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the tailor maiden.the tailor maiden
with shears she trims
till fabric becomes pattern
bound with whipstitch,
and it fits him well.
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by ~emptyluckystrange
pennsylvania like a blanket.pennsylvania like a blanket
out beyond the town
the trees sway, daydreaming, on fire in october. oblivious to the man-fleas with their log trucks.
and to the fearless trapeze act of the fox squirrel.
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by ~emptyluckystrange
the cicada.the cicada
the cicada burrows deep into the ground shortly after birth,
rising only to celebrate the fact that it will soon die.
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by ~emptyluckystrange
ODtSRoHPoM.ODtSRoHPoM
the stag sacrifices saplings to strip away his velvet. spends hours polishing the proud crown of bayonets which he would gladly use to shred his brothers for the love of a doe.
the blue jay waits patiently for a man to chase the grackle from her downspout nest. so he might devour her young before they come to know the light.
and we sat in a parking lot
watching ants reconstruct babylon
between the pavement cracks.
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by ~emptyluckystrange
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The artisan toils at his craft Sculpting limbs, etching Textures. Sweating over fire. Heaving clay into a kiln. Mixing
Chemicals, scraping surfaces. Polishing dirt until you could Eat off it.
The designer spends his days Preparing, wears gloves To protect his work from the dirt And oil that remains even
On his pristine hands. Every detail Thought through. Even the direction Of the paper's grain!
The animator puts his life Into his creation. Sketching Furiously, he flips through pages
by *Shmoetry
magnificent.magnificent
Today, dead people are two feet farther from the sun. All this white and the sterile icebox cold has contracted my lungs and pupils and replaced the cluttered punctuation in my head with the sanctuary of winter.
The snow has me using words like magnificent again, things I never thought would cover the landscape again.
Today, I woke up with the feeling back in my arms and my hands were damn near frozen. I was in need of your hearth and homemade bread served on a table made of wood, whose grain is swelling with the heat. &nbs
by ~vain-vacant
Thunder Roll.Thunder Roll
Thick fingers caress slow keys to the sound of lashes of rain tapping operatic bars on the window. Wet wind whistles through the cracks of shanty boards held with hope and plaster. Luster of yesterdays lost save for the morning frost that bites blood red sunrise chasing the clouds to the ocean-dipped horizon.
Dusty wishes line dishes piled ceiling-high and perched precariously leaning in a ziggurat of ceramic intensity. Severed from sanity and sliding down the slope groping for handholds, thoughts acquire reasons, seasons collide in the cauldron cast from melted
by ~insenze
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- Operating System: emotion junkie
- Tools of the Trade: duality
- Email: richhummel@gmail.com
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The Tao is like a glob pattern:
used but never used up.
It is like the extern void:
filled with infinite possibilities.
is there room for me?
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my myspace!
` you can leave me on the corner where you found me,
i'm not for sale anymore.
hiding? anywhere there aren't too many eyes of course. i can't stand to be seen you know.
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at the mercy of endorphins.
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Two guys are driving to work when one asks the other if he talks to his wife after sex.
"Yes," replies the guy. "If I can find the phone."
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boy, your going to carry that weight.
carry that weight a long time.
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...look for the girl with the broken smile...
And you?
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...look for the girl with the broken smile...
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