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Late there hangs
Solemn pages, leaves
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I did climb
This tower steep
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They bid me not hold / True to these thoughts / Mere fancy, a loss / Of reason and hope / Yet I disobeyed / With steadfast resolve / Reached for golden lid / So here lay ambitions / Escaped with aban
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There stands the portal / Twixt here and somewhere / 'tween known and unknown / Faced by each in their own / Unique vanguards for life's mysteries. / Yet constants there seem / The feeling of loss / A waywa
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And the only sorrow / Is the unwelcome end / To sweaty faces smeared fatigue / That finds the cool splash / Of still pool water / Like cold ignorance of / Those days both hazy and unending
by brentsrich
6 lines, 7 comments,
on Jun 17 11:24 PM 2007
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If your ideas truly hold water / You said / Others might drink of them / / If only water were the only thing / So dense / If only truth wasn't so / Fluid / If only time were less / Persistent / / This
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Misshapen mass, a blink of memory
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Your surgery went well / What with the coughing an all / But I found a tissue to wipe / And some lozenges to boot / Then into the meat / A
by brentsrich
20 lines, 5 comments,
on Apr 26 12:02 AM 2007
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Ashen hair speckled memory Of half truths and misdemeanors
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Captured is the beat Breath of conversation
by brentsrich
26 lines, 6 comments,
on Mar 15 11:30 PM 2007
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There lie many paths for well or ill This one to follow awaits me still
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Timeless This eye does gaze
by brentsrich
14 lines, 2 comments,
on Mar 2 11:11 AM 2007
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There’s a place I’ve been Wandered to
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We'd entered the open country Wrought shelter from the living stone
by brentsrich
22 lines, 7 comments,
on Feb 14 2:46 PM 2007
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Dark are my thoughts of late Where no balance is struck
by brentsrich
10 lines, 2 comments,
on Feb 13 12:49 PM 2007
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Another year without your Footsteps, imprints
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First screening of "Birth of a Nation" on February 8, 1915.
by brentsrich
14 lines, 3 comments,
on Feb 7 11:48 PM 2007
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Whence came these seeds, this juicy pulp Of which I know no kind
by brentsrich
8 lines, 6 comments,
on Jan 20 12:17 AM 2007
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The snake is always blamed...
by brentsrich
13 lines, 5 comments,
on Jan 7 1:00 AM 2007
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I'd resolve to something But they might apply some sort of cleanser
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To hear of such sweetness From one far away
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Tall they stand these metal cliffs pressed from stone br
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Painted is the desert of my mind
Desolate, barren, beautiful
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There was a moment for you
When spinning seemed to cease
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Your stare, gaping vacancy
Elusive…
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While years now grow
Green cross the path
by brentsrich
9 lines, 3 comments,
on Jun 12 10:59 PM 2005. In Sad
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And grass grows
In paths of abandon
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Yet warm is my remorse, wishful
Thinking I’d had an opportunity
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Gone were the towers
Made of sand and blood
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"Be careful who you watch"
An oldie... a goodie?
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There's a crack
In the sidewalk
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And He’s a
Powerful witness
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