Gotta be more like Bruce Lee
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Titles are tethersSlow churning With the parched furor reserved for dreadful dreams All things broke free too fastTitles are tethers
Hesitant restraints and fear; Why else would there be echoes No other answer given
The solution that offered itself ages ago Spurned and turned down as fool's gold Or rather as trembling terror
Like a War fought in futility Madly life is smashing into flesh
Far too late, resolve Its timing could scarcely have been worse - all things considered
A Prophecy of PerilAnd they towered Spiraling skywards, skewed Ripened fruit on high branches Drumthunderous loomingA Prophecy of Peril
Free
Fall
A shawled herald Speared forth from the desert He wrote in sand and granite: Deadly words for everyone
RoomPoising herself carefully, full of care, her careless self poised to strike – she did not. She abstained. Refrained. Did not. She did not. Time was too long to care, too short not to. She did not. There was only a second, then a moment, then a second moment. Passage. Time. She abstained still. Stared. Did not. Tick and tock, moments of seconds. She poised herself again, cautiously. Not in muscle. Not in nerve. Something stirred in her brain: a flickering chemical flux. Spark and ignition. Flame. Extinguished. She was extinguished. Snuffed out before ignition. Smoke. No smoke. Where there is smoke there is fire. Where there is not there iRoom
Redthe worldRed
the nascent crescent in the night
fully veiled in stardrapes
a chasm
in the depth of day
at the height of night
why would you be here?
why would I leave this place?
apart from that fire
there is nothing else in the galaxy:
swirls of stars and stripes
lashes of the lords
tens
of
thousands
of
lashes
you see the pains of the peo
Faith QuestionedWith a shrug of her shoulders and a swig from her fourth glass of wine, she tells me it'll be alright. Tells me that trust need not be the basis for love. That love is acceptance of what is-nothing more. She reflects that it would be alright if he found another a few nights a week since the cancer left her unable to please him. She tells tales of how wonderful a father he was in my infancy and I tell her that I have no memory of it. It's not important, she says. Because that's how it was. I think she must say that for her own benefit. I think it must be easier to remember what a person was than to acknowledge what they have become. I rage andFaith Questioned
GrayGrinning through shivers -Imposed by rain- Warmly washing the sleep away With aqua thermae rising Hesitantly to my dayGray
Not so very unglad At the sweet autumn chill With which the whole world Now seems athrill The wind caresses
As wayward hearts spill Their alluring contents.
And looking out upon The ashen skyscape I do not tire... nor long But am content to be On the edge of something.
The errant pieces drift slowly Toward connection Completion is a peaceful hum Resonating from the Earth And we ar
KaleidoscopicHope penetrates the quarters of the malcontent In the form of recalcitrant warmth the time has not yet come to be subdued.... In a buzzing still-frame of day Thoughts drift to you in their usual way Slowly, whimsically, musically Splendidly, colorfully...confusedly The soft breeze is philosophy And the truth therein declares That perhaps the loveliest thing's beauty Is lessened by questioning The kaleidoscope is a wonder To the untrained eye.Kaleidoscopic
took me a while to get the feel of them but when i did... awesome.
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Ethics and art both begin by drawing a line somewhere.
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Tongue-tied twisted...Just an earth-bound misfit
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"Watch what you do... because THEY are always watching...."
=^.^= ~Akane~ =^.^=
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~ Be just, and fear not ~
So is enya.
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Garu.
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