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Past the rustling of the shy and naked Eve Into the nests of branches, where the beautiful fruits managed to leave
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You were lamenting the loss of your teeth
Like Nature was some sort of very sneeky thief
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Suzanne like, she came to your place near the river
Mask in hand, you could never love her or even forgive her
by Georges
32 lines, 2 comments,
on Apr 2 5:53 PM 2008
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Past the sizziling Radon of the Gorgon's fossilised stare
Reflected in the glassy, stupified eyes of the winged mare
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Down and downtrodden in the damp dirt
Trying to cover and disguise the effect of the hurt
by Georges
25 lines, 1 comment,
on Oct 21 6:00 PM 2007
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Down by the raven and glistening, black hair
Past the wolves in all the traps of the lair
by Georges
34 lines, 4 comments,
on Oct 17 5:16 PM 2007
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Watch the cracks, as they, undermine the beaver's dam
Get a glimpse of the divine, secret masterplan
by Georges
26 lines, 4 comments,
on Sep 4 3:38 PM 2007
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Whistle, as you make fun of the horned goat
Pull up the collar of your famous, blue raincoat
by Georges
20 lines, 3 comments,
on Aug 10 6:33 PM 2007
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Hurry and the haste.... / The licking of saliva and the gum of the paste / DNA signposts to the open and festered sores / Sweating, and the
by Georges
22 lines, 1 comment,
on Jul 9 7:05 PM 2007
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Birthplace.... / Somewhere, very deep in the spirals of known space / That places the combination of flesh on our predetermined face / Whic
by Georges
25 lines,
on Jun 27 6:28 PM 2007
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Starfish / Five fingers on the ground / Golden weave without sound / Secret's you have been told and not found / Trace the outline of the p
by Georges
27 lines, 2 comments,
on Jun 20 6:56 PM 2007
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Very sharp, slivers of the crucified and venerated and venneered wood / Past the stalking, stake of the vampire and the feeling you were never actually good / Through the very, migrane headaches of your glooming and hatre
by Georges
25 lines, 1 comment,
on Jun 7 6:24 PM 2007
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Rings of ethnic blue and the power of the face / The ultimate procreator of all the human race / Gases swirl and mystify the emotions of th
by Georges
35 lines, 20 comments,
on May 28 4:45 PM 2007
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Just when you think that you have squinted at the divine light Through astral planes and the pineal gland, to view the parallax second sig
by Georges
27 lines, 4 comments,
on Apr 10 3:24 PM 2007
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She stands there silent as the marbled stone
Listening to the screams of the drowned sailors
by Georges
25 lines, 8 comments,
on Mar 29 3:53 PM 2007
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Walled up in a cave for many a year Inside the darkness that overcame the shadows of fear
by Georges
25 lines, 2 comments,
on Mar 16 5:43 PM 2007
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Past the red mark on the neck of the cracked rope
The pungent and acrid aroma of the modified dope
by Georges
19 lines, 7 comments,
on Feb 27 5:05 PM 2007
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Today is the last time you will sip on your cup of sorrow
For there will be nothing soon and certainly no tomorrow
by Georges
14 lines, 15 comments,
on Feb 13 3:24 PM 2007
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Past the cabbaged black forest with the murdered girls screams Through the pineal gland to the favorite lobe of our dreams
by Georges
21 lines, 2 comments,
on Feb 8 2:56 PM 2007
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Hanging by the neck on a very taught rope Watching animal apparitions appear in the acrid smoke of dope
by Georges
26 lines, 7 comments,
on Feb 6 4:06 PM 2007
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Vibrate through the mausoleum mound
Infinity without any cycle or divinity sound
by Georges
27 lines, 19 comments,
on Jan 30 5:12 PM 2007
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Follow the holy river under the ground with no sound Search for the Holy Relics or the wisdom that is so profound
by Georges
31 lines, 5 comments,
on Jan 25 4:10 PM 2007
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Poetry in an expanded consciousness Words that were twice read and blest
by Georges
31 lines, 4 comments,
on Jan 16 4:16 PM 2007
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Intertwined... Of blood and the genetic softness of hair
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Down to the lines that follow the metaphysical work of the divine
Catch the co-ordinates that make up the mesh and division of time
by Georges
22 lines, 21 comments,
on Dec 5 3:57 PM 2006
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Reflected thoughts by the butterfly moonlight
In the fashion of cattlewagon slowmotion trails in the night
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We have trampled on the images on the white linen cloth Whilst the killers slit the throats of the giant moth
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When we are dead, we are gone and age crumbled into dust
Created by the sparking of the fusion and the friction of the human lust
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Past the mosaics that make up the pattern and the content of the square Amongst the nursery rhymes and the thunderous angel carousel of th
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Go past the pendulum of this dark read The murder and the actual planning of the dirty deed
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Serrate the echoed screams on the troubled and distorted bridge of architectural sighs
Time traveling through the concept and the baseness
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Look at the shape of the black and white magikal chessboard
Try and discover underneath which square the Holy treasure is stored
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The sum of all the microwaved echos are the interfered ripples
Like the beautiful earthen virgin with volcanic red and moving nipples
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Keep moving down and fine
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Listen to the resonance of the bells and the chimes
Hear the tick tock of the regular passage of time
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