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A long resistance to perfect harmony can commonly be blamed on triad methodologies gone awry, or balanced on privy tunes blended into congenial recognition. Civilians used to sing on a whim as they walked, but
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Green dancing horse thunder engine power –
leave me at home on the range
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collaboration with Moqui Takoda we make love
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Everything sounds better on the other side of the wall –
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Oh, sure - David was a man after God's own heart, but was he also a man after god's own body?
by Balldinger
17 lines, 5 comments,
on Mar 13 6:20 PM 2007
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Death befalls her some sand-storm night. The ravaging explosions in her country come
by Balldinger
25 lines, 11 comments,
on Mar 12 1:46 PM 2007
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Everyone falls apart in the end. Broken and whole -
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Racing through a forest of metaphors the moon came to meet us
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stroking pinecone virgins in tide pools filled with vodka dogs
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Chrome pens bend plaid glass plates down cylinder chins.
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A strain of blood red roses shakes this valentine mind –
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Somebody has rocked the city lights with stones and allowed the insurrectionists to move in. Coffee doesn't always come in a cup you know.
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What a day of scale magic prone tones does for a rapturous heart...
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the stars burn with her ignition –
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wide open....unable to swing....
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Chortle, snort and wheeze...
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Mercy, mercy - look who's here?!
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Catskill severance over shimmering walls
torn down without consideration.
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For every flame that takes to light
Each lingering wrong I try to make right.
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Here comes the son of a man to the tomb
\“If dying is sorrow then come to my room.”\
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I dream the light has smoldered all its logic –
blazing rages trim dim-lit vineyards high
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We beg to be ascending high –
Into the Big Sky
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Smearing the seam on a silvering screen –
Are they tearing a hole in my soul?
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Insist on that which will not grow
To feign such coarse emotion.
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Waste not, want not - how they gonna shiver rot
without the slightest tug? -
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And the more you receive it,
the better you believe it is to give.
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