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"they moan 'stay in'"

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there is no memoryThere is no memory more vibrant Than that of absence
Where every inch of empty space is filled With open hungry mouths for abandoned traces
The air is now a frozen sea Where once wave after wave of scents Crashed into me
My flesh is now just a patchwork Of flesh, blood and bones, Once it was a garden blooming with flowers and fruits tended by touches and kisses
flowers, I remember flowers blooming from the garden of Mother. i barely remember their petals and hues who have crumpled after all these seasons and yet I could smell there is no memory
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aftermathIn the ruins of our disagreement,
Digging the rubble for pieces
That we might still patch together,
She tells me
That the reason why
all those women of yesterday left me
is contained inside the shape of my flesh

and having heard this,
and this was last night
and still hearing the echoes of it now
like church bells tolling
for a funeral, I ask myself
why is she still with me?
Why does she still stay?
Perhaps, the answer is that
Like all t aftermath
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the bakers"your poetry does not belong to you. they belong to those who need them"
and so sisters and brothers let us craft with clean hands and choice ingredients the bread of poetry we bake.
You do not know the farmer in the field, Dirty toes and fingernails, skin The color of brown earth baked by the sun, The beast of burden who bore the onslaught of the season to give us clean white rice.
Silkworms do not feed on silk, But the mulberry tree, jaws chomping leaves So it may spin us softness. The bees do not only Gather nectar, but incessant the bakers
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InnocenceYour innocence as fine as silk I ripped off from your fragile soul
Rape I guess And I basked as I violated you grinning every inch away but as I found and left your core I was blind I did not see the flicker of your darkness
i became a prisoner of freedom
i guess, i should have Never violated you in any manner
My fault, i guess that your womb is afraid to concieve love for me. Innocence
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I stand, feet firmly planted barren earth, empty landscape;
I gaze up, eyes straining grey clouds, dark horizons;
I breathe, take in dried air, stale whispers of winds;
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And You so far so near so high                       —too high to reach.
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the haunting of the past

Wed Aug 3, 2005, 10:12 PM

just when things arestarting to fit in, something from the past comes...and like a whirlwind it leaves things in disarray.

of course, i could just let it pass me by, hold on tight while it rages on. but i am not that kind of person who would run for the first available shelter when hellstorm or wet rain comes.

i guess thats one of my problems too, of what my brother describe as my passion for not being happy with feeling the warmth, not content to be near it but i just have to shove my hand into the flame, so i would feel how it is to be burned.

memories are such backstabbers..just when you thought that everything is ok, they would come..

i sometimes wish she would just shut up..ok ok ok i admit i did made a scene before but i dont think its no justification for her re-appearance.

hope something kills whatever drives her.

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Current Residence: somewhere dark and dry...
Interests: women, books, DA..lots
Favourite movie: a lot to mention
Favourite band or musician: audioslave, chris cornell, alice in chains, pearl jam, skunk anansie, r.e.m., nine inch nails, etc
Favourite genre of music: rock, classical, industrial gothic
Favourite artist: dave mckean of "sandman" fame
Favourite poet or writer: pablo neruda, neil gaiman, julian may, frank herbert, william gibson
Operating System: WinXP
MP3 player of choice: winamp 5.9
Favourite game: Wei-chi (Go)
Personal Quote: it is only a matter of time before...
Tools of the Trade: Photoshop 9, Painter IX, KPT, AlienSkin

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~Erthe Jul 27, 2005, 10:42:03 PM

holy crap your stuff is so depressing...but, it's very beautiful..i'd say worth trying to read through blurry eyes too...

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~damonsteine Jul 27, 2005, 10:47:18 PM

it is? nah... thanks for the time erthe...

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~Erthe Jul 27, 2005, 10:48:56 PM

personal opinion, love feels like that right now : /. (referring to i believe...crossed out hearts)

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~damonsteine Jul 27, 2005, 10:56:49 PM

ahh..yup, i could agree, love could make us feel that way, as it did me when i wrote this. but as someone once said, "it can't rain all the time..."

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~Erthe Jul 27, 2005, 11:05:35 PM

true, true...
think i'm living the experience though....
it really needs to rain chocolate.

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~damonsteine Jul 27, 2005, 6:57:43 PM

np Thunder..it deserves more than just that..any more tips for a newbie like me..like what softs are good out there? thanks again.

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