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I am only an insect
Involved with an insanity named art!
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Men fall down the well everyday,
because they are busy finding faults in other men.
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you almost died at 15 on a RR crossing.
I almost died at 18 in a missile silo.
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I love women from flesh
to god!
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a basic sanity,
flows from her life.
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Love, compassion and imagination can transform knowledge into understanding and peace.
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You reserve spaces, which remain empty.
Do you want us to steal your title?
by stoneage
8 lines, 2 comments,
on Sep 6 6:50 PM 2008
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children ill-equipped to comprehend
the complexity of nature.
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Science and spirituality,
Twist ladders into air currents.
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These who dwell here may recognize Rembrandt
or a shit painting, composed by a monkey
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These who dwell here may recognize Rembrandt
or a shit painting, composed by a monkey
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Which of my strengths will you challenge
in your youth?
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Which of my strengths will you challenge
in your youth?
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The end of twilight wakes the moon,
which quickly dissolves my star...
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I’m looking for an impossible place called,
Infinity and it’s right next door to insignificance!
by stoneage
13 lines, 7 comments,
on Aug 19 9:40 PM 2008
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your like a tree frog on the wing of a Boeing 737 at lift off. You hang on best you can
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I woke up my with my nose in a vulture’s face,
they’d left me for dead...
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The end is only a blanket of frost...
a winter sun.
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Our love curls through forests
and cool dawn marshes
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People are but the risks taken
by nature;
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Technology and science didn’t destroy paradise
but greed invented money,
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I came in left handed and backwards
My landing was:
by stoneage
17 lines, 4 comments,
on Jul 28 9:13 PM 2008
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I want to growl like a tiger
and salivate like a pack of wolves.
by stoneage
22 lines, 2 comments,
on Jul 27 10:08 PM 2008. In Pain
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but the Earth is a lucky rock,
the rock did learn to roll,
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I spend so much time picking up shells
at the whim of her tide,
by stoneage
12 lines, 2 comments,
on Jul 21 9:06 PM 2008. In Love
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My brush learned to be less of a brute
and I painted her.
by stoneage
17 lines, 3 comments,
on Jul 20 9:42 PM 2008
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My feet face the drop
hands on my thighs...
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infinite all dimensional
and I fill it with trash?
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High walls with golden swinging gates / light reflects and emits from within / even when darkness surrounds / The elegant paved road leads / through the gleaming gates / The gates open and the fortunate / who
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I enter the prairie conquered a century ago / by oaks that set roots in the banks of salt creek / In these shadows, the time resistant carc
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The specter looms, overarching / a Hieronymus Bosch hell / an oily corpse, leering down / on his kingdom of suffering / He is flanked by two / cherubic gargoyles / forming a ghastly trinity / His bl
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