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Mandred "Julien" Moore III

March 16, 1977 — December 18, 2008

 

He lives through his poetry

 

 

 

Nature is a temple in which living columns sometimes emit confused words. Man approaches it through forests of symbols, which observe him with familiar glances.

 

  ~Charles Baudelaire

 

 

 

 

 

 

  • Last seen on Nov 11 1:27 PM. Member since September 26, 2008.
  • I'm a obsidian idea poet for 579 comments.
  • When I'm not writing, I'm a chainsmoking thought criminal.
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  • vaseline on July 17

    you are remembered
  • Kari on July 15
    I will miss you.
  • reage : vale sparrow on July 14



    these nights, the moon demands an answer
    and if I am holy I howl into the void

    for all parched angels who insist on stars
    from shattered blood and gutter glass outside bars

    where dreams are real for a price, for a while
    and music taunts a fool's fandango

    where the grim grappling for hope may meet
    a breast, a buttock, a sweet fleet recall

    of all the fleshy pleasures; where plunged
    and plugged into them, mounting revelation

    you are shown somehow you are already there
    here, everywhere and always have been

    maid, mother, crone, knave, knight, king
    this is the world; sing back at the moon

  • just mercedes : stolen from ea's page on October 25, 2008

    VIVA FUI IN SILVIS
    SUM DURA OCCISA
    SECURI DUM VIXI TACUI
    MORTUA DULCE CANO

    I was alive in the forest
    I was cut by the cruel axe
    In life I was silent
    In death I sweetly sing

    ~ an inscription on the face
    frets of an Elizabethan lute

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