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Time is a double-edged sword. It will cut a swathe through boredom or make you trudge threw it's murky bog.
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Ah, the sounds of troumpets carried one the wind.Blown from the horns of worrior angels, carried on the wind swept winged wind brought four
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Ah, the valley is illuminated tonight as a light snow falls
stabding at the top of the world I look down and take in the spectacular view,
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Ah, I feel her warm embrace take hold of me once again. She was taken from my arms for two months times
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he dawns a pair of checkered chef pants and a black chef jacket
slips on an apron and yawns,
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Pritty women sipping coffee and tea,
coy gazes are cast about,
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Stubble grows out from my face,
each hair grainy and corse,
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a vibe consumes my soul like an estuary ,
it twist and turns carving its own path,
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with one drop I lost my head amongst the clouds loud noises emanate, oh how the echo
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Sitting amongst the whisper willows I'm shrouded by mist
It wisps 'round and 'round as a cool breeze flows over the marsh.
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Sitting by myself I'm not alone, these cinder block walls are coming closer,
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The hallow is silent, deathly silent, Plays on one's nerves plucking strings of a harp.
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The board, freshly waxed gleams in the sun's beams,
The board feels light as a feather beneath his feet,
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what did you just whisper? why won't you say?
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I have the comprehension of a four year old, sitting on cold linoleum,
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bliss is overwhelming,
consuming my soul, entwining me in a whirlwind of happiness,
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I walked outside as the sun's rays crept over the mountains
I slipped and slammed the pavement like a wet bag of crap
by jeffstofsky
13 lines, 1 comment,
on Dec 23 10:55 AM 2008
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Grabbing tightly to my sanity,
it has floated back up stream like a salmon in an Alaskan estuary come to spawn
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This boredom is an endless void
it consumes my soul like a ravenous wolf
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Cannibus, ah the flower of dreams crystals glisten while red hairs consume the bud
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Along the blood stained highway Indian's souls stirred,
vultures circle the mangled bodies waiting to dine,
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she stares through my soul with her beat red eyes
she awaits for my slumber,
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frogs croak in the twilight,
the stars are painted on a celestial canvas,
by jeffstofsky
14 lines, 4 comments,
on Jun 29 10:42 PM 2008
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my head is throbbing,
mental break down eminent,
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the smell of fresh cut grass fills the air,
with a smidgen of burnt octane,
by jeffstofsky
16 lines, 1 comment,
on Jun 10 6:38 AM 2008
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on a vast and radiate shore
under a cooled jeweled moon
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looking for something we know not,
wondering,wondering,wondering in helpless night,
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A Shimmering glimpse of life
the light is at the end of the tunnel
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she sleep so soundly,
delicate like a glass vase,
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everything was fine until you spoke of that small problem of mine,
it consumes me by entwining with my soul,
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