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tribal psychosis 08.10.2004
Contributed by
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Tuesday, 12th October 2004 @ 08:00:56 AM in AEST
Topic:
mythology
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my ancestor's cold jaguar eye
guides us through an traverse idyllistic dream
of blackstone sky
burning dreams each night
scattered through
sparks, filled with happiness
aspiring to escape
this earth
like my soul
the firelight catching the back of his hand
as it flits through the shadows
of the long soft brown grass
telling the story
of a time when the world was young
or was it just him
ne'er but do his lips form
words he believes in his heart
be true or not
he shares himself with me
calmly winding understanding
making me unto himself
the leader
of our happiness
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Re: tribal psychosis 08.10.2004
(User Rating: 1 ) by Kindredblood_dragon on
Tuesday, 12th October 2004 @ 08:42:01 AM AEST (User
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Sounded liked being given a vision in a dreaming, very visual images, and a clear story line, I thoughrly enjoyed reading this, thank you for sharing. |
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Re: tribal psychosis 08.10.2004
(User Rating: 1 ) by shadows on
Tuesday, 12th October 2004 @ 04:57:03 PM AEST (User
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Incredible, and the title fits the poem exactly, great imagery. |
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Re: tribal psychosis 08.10.2004
(User Rating: 1 ) by valentine on
Wednesday, 13th October 2004 @ 05:22:05 PM AEST (User
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This is so divine. A work of extrordinarily structural originality. The beauty is just untouchable. I am in awe . . I want to keep it so I can read it until I have caught light in every segment . . . until my pale fingers trickle roseblood from the fragments. Just captivating. ~*~ Rose ~*~ - |
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