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They lie

By The Happy Reaper on Sun, 02 May 2010

I stood in the city of bronze and the sky was blue. Everything was shining in the sun, the air fresh and salty of the nearby sea, gulls shrieking their songs as I wandered through the streets.
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The Path

By john_silver on Sun, 02 May 2010

There is a voice that’s not of crone Nor crow’s nor rooster’s, yet recites An exegesis days and nights. It speaks to you, to you alone, It stains your every dawn, it soaks
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77-7th Heavenly Ave

By Richard L. Provencher on Fri, 30 Apr 2010

When the sun goes down, embers of imagination overcome all silhouettes.
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I will

By john_silver on Fri, 30 Apr 2010

There still is so much work to do, My friend and cell-mate, if our fates Not spell-bound by a state of states Will lead to valleys of the new. I watch my spirit slowly grow;
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Journey's End

By mlgillies on Tue, 27 Apr 2010

I began my travels with map in hand My start point the beginning Roads carefully planned
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Peace

By john_silver on Tue, 27 Apr 2010

I’m done with fighting. That is what I’m done with. Rise, o thousand words, And screech like pyrotechnic birds The chorus in my throat, Peace, not Crows or spears or medals, only
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See the world is anon...

By Mark Heathcote on Thu, 22 Apr 2010

There are eyes within eyes But blink; and these words are gone! Open—your eyes And then; see the world is anon... All is but one grain... One ear of rice “What more need—you or I’
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The Disciple

By john_silver on Tue, 20 Apr 2010

If you let them say you’re free, And you let them, like they do, Take their guns to me and you, They will frame you, and you’ll see, All your gains will be their own,
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Moon wishes

By Kahdai on Mon, 19 Apr 2010

The candles are left melting when the crescent moon is waxing and the people set their wishes to the west, believe to come true, when they see the whole moon.
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Whatever creation is;

By Mark Heathcote on Mon, 19 Apr 2010

There’s a glow-worm, embedded in each head. Awaking men; at the entrance of the Spithead: It opens-up southward stretching them eastward... They themselves are not sea walls or driftwood...
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