Everyman's

...and poetics of the eyes - mystic and wide open as if the nihilist heart troubled, the face stoic in etching blues mystified and all lonely... As someone smiles God prays no sin, as god never Be a sophist, nor a belililled Philosopher who sees truths as lies And lies as the seer sees In gruelling... Sign in to see full entry.

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Words, there was no word In the beginning there was me A marching soldier Handcuffed in eternal blood There was no face, no mask No life to die by default There was only me by the wayside And there was Mona Lisa The wounded jezebel Who wrote smiles in mascara Out of all surprises And who rubbed her... Sign in to see full entry.

Words, there was no word In the beginning there was me A marching soldier Handcuffed in eternal blood There was no face, no mask No life to die by default There was only me by the wayside And there was Mona Lisa The wounded jezebel Who wrote smiles in mascara Out of all surprises And who rubbed her... Sign in to see full entry.

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Severed silence Like leached pains Of no crying Caressing her skullbone In line of cleavges As her soft little breasts sagging In long fading darkness Entwined in twos into twos Rubbing starkly Against her throbbing eyes Her eyes rise And fall in illusions Of sighs And mouthful of fear away Into a... Sign in to see full entry.

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Early peace has never grown grass, perspiring summer never raineth, like a cracked mirror you see your disguise out of the burning heat, in cold fear that has yet to reach the deadend you, Sabina, never know which way the early peace will ever be raining. And the cloistered fire will be growing long... Sign in to see full entry.

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