'only some lace' timothy r gates, 7/03/2008
stockings,
lace,
black, red, white,
perfectly aligned
torn, ripped, stretched.
Sublimity
divinely human
i, sometimes, can feel this
deep into the place that
my gender most often gets cancer
(as Nin wrote,
you need to fully empty this gland for all
that it is worth, if you want to have,
or any, worth)
ten-thousand years of recorded stories,...
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stockings,
lace,
black, red, white,
perfectly aligned
torn, ripped, stretched.
Sublimity
divinely human
i, sometimes, can feel this
deep into the place that
my gender most often gets cancer
(as Nin wrote,
you need to fully empty this gland for all
that it is worth, if you want to have,
or any, worth)
ten-thousand years of recorded stories,...
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prussia:
'Pledge of Allegiance of an adolescent' timothy r gates, 8/02/2008
Pledge of Allegiance of an adolescent,
so here we are,
a nation, supposed,
this time around, a little over two-hundred
(less than a third of the present land is one-hundred)
those before this, also immigrants,
pilgrims from another time and place,
liking to think of themselves as indigenous,
no more than the rest of us,...
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Pledge of Allegiance of an adolescent,
so here we are,
a nation, supposed,
this time around, a little over two-hundred
(less than a third of the present land is one-hundred)
those before this, also immigrants,
pilgrims from another time and place,
liking to think of themselves as indigenous,
no more than the rest of us,...
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'smart assumption' timothy r gates 7/30/2008
smart assumption
sick assumption
tart assumption
learned assumption
ways of saying,
smart ass
sick ass
tart ass
learned ass
and, of course
the proverbial
dumb ass
but, a kick ass,
if you're the one doing it,
i simply say,
'bring it on!'
smart assumption
sick assumption
tart assumption
learned assumption
ways of saying,
smart ass
sick ass
tart ass
learned ass
and, of course
the proverbial
dumb ass
but, a kick ass,
if you're the one doing it,
i simply say,
'bring it on!'
silencia:
Thank you for commenting on the second coming of my "Sleeping with Ghosts" set. You rock!
'Romantic?' timothy r gates, 7/30/2008
Breaking waves
pigeons cooing, perched on the deck railing
in my mind, turtle doves
chipmunk chirps
Brittany, my thirteen year old pup,
she looks up at me, as to say,
'what the f'?'
we laugh together.
To hear,
'daddy,' from one of my innocents
or,
'sweet baby,' from one with more than I know
(doesn't matter if it's only memory's...
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Breaking waves
pigeons cooing, perched on the deck railing
in my mind, turtle doves
chipmunk chirps
Brittany, my thirteen year old pup,
she looks up at me, as to say,
'what the f'?'
we laugh together.
To hear,
'daddy,' from one of my innocents
or,
'sweet baby,' from one with more than I know
(doesn't matter if it's only memory's...
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'sheets and towels' timothy r gates, 7/28/2008 (inspired by the collective words of tamari's posted words)
Beatrice,
unrequited Dante'
prays for her embrace.
Paradise gained,
yes, Paradise Lost,
perpetual crucifix in the eternal heart.
Children of the night,
enlightened,
children of the day,
partake each other,
no delusions of disconnectedness,
'Eat my flesh,
drink my blood,'
not a new chant,
the intoning of koinonia.
Love...
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Beatrice,
unrequited Dante'
prays for her embrace.
Paradise gained,
yes, Paradise Lost,
perpetual crucifix in the eternal heart.
Children of the night,
enlightened,
children of the day,
partake each other,
no delusions of disconnectedness,
'Eat my flesh,
drink my blood,'
not a new chant,
the intoning of koinonia.
Love...
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tamari:
It's beautiful, I'm glad to have inspired something as lovely as this.
You have a wonderful gift for expression.
You have a wonderful gift for expression.
abbiss:
Beautiful!
'do boys bleed too?' timothy r gates, 7/28/2008
She weeps,
curled up in a ball, in the corner
no one understands
no one cares
only girls hurt like this
do boys bleed too?
Tides rise,
fall
by the light
of the silvery, silvery moon
anything capable of such movement
makes sense that it messes with the senses
too,
two.
Icarus did fly
did soar
did...
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She weeps,
curled up in a ball, in the corner
no one understands
no one cares
only girls hurt like this
do boys bleed too?
Tides rise,
fall
by the light
of the silvery, silvery moon
anything capable of such movement
makes sense that it messes with the senses
too,
two.
Icarus did fly
did soar
did...
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rydell:
Thank you for the comment on my set..I appreciate it...Kisses 
'irony of a friend's love' timothy r g, for Kim & Paul, 2/22/2008
yesterday i wept
not knowing what bridge to jump from
i jumped
here i found your arms
you didn't scold me
you didn't curse me
you didn't inform me
you simply asked me,
'so, when would you like to jump, again?'
yesterday i wept
not knowing what bridge to jump from
i jumped
here i found your arms
you didn't scold me
you didn't curse me
you didn't inform me
you simply asked me,
'so, when would you like to jump, again?'
gaea:
Thank you soooo much for leaving your love on my set!
'two words start with the same letter' timothy r gates, 7/22/2008
shadows
not lurking,
same name
mirror like
vocal timbre,
uncanny
the same first letter
if together, they sing
Ain't Misbehavin'
Fats and Billie
no need for
a hotel
motel
bed
or, spread
love erupts
lust interrupts
shadows
in the mirror we see
our two-step relaxes
a hippie sway celebrates
no need for explanation
just...
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shadows
not lurking,
same name
mirror like
vocal timbre,
uncanny
the same first letter
if together, they sing
Ain't Misbehavin'
Fats and Billie
no need for
a hotel
motel
bed
or, spread
love erupts
lust interrupts
shadows
in the mirror we see
our two-step relaxes
a hippie sway celebrates
no need for explanation
just...
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fatality:
you have the best habit of leaving the nicest comments, but the worst habit of leaving them in the wrong places, haha!
'She laughs some days' timothy r gates, 4/22/2008
out of the deluge
darkness gave way to light
she sang into the morning
evening's sleepy eyes wiped away the dust
clay's baked,
brown, hues open for the painter
us and them, El-ohim
she'll share her time, now
once the stroll was theirs
they invite us to walk
it's cool, the breeze sweeps around our ankles
up...
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out of the deluge
darkness gave way to light
she sang into the morning
evening's sleepy eyes wiped away the dust
clay's baked,
brown, hues open for the painter
us and them, El-ohim
she'll share her time, now
once the stroll was theirs
they invite us to walk
it's cool, the breeze sweeps around our ankles
up...
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'unspeakable' timothy r gates 4/2001, and first completion 7/22/2008
unspeakable
but spoken
forgiven, told to
forget
but haven't
boys don't
girls do
boys dare not say they were
'courage, courage,' my people
Gaia sings of a dance,
free to join, if we dare
boys and girls know this choreography
xenophobia, i pray,
becomes xenophilia.
at sixteen was told,
but i don't,
every step, this dance...
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unspeakable
but spoken
forgiven, told to
forget
but haven't
boys don't
girls do
boys dare not say they were
'courage, courage,' my people
Gaia sings of a dance,
free to join, if we dare
boys and girls know this choreography
xenophobia, i pray,
becomes xenophilia.
at sixteen was told,
but i don't,
every step, this dance...
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'love and romantics' trg, 7/20/2008 for s
loves
friends
sing
dance
fart, then chuckle with a,
'sorry.?'
lovers are friends
friends are not, yet are, lovers
time
space
continuum
exponential
synergy
no merely a dialectic
falling into love
cessation unknown
save for the shit,
this is worth burying:
it's dead.
fuck it.
so, let's
dance
sing
skip
laugh.
yeah!
sometimes people fall
in love
sometimes...
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loves
friends
sing
dance
fart, then chuckle with a,
'sorry.?'
lovers are friends
friends are not, yet are, lovers
time
space
continuum
exponential
synergy
no merely a dialectic
falling into love
cessation unknown
save for the shit,
this is worth burying:
it's dead.
fuck it.
so, let's
dance
sing
skip
laugh.
yeah!
sometimes people fall
in love
sometimes...
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'irony of a friend's love' timothy r g, for Kim & Paul, 2/22/2008
yesterday i wept
not knowing what bridge to jump from
i jumped
here i found your arms
you didn't scold me
you didn't curse me
you didn't inform me
you simply asked me,
'so, when would you like to jump, again?'
yesterday i wept
not knowing what bridge to jump from
i jumped
here i found your arms
you didn't scold me
you didn't curse me
you didn't inform me
you simply asked me,
'so, when would you like to jump, again?'