aceblade's works for Wednesday, July 11, 2012

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Wednesday, July 11, 2012

I wonder cloud souls searching the milky way

I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high over hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden lillies; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, floating and dancing in the breeze. As the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way, They stretched in never-ending lines Along the stretch... Sign in to see full entry.

ephiphany

your words just a whisper, your face seems so unclear, I try to pay attention, your words just disappear, it's always raining in my head, forget all the things I should have said, so I speak to you in riddles, cause my words get in my way, I smoke the whole thing down to my hand, and feel the whole... Sign in to see full entry.

bury me softly in this room, I give this part of me to you, sit down, I give the red flowers to you, down in a hole and I don't know if I can stay, in this box I decorated and I pray, I told you they didn't know who I was supposed to be, I told you right now I'm a man who won't let hiself be, down... Sign in to see full entry.

to live is to suffer, and to survive, is to find meaning, in the suffering, one's who pray for no suffering don't recognize that without it, good wouldn't exist, tamper if you like, can't expect to go out with anything more, so release the door and a breathe, life ain't what it's worth, all these... Sign in to see full entry.

shades of empty canvas surround me, all shades of the horizon, her legs spread out before me, her silohette my masterpiece, our love not be forgotten, it's tattood everything within, so walking thru children that play, and the laughter gets loud, as they're laughing at me, can I help the twisted... Sign in to see full entry.

we are amoungst the winds of a time that was chrerished, the wind that surprises you while walking thru the woods, cool, brisk, life, dreams, nostalgia, and in this wind we find ourselves thinking of yesterdays, childhood frolics, the number on the back of my baseball jersey, the wilson 2000... Sign in to see full entry.

I've been sitting in this chair for quite some time, it's this brown chair that I've enjoyed so much, wine, melodies, and ryhme, see this brown chair sits outside my door, ten-foot above the gulf of mexico water line, it's been in this chair of mine, where i've strummed out my first chords, rhymes,... Sign in to see full entry.

Rashid Bin Laden, as a child of innocense, clumbing the cliffs and revines, heat of the day, stinch and baaahhhs, float thru the air, as a young Rashid shepards his families affairs, young Rashid, Muslim in his beliefs, nonetheless, spiritual, young and innocent, white devils (although he has never... Sign in to see full entry.

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