Poetry
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2005-7-25 How many?You voices... How many are there? Where are the others? Limitless. You are us. We're fortune tellers. Where all gypsies are. |
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2005-7-25 Where am I?Oh where am I? This life of mine, was once divine. It seems I've forgotten my name. There's not a trace in my veins. Blue that was brilliant as she, and now it has left behind me. Minds that shine, not one like thine. The warmth I knew was always you. It seems I've forgotten my name. There's not a trace in my veins. Clouds have forgotten to be, what now I've forgotten to see. Wish I was. I wish I was. That I could now, redeem my vow. It seems I've forgotten my name. There's not a trace in my veins. Words that you've always heard free: Soer ol holour ol Molly Words you've heard only from me: Soer ol holour ol Molly |
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2005-6-17 There is a splice in meJust to the left Just under my breast Neither burn nor sting is its function Not to heal Not to mend This hole is to attach A cord of intangibility A web of uplinks I'm plugged in Or they're plugged in Or people are insane This is my secret I know I know That is the revelation All mysticism All truth I must be numb She agrees She makes sarcasm real I was never what I said Implied is my cord Implied by the obvious characters Legend is my life Am I their story Am I their soul or am I hers? |
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2005-5-19 We were all meant to go eventuallyFirst the lustful then the trustful and finally the rest who wait to settle To be broken, is this boredom? am I spite? do I sting? will I bite? what will this bring? Is this sword Voice's Bane? these lips trust's pain? Broken is the sun, chaos and combustion You are the rain. I am the path the "other" path. skin me, drain me... I am me. You are the rain. Worlds collide for you your life I must intoxicate this room's air "close the window it's cold." and yet the cold is you... beautiful cold honorable rain This window must open air must be cleared rain... must carry me away You are the rain. talk to me |
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2005-4-5 When mystery's cloak unfoldsbefore your wayward tries, the world that was untold becomes at least a feast for eyes. And when this story's told and done the world will be as one, for naught but truth can be undone from the wandering of our lies. Yet still, searching for those shadows, are you, things you wish to be? But when, my friend, were they lit anew, they you sought to see? The world is widows, my friend, women who once could be, but now they're quiet, dark to you and me. A gentleman, a poet, a knight you may be, but these, thy brethren, have betrayed the love you see. And to this end the world must fall, on tattered arms and wounds from all. You shall only be who you will be, and nothing more than the winds would call. Unless you break the bonds the world has sown, and be the man who leaves pain overthrown. One can be perfect if one only tries, for perfection is but what eternity hides. |
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2005-4-3 and sounds this voice into the nightto hearts that hear, through hearts that fight to this love of mine who cries in pain hear this voice, let hope remain I love you Molly, to pray for thee I'd hold you there, I'd set you free ease your petals, and your stem this note is ours, please hear me sing |
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2005-4-3 the world twists a turnand there it burns where least expected where most rejected the sun shoots a flare and there it splays careful, cauterized careless, hemorrhaged the love shares a kiss and there it soothes where most cardinal where least rejected |
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2005-3-12 Flare out across lonely worldsOh ye fibers of Red Sea Take with you what you will and keep all that you are Span the sands of twilight air Oh ye fibers of sought needs Take with you what you will and keep all that will be Thrash the grounds of former hands Oh ye fibers of longings Take with you what you will and keep what is beauty Watch droplets spread above you Oh ye aura of fibers Keep with you what you will and don't keep me too far Share those drifting satin threads Oh ye fair, unravelled soul Keep with you what is yours and keep me there to mend |
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2005-3-4 spinning wildlya wayfaring web a wandering sojourner land to sea ocean to shore the reality is water and dirt the glory is organization a wonderment of tears a silence of touch a touch of compassion the quiet of sensation together see the world see dirt and water art and life the minds of acquaintanceship we are not alone except in love |
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2005-2-25 01 10 11 100 1001 1011 1100 1101 1110 111I I choose. |
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