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 The self breaks through A joy harvest Growth flows At a standstill is defence Stands the warrior He enters the joy movement The self breaks... [read more] |
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Those tattoos are walking the streets now Without attachment Free from arm and pantyline Proclaiming colorful obscene and transcendent Messa... [read more] |
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Neon social butterflydancing crystalalive Sonic ballroom shudderdark silentcats Roundways prowl earth ladder Smile in lone longing pain Nail... [read more] |
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Sit softly in this chair this rain is about to begin Your eyes shadowed and lean a soft mist clean welcomed falls In the hard light framing... [read more] |
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driving around block returning secret ambush point she desires to catch him surprise him throw [read more] |
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As it falls the sky asks the earth If this cascade of fine rebirth The fire of ideas that catch a man's eye Hastens the flow of time's rude... [read more] |
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In a place so farm from here We only hear its name Whispered on an odd sultry wind now and then Lives a people that fell From the sky and ca... [read more] |
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Under your eyelids beyond the dreaming Where the smallest of charms Spills thunder across years of life The turmoil finds fire to chorus The... [read more] |
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These vile words run rivers around understanding of flash red fear Catapult vice of desperation to smashes Drown our fears with clarity a to... [read more] |
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Theatre is silent and boarded up By still planks of sorrow lonely unseated crowd Loitering misdirected remembers bullets Striking these hall... [read more] |
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the obvious crowd traitors all sought by the cameras and recording men chanting no more war loving one another with tears and early morning... [read more] |
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Nothing to say on the beach Grace of angels All of America hs been writing her dialogue for her Nurturing that public forgiveness Pale crim... [read more] |
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Newest of bright faeries Shines his lantern Breathes life into polished silver futures Flexes new muscled wings Sharpens his pen [read more] |
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Light rain Between here and there A tree Speckled yellow by a sleepless sunrise sun Dropping a mist To shine droopy lids And sparkle breeze... [read more] |
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Terrorism is art Art is wage freedom Grenades in our Christmas gloves Assassination for my true love Kerosene perfume rages in Primetime sin... [read more] |