend said to me..."How many guitars do you need?" and I replied...."How many pairs of shoes do you need?" She got really quiet.
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  • even flow?even flow? Posts: 8,066
    Paco? A new side? A new place?
    You've changed your place in this world!
  • Pacomc79Pacomc79 Posts: 9,404
    something like that.
    My Girlfriend said to me..."How many guitars do you need?" and I replied...."How many pairs of shoes do you need?" She got really quiet.
  • puremagicpuremagic Posts: 1,907
    wow, nice.
    SIN EATERS--We take the moral excrement we find in this equation and we bury it down deep inside of us so that the rest of our case can stay pure. That is the job. We are morally indefensible and absolutely necessary.
  • Being EnlightenedBeing Enlightened Posts: 5,746
    ...He's been serching low and high-IIIII!

    :) Keep on, seeking on!

    And while you're at it, come by & drop off a few more thoughts and feelings, I know I'll be listening, watching, waiting. :)
    Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
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