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Airplane TragediesIf I had a penny for all of my thoughts...Airplane Tragedies
I wonder. I wander. I write from a place of observed omniescence. Oblitherated my hurts with a soft cattail of acknowledgement.
I feel relieved. free. Laughing at myself. I care too much what people think. But at least I catch my own thoughts. Even when I don't...until after an action. It's funny as hell.
Beginning to love myself. More than I thought I ever would. A dream of a rainbow trout swimming upstream. Determined in the current like a plane going ag


Befuddled BlissFoghead fingering nose bleed trickBefuddled Bliss
I lick the slate clean with sex like a hex my world becomes alive in color. Inhale deeper I am the keeper of all my answers inside. I rise and clap like thunder upon the eternal wonder I have yet to describe. One line drawn to the side that marks my path of fate I've related all the ties I could find. Blue skies in a green smoke filled haze May I never come out of this daze of abandon.


Synthesized InhibitionsResidual discord from thoughts abhorred beg mercy at my feet. I weep for the part of me that thinks it has to. All I smell is cat shit and perfect tits whirl round in my mind. Envious impressions of a life lessoned by programmed instincts. I'd go for a walk but where? My mind is impaired, chasing shadows and visions. This is a self inflicted prison where only I hold the key. Just be. Simple. Lost strategy.Synthesized Inhibitions
I seem to have misplaced my hat.


Ego TripDays of decadent dream rain down upon me in nightmares. I am a slave to my own misfortune. Defining undefinable sets of laws to construct a reason for my existence.Ego Trip
Happen stance, words prance themselves onto this page of metamorphic horror. I trance into a blind oblivion where fear grips my heart like an animal trap - I snap, outside space and time with rhyme flowing back and forth I have no remorse for the synaptic blockages of truth.
Unfathomable frequencies just yet tuned in with looping surprise, my eyes -gaze- into still frame space. I erase the damage of analytical skill towar


IdentityHe smiles at himself, Effortlessly permitting the fragile mirror that faces Him to echo each one of his vindictive motions. Both of him laugh. Which one is real?Identity
Yet what is real? Is the reflection of the man not just as real as the original? The second man moves, He breathes, He laughs, He too, has millions of organs working in innate cooperation To produce a living, impeccable human being. He only differs by the chains which bind him to his glass prison, And by strings, which the first man has only to pull In order to make the second move, He is
-Don Juanito de Londres, Escocia, Reinos Unido
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Back and in white.
i'm sorry it's taken so long, but i wanted to stop by and thank you for your honest and lovely comments. i'm trying desperatly to catch up to everything
anyways, cheers
Peace-Love-Light
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Eternal Peace and Divine Love
-Aaron-
RAISE YOUR CONSIOUSNESS
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Oh, and I'm just curious, how did you find my poems?
it was only meant to be a snapshot, somehting that hit while watching tv, just an image.
and as usual something stuck itself in there, but it worked.
cheerio
eek! you have tons of stuff that i haven't read yet!
and thanks for commenting on my works in progress...
yeah, the inferiority fear thing. fear of being taken over by him, by love of him...
but that's all over with now. and the song will be too.
cheers
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