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Dedicated to all full moon flyer's!
by Kazytc
44 lines, 2 comments,
on Aug 31 2:19 PM 2008. In Halloween, Paranormal, Dark, Weird, Fantasy, Metaphysical, Esoteric, Occult, Art of Writing
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Dedicated to all of those in life's waiting game!
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Dedicated to all seekers of light
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Dedicated to those who return!
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Dedicated to all Trans-humanists!
Behold the renincarnate,
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Dedicated to those who seek a hideout from reality!
Exploring the places,
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Sealing them tight in malina to burn
Eternal night to us doth earn.
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Carve me no warriors out of stone,
I want mine full of foibles, made of skin and bone,
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Impoverished in spirit,
want mistaken for need.
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I stood above an ocean of darkness,
meticulously filled with creatures of malice and filth...
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The gold flames lick
at the small figures feet
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An allegory of lifes higher meaning, displayed in the ink with words of love via a letter.
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Dissolve a single pearl, my Love
in wine and drink to me this cup.
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Alone within storm and sorrow cladeth
Thy faire eyes, sweet Magdalen!
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what if you had the possibility of swallowing my eyes would you want to would you love to would you desire do you spit them out do you leave them where they are do you take them out just so you can look at them knowing i wont
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I am yet another reflection of myself, / a recursive self reference of an image / caught in tow parallel, plane mirrors / facings each othe
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A man defined by his possessions is not defined; / for his possessions are not his to be possessed. / They live long after he leaves them / to be possessed by someone who is not his self. / My money will get p
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I wake up / i feel the press of steel around me / and i sense the presence of it deep inside me / a metal shell is what has been created / and far inside is where im insinuated / a dark, stark, home around my s
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im flailing and spluttering for words i cant find / im lost in the clutter of my own mind / i have no way to describe my position / searching for loopholes in my own decision / but heartbreak should not be such a
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What we do or where we've been matters not.
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BISMILLAH / By Poga Humayun Dundiwala / / In my pure pious bacteria some evil satanic virus / They infest my carcass to pollute my soul / There are some fire breathing jinn inside my water bowl / / In my pure
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The soft subtle flow / Through my eyelids / Reminds me of waves: / Salty gossamer fresh / Foaming lacy embryonic. / Strands, branching, / Fork - /
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All I ever was / I am right now. / Time creeps / About my head / Thick / Shadowy / Fever. / / Inside the hum / Of my self / Restless buzz / Atman, Om, The Mother / Time creeps. /
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Sweepscan skybanks / Eyes tied in knots / there! And there! / Tiny fist-fight concussions / luminous puffballs. / / Nothing wrested / nothing gained, / ever. /
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Brevity bereft of beginning
begets my blooded book.
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With parted lips, he yearns for water. His eyes have long forgotten the feel of tears.
by Yimmy
45 lines, 12 comments,
on Mar 8 12:29 AM 2007. In thoughts, desert, sestina, hope, life, metaphysical, other, pain, thirst, water
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When ones ego has nowhere to go.
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We each have a part to play in what becomes anotherws Fate.
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How does life permit so much while still denying so much?
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Calm Pond the place of peace The Lucidity there in coheres glass into water I watch as a raindrop impacts
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Relationships involve the whole of life.
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Where will you find your wonders?
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Standing in front of a mirror, I imagine what it might be like to be on the other side of that window between realities. What exists in tha
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Curtains formed of fragrant mist give way, to reveal vistas in magical hues. Influenced by ethereal breezes, I sway,
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