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 Posted: Tue Mar 17, 2009 2:36 pm
Oh ya, super creative titling! ninja Post any poetics you like! mrgreen I'll start with this one. Quote: When they walked the world
Chi, enjoy the mess to clean it.
Khufu shamrocks,
dreaming the valley temple.
Uncluttering why. Lucifer fell.
Their slipstream echoes.
Choice voiceovers vibrating.
Pyramids bridge.
Their wars never end.
All this unpopular sorrying.
Might never makes must.
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Posted: Tue Mar 17, 2009 2:58 pm
Seeing. Believing
The eyes are
Decieving
choice and your voice
chance and a coin
what looks good
what is good
what feels wrong
what. remains as is.
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Posted: Tue Mar 17, 2009 3:17 pm
Quote: You'll be persecuted, until you change your mind. Retouch those memories. There is no escaping judges. Tragic. Begin being at home. Stay at home, out in the world. Heartstrokes.
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Posted: Tue Mar 17, 2009 4:48 pm
As a beauty I am not a star
there are others more lovely by far
but my face, I don't mind it
for I am behind it
its the people in front who get the jar
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Posted: Tue Mar 17, 2009 5:00 pm
The simple joys of the everyday
Knowing the sun's up when you're awake
Seeing a rock fall short when aiming at the sky
Feeling a heart skip a beat when nothing's real
continuing while knowing somehow
that nothing awaits you
deciding to pay when you know it's free
the simple, yet not so simple..
a simple reality that drowns a dream
a simple whisper prevailing in the noise
the throne of fire we all sit in
goating us to try things on for size
that we know we'll never possess
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Posted: Tue Mar 17, 2009 7:48 pm
Gather round me Seraphim, and whisper only what I want to hear.
No fathom lost has handsome men,
Listening for those yet distant but drawning near.
We've stumbled upon cosmic sanity, framed by pantomime fantasy.
Where you and I ever so simmiliar? Attracted to the grand promise of life?
Seems pointless now, as we've taken Despair as our wife.
When did the cyphers outpace our good intentions?
Wasn't verbosity our great invention?
Trite concerns now our soul retention.
Blood eviscerated from fair breast,
while copycats dance, their anima devine.
They have squandered water at the rest. Cowardly pretenders lost in time.
Not even chaff remains, for my lovers left me for earthly riches.
Pale maiden's arms encircled beckoning, accompanied by the songs of witches.
Left to counter sordid reckoning, recalled upon a bygone November.
Forget me now the passing mistakes I'll never remember.
Yet still I defy, set cruel words in stone.
For my sweetest sins I shall atone.
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Malevolent Conversationalist
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Posted: Tue Mar 17, 2009 8:57 pm
now there's a world of words, Kira
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Posted: Tue Mar 17, 2009 10:14 pm
yay, folks like the thread biggrin Good show guys, I like all these. heart Uhm, Quote: One question so, in those days of pre-civilized before plastic...before landfill before waste beyond waste when use and abuse were contrasting when people gave what they took when balance->when understanding-> when survival->when society was real how is that uncivilized?
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Posted: Tue Mar 17, 2009 10:22 pm
Drive up
Into the skies
Dive into
The moon
Let your dreams
Come true
Drive in the
City for
No one
So obscure
And the
Night is pretty
Fly to your
Dreams in this
Lonely night
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Posted: Wed Mar 18, 2009 12:58 am
There is more beyond what these eyes can see;
A longing, a yearning, a calling.
A touch that cannot be felt with the flesh, but the heart.
Senses fail the mind that inquires.
The question is the answer.
Who shall knock upon the door?
What waits beyond the living,
When even the stars fall from the sky?
In the end, can Heaven be reached,
Or is beauty a lie in the eyes of the beholder?
Tread carefully through the silent waters.
Shadows can hold more than what is sought.
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Posted: Wed Mar 18, 2009 8:39 am
Quote: Dedication, Always to a kindness. Warm and generous and bright. Neoteric, this tribute. An honest voice, Resounding and true. Remembering tact and decency, Original. Well fancied, and I just thought I'd say so.
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Posted: Thu Mar 19, 2009 10:00 pm
That was really nice, y'know.
I keep reading that poem every time I come in here, Outlaw. -^_^-
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Posted: Thu Mar 19, 2009 10:19 pm
biggrin
I try to repay kindnesses in kind.
I'm glad you like it.
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Posted: Thu Mar 19, 2009 10:22 pm
A man after my own heart, that is my favorite of yours posted so far Evolution simple, but sweet.
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Malevolent Conversationalist
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Posted: Thu Mar 19, 2009 10:25 pm
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