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Little Symbol Checker

Keen amoungst the lore lays symbols laden with, inmeshed.
The lines collasece,
they weave and dress,
and form assembles
we attest.
Now best, we seek, through learning eyes, the ever changing shape's surprise,
to thrive and die,
the feast of pies,
the ripe enchanted taste of fries.

Sweet potato, no doubt.
Least you a lout...

And the list goes on, endlessly.
The step and pop of rhythm's grace, astounding taps to set the pace...
And chase, the spin, the grip, release..
The shapes and sounds abound with fate.

And all the while our times compress.
the heart beat sets the pace in chest.
the breath goes on without our mind.
Leaving behind...
Leaving behind...
That once-born dream.

The sun explodes...

what but love could derive a meaning from that event?

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Jewish Rhythmic Elemental Summoning Dance Music

Fool an i
we lay so incredulously
In a love....
That it seems our sorrows rest in mind
and all is enabled,
now we able,
to weave mesh of this light as we bind...
seemingly caught up in webs of time.

But stood it may
like a shadow 
was the thoughts that attest between us..
how uncouth the prattled battle lay,
all it consumes,
as it presumes ,
to arrest and attest for our lives...
keeping us caught up in lies 'till we die.

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Lyn-Lyn-Kin-Kin

the draw to you is untenable,
unformed yet perpetual,
tentatively checked, indirect,
corrected...
irreversibly defined.

and this distance is appreciable,
pining, yet unspeakable,
wandering dazed and crazed,
directed...
unrequited but aligned

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Nameless Face

( the melody http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5Qxyunl5Zus )

All it takes is but a single breath
just one form once sought enlivens thus,
a new start....

As the thoughts assemble in the mind
dreaming forth incredulous we find
what sought most.

*
but,
*

Klatskanie's a tragic choice to search for ones convictions inside of love
cold within an atrophy which wrought all these illusions bare-----------

now-taste the salt, rise up from sea and drift as wind...
as the wind....

winter comes as the sun angles change
drifting down to a more southern range
listen close...

once begot, assembled deep intrigue
but once heard the voice: a fate defined,
as a ghost...

travel to a land to crush your feelings that fall and stray
holding on to memories that lock the heart in chains

like the dust our state is frail our lives fragile

hold within, powers of potency......

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Stok

Silver tongue oh silver tongue,
Devices for to bring what come.
The done in phrase 
leads trembling waves
On airs  of these uncertian ways.
So what then stays?
And who shall pay?
The interest of the metal says...

Soooooo

Is it but a ploy to plunder?
Words to pull the guards asunder?
Each phrase means to 'stablish hold?
Tempting silver into gold...

It makes this I behind the eyes
Scan the scene for traps and lies.
The lurid sense and weak disguise?
Or something more?
Of life and time...

They watch the tender hold of truth
Decay into the minds aloof.

And poof 
Now look.
a sudden change of scope,

The deals and trends of folk a bloke..
A meaning laced with shallow joke.

So woke,
I was,
instead- 
From bed...
And speaks again to you instead.

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Doland's Pie Consumption

Who are you to have ever claimed loved towards me, 
someone whom you’ve yet even seen..
but a fool you are, if when passing by, obsess and attest
that for me you would die.

But would you forgive me?
My credulity intact…
If I claim without reason to trail away from deceiving…

Stubbornly amused,
Seemingly lost a friend again,
caught up in the tangents.
so uncouth,
to ennoble ones self through an enmity loaned.
and intoned upon the able fact that without our pact
there would be no tract…
no able pinned feature to allure,
to distract?

How would you abstract in this world, 
filled with truth,
‘pon these features we’ve gleamed as it seems to arraign in us
a meaning,  a trust…
Our personal tribunal of mutuality…

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Garbage

Love has been lost
Pleasure is my mired domain
All that I could say
Falling away 
Lust wretches my face
My life shall waste....

Taken from you
All of those things that you've consumed
Each trace of the flesh
You cannot see
What you've left with me,
All alone...

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Good Twists

the right notes,
rhythmically in place,
entice the held and unrefined
to become free...

matching the speed of attention
like a turned head facing the horizon,
pondering in solitude the multitudes,
feeling strong twisting waves
like love.

we have no control.

and the speed of that realm cannot compare,
the timing is beyond perfect,
unavoidably implicit,
becoming that horizion...

the wind...
and smiles...
and eyes...

how can we hold onto this?

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Shadow Attention Stalking

A claim from me of your shadow is the attention of my own, 
and when you point to mine as well we then become the same. 
Should this then be justified, to move our selves to this? 
I will say yes if through it we quell the line of intent those forms expel. 

Does quell then lead us as if we've moved? 
at last transparent in sight and in mood? 
with memory to move by what attentions grasp, 
and already again we start to maintain a past. 

See, there is more to the abstract then memory or sex, 
or leading attention to forms of the next. 
Or even the lines which bring form to the scape 
for the witness towards constructs of worlds where we meet. 

It's more then our knowing of your memory and leadings, 
and far more then the affect put forth from proceedings. 
or the memory of action of you within another... 
already abstracted, and unknown still abstracting. 

There is more to the abstract then sound, memory, movement or sex... 
or even the act of bringing our attention to the next. 
Merge with me, 
least we still become these shadows.

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Lurid Random Morning Freestyle Vr 2 Point 0

I’m cold to the bone
All my life I have wandered alone
Though billions intone
Those others stray from my mind…
I trust my heart
To seal the truth of what I find:
The essence that reminds me
of seeking and of finding
that love
of mine.

With one breath
Rises the fate
That two hearts long to- to align
For this life
Dreaming of faith
in love

shall I now presume
to become all that I am and pursue
The wonder ensued
The wonder she still invokes..
or wander with
All thoughts wrest into needless flight:
Obscurely swirling blindly
A chance hands clasp in binding
for warmth
From cold

I am here
Waiting for you
To reveal what you hold inside
This unknown
Channels a dream
Of life

now follow the dream
calling forth to establish a scene  
the things we have seen
leaves motives unbridled... yet,
still cold reserve…
assumptions dancing through the verbs…
the cells inside enliven
coalescing an alignment
of love
for you

all my heart,
all of my love
every thing this life shall reveal
all my will
given to you
my love.