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I feel like an Eyeball with an eyelash in it.
      And if you must know they call me blαckƒish.
I am: the uncatchable.

(Falun had dripped temples     so epiphanied, did she hold witness to the bursts
of Nirvana, resounding of fire and passion, while she stood before Himalayas

and said: I haven't reached it yet,     when am I home?)


           
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  • michael thomas
    on Jul 28 10:21 PM
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    You are always surrounded by jonquils
    buttery in liquid restiveness
    slender as sealant gold

    Poem To Adrieline Provana or adsaige

    In the haystacks intending
    as a coxcomb spun
    iridescence you
    bestirred to
    sentencing
    crickets
    winking
    screech

    Delicate over December's glide
    burst of snow flake
    sequenced by
    whirls of
    white

    I campaign
    caravans
    raucous
    window
    of eye
    lit to
    you

     

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    adamwest3194
    on Jan 13 2011 11:53 AM
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    hey nice poems culd u chek out some of mine please?
  • nyx.
    on Apr 18 2010 01:16 AM
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    i hope you can. that would give me hope that i'll come out of this ridiculous writers block too.

    thank you though.
  • restack
    on Apr 03 2010 09:19 PM
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    holy crap, it's been forever since you've posted something!
  • Pamela A Lamppa
    on Dec 29 2009 03:38 AM
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