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AmaterasuAmaterasu Posts: 317
It's too much to have relations with ghosts it doesn't hurt
but hurts the most. I live in a world where liars exhale then
choke. I can see the signs the improperness of how not to be
when trying your best. Where obstacles and potholes pave
the way for city and people with nothing to say. Where fear
is irrelevant cause no effect creates light for the light where
the hour swings forward past midnight.
So let it be known that you in your
home can hear the ticking that keeps on licking. And when that
day is up all night hiding from yesterdays fright we shall see
the devil digging up stones kept out of sight. There is no
way to escape no where to run for you see you it is you who
has come undone. I am just the observer taking it all in and
believe you me watch out for your kin. It is over the day had
crawled from a man who lied then showed it to all. It was
wrong then it is wrong now. How dare you let My mother
crawl? No more jokes no more priests just a little something
to ease the weak. I've had it with your surmountable lies
tell it to someone who does not hide. She always
taught love and still does, it is how she can tell the stars
above.
Be good to those knees.
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  • exhaleexhale Posts: 185
    but then mornings are the toughest when you anticipate
    those endless hours ahead,
    and you know the circle will complete
    by the end of the day once again.

    let them swallow mud of their own lies,
    no edge is there to your mind, besides,
    you are a poet
    and the truth is always within your grasp.
    Write. Wind each new thought upon the stream;
    and in its contradiction of response,
    Or seeming stagnance, see that rippled gleam
    That might suggest true movement. If you sense
    a hidden wave in what seems blanket still,
    Write more, wind each desire, and you'll see
    The willows nod and rustle, and you will
    hear the rushing babble of the free
    gush of water, brimming, charged with light
    That is your reader's understanding heart.
  • suedesuede Posts: 247
    Amaterasu, very cool :)
  • AmaterasuAmaterasu Posts: 317
    Suede.

    Exhale have you heard from Seta?
  • exhaleexhale Posts: 185
    No, I haven´t heard from him.
    Should I?
    Write. Wind each new thought upon the stream;
    and in its contradiction of response,
    Or seeming stagnance, see that rippled gleam
    That might suggest true movement. If you sense
    a hidden wave in what seems blanket still,
    Write more, wind each desire, and you'll see
    The willows nod and rustle, and you will
    hear the rushing babble of the free
    gush of water, brimming, charged with light
    That is your reader's understanding heart.
  • AmaterasuAmaterasu Posts: 317
    You use to mingle around his flower
    like a gorgeous butterfly from time
    to time, quietly doting...

    Though I try not to blame myself
    it is my fault his leave of absense.
    So discerning he left us all
    not just me.
    Thanks anyway and may you
    find happiness on the way back.
  • ISNISN Posts: 1,700
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    It's too much to have relations with ghosts it doesn't hurt
    but hurts the most. I live in a world where liars exhale then
    choke. I can see the signs the improperness of how not to be
    when trying your best. Where obstacles and potholes pave
    the way for city and people with nothing to say. Where fear
    is irrelevant cause no effect creates light for the light where
    the hour swings forward past midnight.
    So let it be known that you in your
    home can hear the ticking that keeps on licking. And when that
    day is up all night hiding from yesterdays fright we shall see
    the devil digging up stones kept out of sight. There is no
    way to escape no where to run for you see you it is you who
    has come undone. I am just the observer taking it all in and
    believe you me watch out for your kin. It is over the day had
    crawled from a man who lied then showed it to all. It was
    wrong then it is wrong now. How dare you let My mother
    crawl? No more jokes no more priests just a little something
    to ease the weak. I've had it with your surmountable lies
    tell it to someone who does not hide. She always
    taught love and still does, it is how she can tell the stars
    above.
    Be good to those knees.

    you are it.....you have it.....you need it
    ....they're asking me to prove why I should be allowed to stay with my baby in Australia, because I'm mentally ill......and they think I should leave......
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