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Young spirit – art and poetry and fiction – truth discovered. Monthly Archives: June 2012. June 1, 2012. In the shadow of a wave. I met and become the bones. In the shadow of a mountain. I cry to El Shaddai. In the shadow of a shaman. I nail my feet to the ground. In the shadow of a lion’s cedar. I hide, curled to his base. And wait for him to become. In the shadows of god. I sing softly so. In the shadow, the plane’s mechanical shadow. I bury myself deep into the ground. Have cleared them all away.
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Young spirit – art and poetry and fiction – truth discovered. I write I write I write. He is my imaginary friend, my writing. He is Luke and Water combined, a deadly mix of chemical gasses; and they make you go numb. My name is Ali and this is the experiment: make creation every day, or night. Once in a twenty four hour, while the sun and moon roll around, I write something, anything, and show it to the world. Life is life and death is death; and writing is a passion. June 12, 2010 at 10:43 pm. You are c...
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Young spirit – art and poetry and fiction – truth discovered. June 1, 2012. In the shadow of a wave. I met and become the bones. In the shadow of a mountain. I cry to El Shaddai. In the shadow of a shaman. I nail my feet to the ground. In the shadow of a lion’s cedar. I hide, curled to his base. And wait for him to become. In the shadows of god. I sing softly so. In the shadow, the plane’s mechanical shadow. I bury myself deep into the ground. To emerge again, not until the drop of nuclear bombs. Enter y...
{sorry I’ve been out} | Lukewater
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Young spirit – art and poetry and fiction – truth discovered. March 6, 2012. Sorry I’ve been out}. Oh fuck forgotten again. Through the blue torn sky. Where I curled up like a dog. To allow me to. Jump off the cliff. High tide is coming in again. It comes in so fast,. Wish it would wash me away. Where the voices don’t follow. And I stay happy. At least in the mornings. Look away, look away. It’s pluto sky. This entry was posted in .nightle creation. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here.
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Young spirit – art and poetry and fiction – truth discovered. February 5, 2016. What is left of the romantic trapped in my mind. What are the thoughts running through my mind, and how can i ever let them escape. What are these questions that run endlessly through my mind. Yet I feel fatigued before the project can ever begin, before the creation can ever manifest. Also it is as though these thoughts and ideas are too great for the world of the flesh. They exist in another dimension, entirely. How does on...
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Life's More Real: Life is too short. Stop being awkward.
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A blog about teaching, the good things in life, and everything else. Follow me @garronlam. Wednesday, May 7, 2008. Life is too short. Stop being awkward. Sometime, especially around people I don't know well, I can be awkward. Things might not appear awkward, but I feel awkward. I don't know what to say or worry what people will think of me. All you introverts probably know what I'm saying. What did I have to lose? Posted by Mr. L. Labels: Death Bed Me. I love consulting with "Death Bed Me." That's a ...
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wildflower brunswick stew | welcome to our campfire
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Welcome to our campfire. We are the neon sewer dwellers. About the neon sewer dwellers]. Sit among the reeds. Waiting for my turn to be thrown into the pot. Boiling over, Brunswick stew burning the lot. Thrown in, screaming meat. Thrown in, lima beans. Green, mean, unraveling seams. Thrown in, wild flower pot belly sour. Red stew stirred up, thickened, corner cowered. Sit among the reeds, watch it all boil over, wait. Sit among the reeds, reading a cook book, all the while thinking, Oh, it’s too late.
Found: perfect boy | latentcognizant
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Just another WordPress.com site. The Reasoning Behind the Title. A Letter to Myself. May 19, 2011. Matty’s song I sang for him on his birfday : )* *. I’ve always been “that” girl. Lookin’ for a one-night stand. To get my fill. And you were my boy, space, friend. Who I told all my dirty tricks to. On all those 5-hour skype calls. I don’t know how you did it. But you broke down my walls. And I let you in. Baby I’m usually. So bad with sympathy. But I’ve never wanted to be there so much. When you are broken.
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beats | welcome to our campfire
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Welcome to our campfire. We are the neon sewer dwellers. About the neon sewer dwellers]. Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know, this is suuuuuuuper late. But here it is. This is my first attempt at poetry in a long ass time. Hope it is somewhat enjoyable. -Leo. Dom (clap) dom (clap) dom (clap) dom (clap). This is the sound we make when. When we chant…. Under the moon next to the fire. We dance… we chant…. To honor the dead,. For this is the night of. This entry was posted by hgmills2112. One thought on “ beats.
Shallow Bays Walk Behind | B.K. Brown
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December 3, 2010. Shallow Bays Walk Behind. Doth seven trees a copse make? Trees swift and sway about without my help,. And alas. Fortnight ‘pon fortnight,. I near not glance. Doth the wind fault on me? In a field of antiquity in rows-. That pales beneath a stroke of time. As we both now,. And when Autumn breaks its final fall. Doth these trees savor thine call? Catch me now -When I sing-. To reflect these small mirror’d things. That in the sky show their beaut. As deaf becomes the player’s lute. Very ni...
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Mot de passe :. J'ai oublié mon mot de passe. A long time ago, in a galaxy far far away:. Photographe: Adrien (mon frère). Film préféré: Retour du Jedi. Personnage préféré: Luke Skywalker. Couleur de sabre préférée: violet. Réplique préférée: Oh, Maître Luke vient me sauver! Mise à jour :. Final Duel / Into The Death St (Star Wars VI - Return Of The J). Abonne-toi à mon blog! Bienvenue sur le blog d'une belge accro à Star Wars depuis qu'elle a six ans! Sur les personnages et ceux qui les jouent! Retape d...
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Young spirit – art and poetry and fiction – truth discovered. November 23, 2016. Scoot over, you. Let’s take a load off. 8217;bout the things we’re always meaning to talk about. But just don’t find the time. Put your arm around my shoulder. And we’ll say all the things. We always needed to hear. So sit down, talk smack, lay back. Relax, you’re among friends. And friends don’t mind. Taking a little time. Posted in .nightle creation. November 21, 2016. I’m on the brink. At any time in the day. Stumble back...
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A recent graduate from. Here is my work and thoughts. Thursday, 30 December 2010. The Smiths The Death of A Disco Dancer. The Death of A Disco Dancer. As a fan of the infamous 80s band The Smiths. Inspired by the lyrics of the song Death of A Disco Dancer I have created this illustrative poster incorporating symbolism and lyrics from the song. Posted by Luke Watkinson. Wednesday, 15 December 2010. James and The Giant Peach. Posted by Luke Watkinson. James and the giant peach. Posted by Luke Watkinson.
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Luke Watson is a technology entrepreneur. With a background in eCommerce, mobile and social media, Luke has founded, or been on the founding team of 5 innovative consumer internet companies. He is the Co-Founder and CEO of Honed, the Founder and MD of Media Cove and Advisor to multiple early and growth stage companies. Luke is the Co-Founder and CEO of honed.io. Which is currently in closed beta and launching publicly in late 2016. Luke is based in Sydney, Australia where he was born and raised. Befo...
