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                    tremors                
                
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                    gone midnight
echoes
my light bulb just flickered out
weird
to light the room with a haloed glow
something's stirring somewhere
you can feel it
If space existed beyond these four walls
I would drop in a pebble
and watch it tumble into the distance
                echoes
my light bulb just flickered out
weird
to light the room with a haloed glow
something's stirring somewhere
you can feel it
If space existed beyond these four walls
I would drop in a pebble
and watch it tumble into the distance
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            today
 the drummest of dol days
 I reflect that I have been visited by fifty dreams from all time
 vivid as snow falling at night and people who move like friends in a dark, dark dream
 'tis that which must have brought us right here
 to and from ourselves
 or at least
 this is what
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            sorrow rises like spikes
 coming up from several places
 spikes lift from my shoulders
 and from my chest
 sorrow comes up in front before me
 the lifting makes me
 It takes me heavy0
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            still believing in love
 still believing in a sacred space
 to keep safe from the lashing
 constant lashing
 still believing in her
 what a fool I am
 the difference between her and me
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            moving like a place I don't know
 clearly, blurry paints its way
 a florest growing right past up to
 the road I thought had gone0
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            you folks are awesomefor poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7
 "Hear me, my chiefs!
 I am tired; my heart is
 sick and sad. From where
 the sun stands I will fight
 no more forever."
 Chief Joseph - Nez Perce0
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            electric friends feel something they don't
 terribly uncertain of which way to go
 'to whom do I speak?'
 matters not
 in the grand scheme of things
 things in the grand scheme of things
 often get lost
 melting like ice cubes into the ocean of something
 us, seeking something, often one thin thread is enough
 just the faintest glimmer of humanity
 to recognise another
 stranger heart beating
 my light is back on
 I hear two clocks ticking
 it's restful
 it's always restful before midnight
 after that things get decidedly worseCancel my subscription to the Ressurection
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            decidedly worse0
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 tremors, you are winning and have wontremors wrote:electric friends feel something they don't
 terribly uncertain of which way to go
 'to whom do I speak?'
 matters not
 in the grand scheme of things
 things in the grand scheme of things
 often get lost
 melting like ice cubes into the ocean of something
 us, seeking something, often one thin thread is enough
 just the faintest glimmer of humanity
 to recognise another
 stranger heart beating
 my light is back on
 I hear two clocks ticking
 it's restful
 it's always restful before midnight
 after that things get decidedly worsefor poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7
 "Hear me, my chiefs!
 I am tired; my heart is
 sick and sad. From where
 the sun stands I will fight
 no more forever."
 Chief Joseph - Nez Perce0
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            ocean of something0
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            Rollings wrote:
 I'm hamming it up for the benefit of the Americans - it's the only way for me to stay sane around here - to become increasingly British!
 Maybe Chadwick will join us for a cup of teaCancel my subscription to the Ressurection
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            or a spot of tea even0
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            Note to self: I need to buy an old Nick Drake LP as soon as humanly possibleCancel my subscription to the Ressurection
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            Ok...now I've seen lots of "instant messages" on the forum intended for who the hell knows but the person writing them....but this is the first time I've ever seen a "note to self".
 (pretends shuffle through some pretend nothing or nothings)...um, ...
 ...Chadwick is correct, Tremors...
 You have won0
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            Naw - I was seeing this as a thread for collaborative musings. Nothing to win here. Hopefully Rollings we may continue some time, or maybe I should start a thread for 'Wistful poetry written past midnight' Cancel my subscription to the Ressurection Cancel my subscription to the Ressurection
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            my view holds
 empty-handed, lay-down streams
 what's now in mirrors is
 glass once in windows
 viewing sand though its space
 what you gave to me
 a view of everything
 I see
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