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...is power.
Contributed by
ripper_something_unusual
on
Tuesday, 26th September 2006 @ 11:19:52 AM in AEST
Topic:
obsession
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Hazy coloured halos blacken,
Sticking to my eyes,
I hear the stethoscope heartbeat,
On clone covered surfaces,
Mulling through the mildew,
Of tile covered mindscapes,
Scrubbing at the dirt with dust eaten shoes.
They say the monsters live here,
The ones that are man made,
The IV imbedded tounge that speaks,
The tales of ones before,
In the loudest of silence,
These library halls speak volumes,
Clawing at the broken tomes with thumbs so clean.
The point moves further into distance,
And decays like an afterblur dissolved,
A page that turns so many times,
In hope to read the secrets dry,
Preaches the beautiful vulgarity,
And leaves me of my intuition,
It teaches me that to know does not always make me better.
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2006-09-26 11:19:52]
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Re: ...is power.
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by lostinmyself on
Tuesday, 26th September 2006 @ 06:39:24 PM AEST
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Woah, I reaaaally love this. You have some fabulous lines here, and they could have so many meanings.
The whole of the second stanza is my favourite. I love how it follows and how it just jumps out at you after the first. Especially the first line.
Great write. Love it.
Phil xxx |
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Re: ...is power.
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by secretwind on
Tuesday, 26th September 2006 @ 10:32:15 PM AEST
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wow
I dig this flow
well done |
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