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I am dying tomorrow So I can live today.
by Justin3
72 lines, 2 comments,
on Jul 30 4:34 PM. In Other
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God is praying with me In the mountain beneath the moon.
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Is this time a real time?
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I kiss you with anothers lips, Feeling your spittle on my lips
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Free, looking up, In the morning
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The hour drummed three. The morning is weeping
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I've found my pen In the eagle's beak.
by Justin3
70 lines, 1 comment,
on Jul 10 10:36 AM. In Other
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I write like a child; Not knowing I am writing.
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Remembering love Is knowing love.
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Believing I am in Valencia Makes me Valencia.
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I am afraid to wake up Because I am afraid to sleep.
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Nature bleeds in her, She makes her body
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Walking into the square of columns and waves, I find my body outsude me, a body mummified in yesterday. Bugibba O spirit of summer, to walk you is to walk backwards and meet what the sun had made me.
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A wife lost in the myriad of Pyramids scattered in her garden, waits for her husband to come home from his latest journey. He had travelled to the Black Forest, looking for the fruits of the nymphs to bring back to their gard
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The Princess without a kingdom travelled everyday from Birzebbugia to Mellieha, carrying a sack full of questions. In valleys of olives gleaming, in love with ivory towers, and in hills veiled by Faun's mystery, she would ask
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Sleep in me, my eyes are windows that see into seeing. I am the veins that run through me; beating like music from time lived in un-living. Martyrs of martydom dance right beside my heart, screams hushed by my dreams of drums
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Sleep in the wind, like a song, And take me to pastures without days.
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Beneath the stars Hovering in the black sky
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Waves foaming at the borders of Africa Where I left my hand in the creators jaws.
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Where do I think I am? I ask the pleasure beneath
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Here I live: in the stone that matures into sunset. The grass at the end of the coastline recedes in and out as the wind of my relaxation blows with the kindness of a yes.
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The sun was setting on the tip of our tongues Setting alight words we spoke with the darkness
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Nothing is ever wrong Everything merely is.
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My body is a Catholic steeple: I see it everywhere. Since childhood, they never changed.
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The history of man Lives in the moment
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Tomorrow My body will wear
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The velvet sunrise that breaks Over the eyes that reflect
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The blood of reality Flows through my eyes,
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In the fever of the woman's smile Death forget itself in the shade
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The words that write themselves - Through me - are an alchemy
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The childhood I left behind In the streets caged in heat
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Between what I am And what I want to see
by Justin3
26 lines, 1 comment,
on Jun 13 10:38 AM. In Other
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"I have learned what no one Has wanted to learn."
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The bay was tranquil and desolate, the waves struck a chord against the quiet night. On its rugged rocks we lie, a grand canyon beneath our hands, with hidden thistles in its abyss. Love and lust are the flora and fauna of th
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A pony like a seagull carries me through the barren steppe. Loneliness of a conqueror; Nature favours those who keep her secret. The wind is cold, an earthquake in the heart that shakes the foundation of the skin. Yet the sun
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