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Post by silver on Sept 11, 2014 10:19:35 GMT -5
Superharvest moon Was there to greet me in the Pale blue morning sky
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Post by laughter on Sept 11, 2014 11:19:53 GMT -5
The arresting nature of nature is one that mind is ultimately powerless against in the denial of this, it employs many tools, including cynicism toward the poet who would use nature as cliche
gentleness is no friend of resistance simplicity is scorned by the sophisticate there is no profit in sharing no reward for selflessness, as there is noone to accept the gratitude
there is a point of turning though, from soft to hard, and back again the mettle that results is not fragile, and dangerous only to the dense
The light, the space, the metaphor of the purity of water all these can be heard and felt again
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Post by silver on Sept 12, 2014 12:23:22 GMT -5
dreams are the dust of the mind they are dust, debris useless and inane they die hard but they always die and what do we do? find another one to ensure future suffering I have always admired animals for their pragmatic nature their simplicity feed when you're hungry rest when you're tired not stick your hand in the fire again and again what drives us to go chasing what isn't there? living contradictions the highest and lowest form of life I can't get with all this new age optimism yet, I wouldn't call myself a pessimist seeing things as they are avoiding all suppositions I know that is impossible given the nature of the beast because, I too, chase the ineffable trying to bring back what is gone forever my love goes on though she is all I know all I want to know don't know what happens when this dream is over does another begin? dreams are dust useless and inane they die hard but they always die charlie giardino 8/29/13 Gee charlie Can't understand why nobody 'liked' this one all this time, it's a beaut.
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Post by silver on Sept 12, 2014 20:13:40 GMT -5
This is a poem from someone at SF, from The Crow, with a deactivated account, so I have to assume he wrote it, but doesn't say so directly.
I thought you might like it.
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Post by charliegee on Oct 1, 2014 0:57:01 GMT -5
with you
I'm swept up in the silence I can feel us both here I know I don't pray much but I feel like sitting here
at the foot of the lord I recognize your presence here in the heart of love here beyond the reach of words
where I can love you fully with no interruption I hold you in my arms and kiss your hair
we'll show our love to god he'll nod and smile love is what he's made of love is what we do
I know I don't pray much but I feel like sitting here with you .. .. in the heart of love
charlie giardino 9/30/14
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Post by laughter on Oct 1, 2014 1:26:03 GMT -5
that one had some feel to it Chazz
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Post by silver on Oct 2, 2014 8:36:12 GMT -5
The baby picture, Bright eyes in a depraved world I am here to mourn.
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Post by laughter on Oct 3, 2014 20:02:43 GMT -5
The baby picture, Bright eyes in a depraved world I am here to mourn. Very poignant. Very powerful. === the world can't help what it may be in gentle grasp perhaps we see that there's no malice in the sight the darkness dancing ever light
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Post by silver on Oct 4, 2014 9:51:58 GMT -5
cat eats canary no em efing birdsong here cheshire cat just grins
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Post by laughter on Oct 4, 2014 16:57:05 GMT -5
cat eats canary no em efing birdsong here cheshire cat just grins (** shakes head smirking **) horror emerges a rage from the depths of, what? it is empty there ecstasy sails on a groan from the depths of, what? it is empty here arrogance sits there her head far far up her ass laughter responds here social judgment, oh! that is just too too funny! are you humble now?
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Post by silver on Oct 4, 2014 19:18:03 GMT -5
cat eats canary no em efing birdsong here cheshire cat just grins (** shakes head smirking **) horror emerges a rage from the depths of, what? it is empty there ecstasy sails on a groan from the depths of, what? it is empty here arrogance sits there her head far far up her ass laughter responds here social judgment, oh! that is just too too funny! are you humble now? you talkin' ta me? *silver snicker* do you not see how very serious you are? like waay serious man. take it for what it is on the surface. just another holiday. it's just a volley of cavaleerity, I just made a word! heh I'd be embarrassed if I were you but I'm not you thankfully. You're not my teacher. no one is. unless they are.
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Post by laughter on Oct 4, 2014 20:03:15 GMT -5
(** shakes head smirking **) horror emerges a rage from the depths of, what? it is empty there ecstasy sails on a groan from the depths of, what? it is empty here arrogance sits there her head far far up her ass laughter responds here social judgment, oh! that is just too too funny! are you humble now? you talkin' ta me? *silver snicker* do you not see how very serious you are? like waay serious man. take it for what it is on the surface. just another holiday. it's just a volley of cavaleerity, I just made a word! heh I'd be embarrassed if I were you but I'm not you thankfully. You're not my teacher. no one is. unless they are. Embarrassment is for fools, teenage girls, politicians and celebrities of all ilk. It takes a person cat to be embarrassed. Or didn't you realize that?
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Post by laughter on Oct 4, 2014 20:18:42 GMT -5
shame shame all the way lead yourself there on today lost my map to it
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Post by silver on Oct 4, 2014 21:16:30 GMT -5
Lighten up my friend
All is but passing fancy
I am not your child.
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Post by laughter on Oct 4, 2014 23:43:28 GMT -5
Lighten up my friend All is but passing fancy I am not your child. ha! ha! if you were my child I wouldn't have told you to get lost and if you were my friend I wouldn't have had to!
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