Tag: spiritual
member name: Thomas W.
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June 30, 2008 06:52 AM EDT --
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June 24, 2008 08:18 PM EDT --
...and it grieves, grieves, grieves :
the darkcold, the cackling waters my leviathan, a crackling sky these screams to reach those ropes so short and shorn, and shore slides . . .
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July 11, 2008 04:40 AM EDT --
when the world was young, i walked.
winds telling tales of meat
that i might eat--
before street, or thoroughfare, or rede;
before the deceits and conceits... . . .
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July 25, 2008 03:54 PM EDT --
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
this is an older piece. pulled from Myspace, tho' i was looking for another Blog altogether.
for those . . .
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August 25, 2009 05:33 AM EDT --
Tom, be nimble .
-in these places,
many creatures change their faces.
nothing's safe--no ground, secure.
and anywhere you've found allure...
you've found a lure . . .
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May 28, 2008 04:49 PM EDT --
the secret to Life:
Life is secrets.
you will work to vanquish the veil
to no avail,
i'm sorry
that's the way of things--
for we are curious;
crave what cannot be had. . . .
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June 24, 2008 07:59 PM EDT --
it is uneven:
shadows dapple it as i flow, and all is agile--
my mouth is open, eating air in exquisite measures
i hunt here
and always have
the game goes on and on ahead, unaware as of . . .
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June 14, 2008 01:27 AM EDT --
...and i knew none of it was so.
took a turn down that secret road
lined by frost;
made amends
with my hated fathers.
my body went warm when
the wind whistled a vicious ditty;
against . . .
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June 01, 2008 02:16 PM EDT --
when i look at my sons, unease moves through me.
it's not about them , per se--they are young, and relatively unsullied: a source of Light--it has more to do with the world they have been born into... . . .
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July 25, 2008 09:20 PM EDT --
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
this is the Myspace Blog i've been trying to dig up all day. it belongs on Gather, or my name is Earl.
Monday, May 28, 2007
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June 11, 2008 09:14 AM EDT --
isn't it odd:
we look for light while clutching a lamp,
our hardest gaze is glare,
and
we look for light.
it isn't odd.
we are all amok, and an answer is inside.
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July 30, 2008 05:20 PM EDT --
he came before them, harp in hand. the fire danced betwixt. an owl hooted--guarded; low. a spark amidst the sticks
decided. -instantly, it lept: a'lighted on his sleeve. . . .
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