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 Posted: Thu Feb 08, 2007 7:42 am
Counterpoint
Not in order, just in dreams,
Look in secret in the seams.
Look in silence, look inside
Find the sense where songs reside.
Not in classrooms - look not there.
Sometimes, seemingly, nowhere.
Hidden in both word and deed,
Truth a harsh and painful steed.
Fades away when fingers grab;
Strings of logic hard to nab.
Images are all that stand
On elastic, fragile land.
Webs of thoughts react and change -
Endless shifting through the range,
One adjustment leads to more
Drifting, slashing, through the core.
Dancer's body, will entwined,
Mind and body here combined,
Dance the anguish, dance the joy,
Memories both knife and toy.
Reach to poems, find the trail.
Look beneath the surface frail.
Love of shadows, love of steel -
Here I stand and here I kneel.
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Posted: Thu Feb 08, 2007 1:12 pm
I think he's obsessed with me. I am amused.
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Posted: Thu Feb 08, 2007 1:33 pm
Cold.
Cold.
Full day.
Water-main break.
Teacher inservice.
Four day week.
I don't know.
Winter.-Break.
More.
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Posted: Fri Feb 09, 2007 4:08 am
It itches but, since I can't scratch it, can I scratch around it?
It's heavy but, since I can't drop it, can I at least move it?
It empties me.
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Posted: Fri Feb 09, 2007 7:35 am
Five minutes to stage time. Put on the smile. Pretend to be alive.
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Posted: Tue Feb 13, 2007 8:46 pm
SoundDoctrine Cold. Cold. Full day. Water-main break. Teacher inservice. Four day week. I don't know. Winter.-Break. More. Snow snow snow Leave, snow. Road, snow. Home, snow. Window, snow. Window, snow. Window, snow. Snow snow snow. Snow, night. Joy, bliss, contentment. Time, love. School, end joy.
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Posted: Fri Feb 16, 2007 11:41 am
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Posted: Fri Feb 16, 2007 11:55 am
the transformation to become your own savior.
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Posted: Sat Feb 17, 2007 4:15 pm
Waste. Whether you like what you need to do or not. Laze and waste. ~
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Posted: Thu Feb 22, 2007 8:38 pm
Nights like this I miss having WINDOWS in my room! Wing blowing! Trees dancing! Cool air, but not too cold!
Soon! Soon I will move, go to school and get a bedroom with a door and windows!!! heart
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Posted: Mon Feb 26, 2007 7:49 pm
I win the meta-game by making you lose the game.
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Posted: Tue Feb 27, 2007 7:47 pm
In your dreams I'm the villain?
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Posted: Wed Feb 28, 2007 10:44 am
For the sake of this world, and all who dwell here, I shall play the villian for just a little longer...
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Posted: Wed Feb 28, 2007 6:02 pm
In Soviet Russia, the Buddha kills you!
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Posted: Wed Feb 28, 2007 9:24 pm
I'm in this mood because of scorn.
I'm in a mood for total war.
To the darkened skies once more and ever onward.
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