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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Deekay] * 1
    #13276606 - 10/01/10 06:11 PM (13 years, 3 months ago)

nice poem deekay. Nice pic too


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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Deekay] * 1
    #13300703 - 10/06/10 08:01 PM (13 years, 3 months ago)

oh flow on to the best place for you
flow on to the best place

energy cleanse
energy cleanse

schizophrenic stoner philosopher
zen healing with warm stones

a mans touch
a green feminist perspective
all the radiance of lifes youth, ase

oh world people, beings of present gifted in memory
vision
ini in natures magic calling phalanx
felicity's cat paw walk, tumbling between the scattered fallen branches
and such ilk which maketh this healing ground
goddess she does emanate, the power is mine
but there is no me
i am gone, there is no more water in the river

chance a spirit wandering did walk and rest abreast where waves
once did rave and weather
a shade of heather, the baskets of candy which have no purpose
the fairies shying away from the eye
oh, aye, I, the basement, these plants
afternoon sunshine window, burning through
i can't take my eyes off the screens
every where screens, mercury dreams, thermometer astronomer
oh whether get better
it must mean something
our souls have gone through something
i look into the doorknob
a thousand shadows fade away and the true me is revealed,
the order is not far off
the tao is indwelling yonato, somersaults, no salt, the feelings
between catnip and dynamic dance
the cloud warrior of peace in the mountain stance
vargo, vargo, wytipodating
these pathways, drawing forth, what had all been set forth, in her heart
she looked back, through art it had found reason
and so she died happy

the planets still align sometimes like the spirits of the past
and back and forth we sit and sway upon the looking glass
of consciousness
you must celebrate the cherandeer and the calip both
beginning ever from nothing, rising to a cape of complexity
and receding, they are more like oaks than anything
these monks of the schizophrenic school, where the theatre
has melded with the spirit of the life eternal, and brahman
rises again in the spirit mind, upon that field bountiful with mana
and that band, that circle medicine song
still building from windows out of leaking mouths, echoing streams
coming from the source, the water meant something
added to the smoke, maybe it was all steam, suddenly it was culinary
i waited several months in the bottom compartment of mags
with whatev, a bottle a loose leaf, offering unto the soma gods
where the hills are alive again speaking that ancient chant
no one hears, like stones we are, stone people, stone stoners
of the churning palm
rising, for care the herb is mostly of emptiness
the elixir is mostly of wonder at the simplicity
these are the amish of today, wandering among the world of whatever
the spirits take them as they do anyone and give what they can
i opened the windows today and smoked all my joints out in the middle of the street today
and played the far out music with the long grooves
it was just calling me to do, didn't seem to do much but ripple
the coolness in the air, your face everything, i wish they didn't know so much
my heart flies openly, naked and innocent
among the serious faces of reality, so from what dream is my home
or dreamland, hidden in the planes, it sprouts again from annals of stories
shaking even in the mind of the focused one
folk come and part like the leaves turning brittle, leaves and leaves all i see anymore
just to be that leaf, back there, i get there, the language in the lights
the butterflies, even the poetry has changed, the fireflies are still there
under that healing tree i sneak out at night and listen to the geese

oh flow on to the best place for you
flow on to the best place

it is true the sacrament is ourself is the life spirit eternal spirit
crystallized and alchemized memories wisdoms, gnosis
passed down through nature, the  pomo teaches us when we come in on the way
growing ourselves, our own spirits ripe sprouting
with the written ness, coming in all designs and reaching to the truth, it rises and all heed unknowingly
the ways are still there for those who see with true eyes
the intent is  pure and the self is filled, take it within
and let it heal you, the spirit of wanti returns, the mushroom villages, the system of elevation
on such a small level and yet, so spiritual, within that world,
we must only now again the fairy nature, reunite our peoples seeing that the truth is, we have all come here
born of stardust as consciousness and  here we rest together around the wheel of time,
each fulfilling their divine part, when the knowing began to flow i didnt know it over took me and i tried to block it never doing so, where the poetry of the angels is sent thus forth
for i have died and so it comes through me, this is all heaven
all you see is the ness take it in, through the breathe, a thousand healing patterns
my existence is this, the spine of the universe, i travel, mending the fire pit
the stars, clouds wait in hidden wisdoms ever conversing, on levels i must look up
but up there in the heights of consciousness, where the soul is floaty,
i found myself among such distant realms, what truth exists behind closed sites? skating around
ice skating

you just have to trust it as it builds inside you break from the norm, though the pull you in,
stay free enough to go your own like the leaf, you cant throw them far they take their own path
spiralling and fluttering
there i said it, all this and sitting around, what is this story, this truth
the yoga in our bodies, kriyas, this sacred living book, pours out and i somewhere between the
moon and sun, its like an atom
maybe just one an atom so plain
maybe iron, stainless steel, such would be my fate, in an unlikely place, flowing freely now, but i will come to form
this knowledge is passed down, will it be changed ever it is made, errors and all, who will bother, who can ever really say they understand, true knowledge seems far away, when you take into account the sheer faith we live our lives from
but that basic faith and knowing is all we can do and it is why God made us, and through faith and love we are fulfilled, such is the way, the truth is wanti to me is that fulfillment born through the world and the story of its coming, hiding and appearance, like the magical lands of old are wont to do, it is a spirit, how to find again and cross awadwan, into the true, the pure land where buddhas of old have all come, and frolicked in truth, fulfilling the prophecies which made this universe
for it is true, all are divine vessels, and there is no coincidence we take these forms as we appear, the clear and intuitive usefulness of ourselves is always apparent, out there, where the voices may come, announced or not, maybe sleeping in, a shade of mood, like a different ray of sunshine just for you, why is there this universal love that surrounds me, for which my love goes everywhere like a dandelion in the wind well blown. I meet again the plants upon the paths travelled so long ago and now, from so many angles now and just beginner, deeper they beckon, wounded healer, this path, this love is for you and your heart big enough to share it and pass it on, and on through out existence such is the way with love like this, you have to find the right moment and then it goes, like a sail or a shooting star even.

and among all this, to this, we had come up with this thought and orgasmic world, the thoughts, that love, forlorned like rabbits randomly going this way and that, I find the top of the hill where I might have once sat, and smoke a joint, I just rolled half pepper mint and sage, half ganja, the ness smoke fills my soul, alive again I am, the silence of everything, I had entered into the promised land. Ah and they are here, the allies of truth and loving kindness and they are everywhere.

I don't think about life otherwise, I feel it for it has come over me, dawned, like the morning of a cosmic day, there meditating in the wood, where the fairies came to sing, there in small embers of the wisdom of bliss, is wanti entered now, and fallen out of, the, ebbing words of the priests, the pure open feeling just of now
ridiculous
nessecary
beautiful
spontaneous
like free form jazz,too much to care what it means, too much to have come this far
the sun is breaking through the leaves, who are laughing, leafing like jewels in the celestial truth of the
depths of the sky, where we sit, around the circle, I laugh crying, its been a while, that old spokane river,
bless the truth which brought this as it is, for it is not just what we see which is settled here, Pomo, blessing  rise upon this land and in the hearts of us who are woven together in this mural the earth, universe, on the stars where our names are truer send us love that is clarity, resounding.
I know I am a fool, I wander and have settled down, half my life even lived, what use is there in this upon everything, a  sigil a phrase, what use is there in this living?
the truth is, use or not its just the way, go with the flow, surrender to the truth,
god is like that it seems like, in all people one general direction, one trueness one thing shined through it was of such appearance it could not begin to be said for one would not even assume the need to mention it, but still, i guess i've just forgotten, alone out here, i can be myself, if death is chasing let it come, though maybe it will dawn on me again, to let the river through, but here i am wondering what does it mean and why
the  truth is the reason is the doing of it, like our real names, they are so long we are always in the saying of them, so how could we ever really live in this way and answer so may questions in such a life at such a repeated basis, its crazy, the length of one day is much longer than they would lead you to believe maybe its time splicing or some such wierdness, as a worshipper of the goddess of nature, I fall in line with the seasons, though its true how can one even tell these days, so intertwined is everything, it is simply the mind, no the heart! (all of it?)
the elements!

possibly they are all different worlds we are going through and being destroyed and created endlessly within the goddess, born again and again
through that loving koan of existence, we voyage

possibly and through the alignment of time and adjustment certain, expression of self could be reached, the honey splattered across my tongue, man
but suppose i had said woman, and is there a woman,
the goddess is all of this and more, all this is your praise wanti is the tie dye lotus flower of a heart enlightened by the truth where that is born in the lifestream, i cry out that love! and it fills me, and i am transforming all the time, firinne, truth, love, solus, pomo, god, goddess, nature,
I am somewhere on the axis for the love is scattered there, love is the shaman, and no body speaks,
our language just crude wailing, yet tragically beautiful, in lew of feeling, the psychic knower
between us wanderings, this and that, who knows what is really the truth
it seems the bounds are easily set, where our beings are free, our energies are pure, those of the planet, those of living things, those of all kinds of things together, and of emptiness, nothingness, celestial truth,
just a flower before the temple, and I have not even entered yet, for it seemed like a tomb, and the mystics chased me out
so much was the ekstasis, so broad was the sun, the adventure is true reason, we navigators of the soul
appearing in the dreamtime, appearing everywhere equally, expounding a spiritually intense and blatant dharma
like the blazing warm of living, always there, add a voice
there we are the spirits, so filling you, and here this world, adawapayo, brings the bring and you go deep into the poetry of it, where there are the dreams and to cleanse love of this work, we weave, we weave, the healing growing, nature coming back, so big so small, steady and wise and fair
bless you and aigy thanks for what you do, given all a place and a way, we are recognized as we can be, we find our purpose in the small things
building up
rock on


earth unity

oh flow on to the best place for you
flow on to the best place


Edited by Amzy (10/06/10 08:17 PM)


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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Amzy] * 1
    #13305478 - 10/07/10 07:10 PM (13 years, 3 months ago)

Good stuff Amzy


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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: circastes] * 1
    #13310143 - 10/08/10 07:20 PM (13 years, 3 months ago)

liberation

I like to fuck myself
and every one
from all possible directions
including the angle of
just not fuck at all
not around,
not anything
just shut the fuck up and
work.
love it if you do.
whatever comes.
feel this.


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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Aukikco] * 1
    #13310687 - 10/08/10 09:30 PM (13 years, 3 months ago)

Here's a poem I wrote about yabbies



Yabbies, yabbies.
yabbies yabbies.
yabbies,yabbies yabbies.
yabbies yabbies yabbies.

yabbies with their little grabbies
yabbies, yabbies, yabbies.


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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Crumpet] * 1
    #13313489 - 10/09/10 04:46 PM (13 years, 3 months ago)

Quote:

Crumpet said:
Arid is the climatic of an erratic addict
ambivalent and avidly manic
attacking crackling static
in addition to the mission
an immaculate nak at racking's
restocking his stash and he's dishing
words of wisdom like lets go fishing

efficiency is missing
and many wish to be kissing
than listen in the the written hissing
but he cant quick sipping
what the tip of his mits are gripping

post kicking hopelessness he'll host the most with bliss
wide armed and open fist
oceans of kosher & jovial notions
this is the zone that fits to fix homelessness
only it's owned by a misconstrued misfit
it's this



:thumbup::thumbup:


And Amzy, you're awesome.


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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: thoughts] * 1
    #13314323 - 10/09/10 09:32 PM (13 years, 3 months ago)

Thanks bro, no mention of my yabbie poem though?  :lol:


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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: aghorrorag] * 2
    #13319279 - 10/11/10 02:15 AM (13 years, 3 months ago)

"human curiosities"
as if on a carousel
we held tightly on
as we spun
around around around
until we both let go
and came falling down,
together.


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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: lysergicide] * 1
    #13407959 - 10/29/10 07:48 PM (13 years, 3 months ago)

What is tantamount to the ending,
in this race always pretending,
and to a shallow life attending,
but never once amending,
for a past that's still offending,
and yet it begs for mending,
before an eternity of spending,
on this race always pretending.


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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Over] * 1
    #13470089 - 11/11/10 05:58 PM (13 years, 2 months ago)

ME
Who is me?
What is my freewill?
Is there such a thing?
Have I been trained since childhood to respond?
Do I have a choice?
Am I a mindless automaton?
One question I am not programmed to answer.


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    #13470101 - 11/11/10 06:01 PM (13 years, 2 months ago)

After a dose of some very pure manmade chemistry I was sitting at the piano bar surrounded by friends and great music. My mind wanders everywhere and nowhere. Through out the night I tranced out of my surrounding and would come back staring at pieces of paper (the piano requests slips) covered in my pure consciousness. Non linear pure expressions of feeling... (there were a few times i would stop mid thought and write a new one only to come back. I will note these spots and direct you should you wish to experience them as the universe gave them to me instead of a complete (lol) thought at a time) I have separated and numbered them according to each slip of paper.
I share these with anyone willing to jump down the rabbit hole and view the universe as I saw it...

1
Beauty
How easy we forget
The awe of innocence
Our mind and body desensitized
Impossible to operate
Paralyzed by senses
Nothing remains but human understanding
So flawed, not designed for it all
Exposed it drives us mad
Evolution has given us armor
But in doing we embrace mere glimpses
Through a veil, ignorance our self defense

2
Our math sets our laws
More dimensions are a certainty
Perhaps therein lie our souls
Not meant to experience
Not there for us
But oh the grace we miss (wrote "music" at this point)
It's all there, everyone's sculpture different
We chip away the pieces we can endure
Everyone's masterpiece different
Yet all lacking any resemblance to reality
But what does that mean?
Perception IS reality
In this world of monsters and men

MUSIC
If math describes all
And music is math
Perhaps a level of consciousness enriched
Every society worships with music
Universally universal (see note)
It shows the numbers that slip our mind
It shows the entirety of our existence
It is our unified theory badged in theater mask
note
Don't send radio waves for them, send music

3
Chemistry = math employed as the device to inspire and dig deep. To give the tools to understand. Inject the decoder ring. The numbers to set us free from the box we cower in. Forced enlightenment. How silly we are to rely on words as a language. Such flaws. But it is all we are prepared to exchange.

4
Eyes
The window to our "souls"
Look close
It is like a fractal
The equation that makes us unique
A bar code assigned at birth
Perhaps our personality
Our "free will"
It is all there
Numbers
Too complex for comprehension
I understand I haven't a clue

5
Math is God
Language, our manmade antichrist
Pushing us to perpetual ignorance
With words we condemn our selves to never achieve enlightenment
Social small talk draws us as moths to flame
The devil is seductive

6 (this one started as a note to my buddy but i just kept going)
Think of the drugs Hawking would have made if he chose to be a chemist. Sober and handicapped he boggles our minds. To turn his understanding into chemicals we would see God. Oh how horrific that true understanding is to us. When I play with madness.

7 (this one was a note I passed)
Sorry I'm not very fun socially right now. I'm barely here. Traveling the halls of my mind taking inventory. Conducting an appraisal of my understanding. Of my reality.

8
Think about the natural beauty of the math in a wave.

9
Life is so overwhelming
It's utterly mind boggling
We have adapted to deal with so much
Sadly the price comes at dwelling in the shallow end
Amazement surrounds us as we write it off
Not in our budget
Misers of comprehension

10
Wondering about downers.
If they slow your body then they should extend your mind.
The chemistry would last longer.
Atropine...10 Bpm...Shallow breaths
Perhaps pushing through the midnight hour our mind and soul give up and regrasp our anchor?
Blow our bubbles and climb in
Recreating the simplicity of the womb

11 (about alcohol)
Even assuming the drink extends
Is it worth the blur?
It erases detail
Our escape pod and refuge of sanity
Closing our minds, a safety net
Even fewer things perceived
Another lifeboat for the escape of spotlighted subtitles
Blinded we can cope with a piece
The whole puzzle too horrific to construct

12 (notes started by a lyric from a song that was being performed)
Where the whiskey and wine chases our blues away...
Therefore blues = unbuffered grim reality in our view
A clear shoot on sight for our human nature to seek simplicity

13 (on the conversations going on around me)
I only half understand these spoken words.
So shallow and simple.
Don't need the data.
Just the single checksum.
That number IS the conversation.
Math.
Our universe demands it.

14
Where am I?
Have I traveled?
I left a shade so they won't suspect
But my mind wanders
It probes the universe
Cutting the tether to the mundane
That, our closely embraced anchor
It keeps us fixed in the storm
Archaic understanding our refuge
Exploration strikes pure terror
Better to live in a bubble
Than a house without control
Here be dragons


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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: EtheralDreamer] * 1
    #13475546 - 11/12/10 07:36 PM (13 years, 2 months ago)

wrote this a long long time ago........ in the midst of fighting my own spiritual revolution, I was called "Sigyn" back then (smile)
Since penning this poem, I've tried sharing it with others, but its meaning always seemed to fall on deaf and ignorant ears.
Somehow, I think people here might actually get it :p


New Moon Blues

If only to Quell where the Fire Resides,
I would Run to the Ocean and Dive Inside.

Let the Salted water Wash me Clean,
Purify my Heart and inner Esteem.

Into the Darkness I will Creep with the Tide,
Sit on the Bottom and the Light Die.

Born again into a better Institution,
If Only I could be part of the Solution.


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1) You're boring  or 2) I forgot to take my Adderall.

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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: EatShiitake] * 1
    #13476418 - 11/12/10 11:37 PM (13 years, 2 months ago)

pull me in to a pinnacle estate
so manic climacteric's wont exacerbate the minimal
add another diamond in the mind of the clinical
principles poking at ya poor sore eyes
typical how watered eyes can cauterize the sort of guys
pitiful when caught out with quarts


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    #13488094 - 11/15/10 02:58 PM (13 years, 2 months ago)



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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Crumpet] * 1
    #13491944 - 11/16/10 09:37 AM (13 years, 2 months ago)

Everytime I see my girlfriend she has something she made for me. I guess she produces art at a much faster rate than me. the last thing i gave her was a drawing i did for her that turned out kinda scary and dark. not at all how i feel about her. I'm a lot better with words though (i think), so i set out to write a poem for her, and this is it.

Tracks

in the sticky dim, under stars
two roaring voices
attached to trains
fuel each others lights in the dark
shining brighter in company
vibrant and blinding
parallel and immanent
revel in each other as we pass by
and if your light fades with distance
I will bend these rails
and come back for you.


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                                              ~William S. Burroughs


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    #13498550 - 11/17/10 02:16 PM (13 years, 2 months ago)

Very nice EtheralDreamer.:thumbup:

And what kind of thangs does your girl make, StaleShrooms?





Here is yet another one i wrote in jail.


When thoughts entice the mind
And flood its rivers full.
When backward clocks unwind
And gently start to pull.

A magic feeling is aquired
Sending shivers down the spine.
Although abstract, it is admired
Even by material driven kind.

An unmatched burst of ecstacy
Gives greater meaning to existence.
Overwhelmed by sweet serenity
Eternal life is but a distance


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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: thoughts] * 1
    #13499200 - 11/17/10 04:30 PM (13 years, 2 months ago)

Quote:

iwasaClown said:
Very nice EtheralDreamer.:thumbup:

And what kind of thangs does your girl make, StaleShrooms?





Here is yet another one i wrote in jail.


When thoughts entice the mind
And flood its river full.
When backward clocks unwind
And gently start to pull.

A magic feeling is aquired
Sending shivers down the spine.
Although abstract, it is admired
By the most materialistic kind.

An unmatched burst of ecstacy
Gives greater meaning to existence.
Overwhelmed by sweet serenity
Eternal life is but a distance




She draws mandalas mostly, and she made me a hemp bracelet :grin:. Any thoughts on my poem? Just wether or not its sucks or makes any sense is all i'm looking for. (I havent written poetry in a while and I'm just recenly getting back into it so I want to know if its relatable or makes any sense).

dude, first four and last four lines in your poem literally gave me chills. I like it a lot. I'm not sure what its about but I got the general vibe of just warm memories. Like its about remembering something fondly?


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Kick is seeing things from a special angle. Kick is momentary freedom from the claims of the aging, cautious, nagging, frightened flesh. Maybe I will find in yage what I was looking for in junk and weed and coke. Yage may be the final fix.
                         
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    #13504125 - 11/18/10 02:35 PM (13 years, 2 months ago)

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She draws mandalas mostly, and she made me a hemp bracelet :grin:. Any thoughts on my poem? Just wether or not its sucks or makes any sense is all i'm looking for. (I havent written poetry in a while and I'm just recenly getting back into it so I want to know if its relatable or makes any sense).

dude, first four and last four lines in your poem literally gave me chills. I like it a lot. I'm not sure what its about but I got the general vibe of just warm memories. Like its about remembering something fondly?




Your poem is great man, i really liked it. I'm sure your girl liked it.:thumbup:

The only thing was i got a little confused when i read the line "revel in eachother as we pass by"
I just don't know who's passing who by.

And thanks for liking my poem, I'm glad it gave you that reaction.:cool:


It's really just about a very nice trip i had on mushrooms
and remembering the moment where i was in complete bliss, just being..breathing..existing.:psychsplit:


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    #13504142 - 11/18/10 02:40 PM (13 years, 2 months ago)

I feel like the wind soaring around the mountaintops.
I feel like joy in essence.
I wish for a simpler time.
I wish for peace of mind.

I want to be the one to say,
Let’s everyone of us live for today.
What if we all agreed to live,
In a world that could be understood?

Let’s fly to the moon,
And look back down,
Maybe then you will truly see,
Who it is you are destined to be.

So, if one day the wind should stop,
And the joy of life seems to dull,
Be the one who tried to save,
The last thing left living for.


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    #13548929 - 11/27/10 03:57 PM (13 years, 2 months ago)

Warm Wall

At first it's the worst.
It is softer after
It’s over after, It's only after...

It just so happened to be there
It just so happened to be better.

See silver as a colour.

Slipping sand,
theres a way to make it stay.

Holding hand,
the way it looks that way.

A necessary step,
Hard to forget.

Creatures even after death.

Preserving a practise.

The sick and the healthy don't mix.

Hardly even have a good idea
Ambivalent emotion.
Dissolve division.

It isn't, again.
Like a mystery that won't reveal its self.

Heroes. Heretics. Hired Hell employees.

Scizzors in the sink.
Ultimately so sensitive.
Save it for someone special.
People in Japan have the same idea man.
Understanding is moving on.


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