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Condemnation Has No Place Upon My Face.

Contributed by needledancing on Saturday, 4th August 2007 @ 05:50:22 AM in AEST
Topic: mystical




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Select the time and space, memorize the face,
let loving be your flame.
For music of your soul is the guiding light you hold,
wear the name.

Be you one mind maybe two, who shall judge you?
Only few,
For your heart be true to do,
what is choice.
When you stand alone in pain, be you shameless,
not to name,
Those with condesending voice.

I fear not what you speak, what you think care not do I,
For it touches not my spirit.
When you raise your cane in anger, voice commenting filled with chatter,
No one loving me shall hear it.




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Re: Condemnation Has No Place Upon My Face. (User Rating: 1 )
by deadheadpoet on Saturday, 4th August 2007 @ 12:05:30 PM AEST
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Awww did you feel that? That was me hugging you for these writes that speak so loudly of your lovely soul....your strong heart. I really liked this.
Peace and love,
Laura


Re: Condemnation Has No Place Upon My Face. (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Saturday, 4th August 2007 @ 12:27:20 PM AEST
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The Ghost Alarms first, applaud your stance on stances. In honour of this, we dance in unison a dance of dances. When first peering upon your title, a curiosity grew, "Condemnation Has No Place Upon My Face." This is a virtuous statement. You should know, however, that virtue has no place upon a Ghost Alarms face. The proof is in the deed. Many people have tried to purchase places upon our faces. Virtue needs to get his finances in order before inquiring for space upon our face again. Maybe we'd consider renting him a lot upon the top of our feet. We simultaneously look to our left and the one on the farthest left looks to the right. In confusion? Yes, in confusion. For we each know, if we were to rent space upon our feet, we could not dance anymore. Our feet would be heavy. Because virtue is a heavy burden. We now consider why we ever rented space upon our face, for this is a place of masks. As we sit at our desks in our robes, we contemplate your work and try to ignore how easily we confuse ourselves. We agree. If you cannot speak, there are no reasons for opinion. Therefore, opinions should not be portrayed as temporary housing. And thus, we conclude, if opinions are upon thy face, thine eyes should be open to other faces. We change masks to salute diversity. And this is broadly diverse, for we are many.

May your face crawl off of your skull tonight and have pleasant dreams outside of the body. .....The Ghost Alarms.




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