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'I call my lust true' (trg, 9/02/03)

Turn from the darkness
I look into the pond's glass
To find the same me.

I call my lust true
One that melts into your eyes
Desire smiles within.

His extended touch
Knew no gender barriers
Walt's caress says, 'Thanks.'

Thoughts of her awake
The gender within my soul
Here I know her love.

Morning's hunger grows
Last...
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lyric:
I remember the days that I tried to write poetry...
My words just camed out jumbled and not making much sence at all
however any words from the heart I believe is true poetry
weither its world known and everyone can disypher what your saying
or you read it and remember some special time or feeling or even person!

I hope that reading this you remember a special time feeling or person.
Its truely beautiful
another reason I never got into writing poetry... my spelling is very very bad lol so hopefully you can
make sence of this =)

Beautiful love

Lyric
annisa:
your sweet
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Fundamentalism & crap....

Difference: Something other than me, or my mind's eye, or simply other than.
Hue: The unnumbered variety of shades and textures of colour. There is no precise match when you put brush to canvass from the hand of an artist no matter from whatever species it may be produced. EX Nihilio EIS Nihilio; Out of Nothing Into Nothing, a way to attempt...
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iqH47MIpuoA

'the war goes on' timothy r gates, 02/23/2007

hey there, the war's going' on,
still
never stopped,
only different places, different times, all times
'wars and rumors of wars,'
no prophecy, no intuition, no apocalypse
'why..' because we bite and devour each other;
the war goes on,
we the people
pay for it,
play with it,
perpetuate it,
how? By paying for it,...
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'I happen to be Autistic; what's your problem?' ** timothy r g, 07/12/2007

my little friend, now four,
wears her button proudly.
her attention is always somewhere,
never nowhere

the nowhere man speaks,
sings, talks and talks,
but says nothing,
never listens,
missing ears to hear;

my little friend, now four,
kisses and hugs me,
by choice,
then attends to the next somewhere;
she stops...
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lyric:
your amazeing <3
booksartyoume:
You're Beautiful, the sort that does save the world, to quote my favorite
Russian authorl, Dostoyevsky.
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3 re the Royal Gorillas

'Silver Back Royalty' (trg, 6/21/03)

Sitting alone
on a mountain side,
now only a hill,
under equator's
dew filled foliage,
banqueting
on mother earth's
array of delights.
Once there were
mountains
everywhere you looked,
tall peaking up
though the clouds.
No one dared
to enter your domain.
Maybe baby Jesus
played with us
like he didn't
walk around asps.
Everything...
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'Flowers in her hair' timothy r g, 06/25/07

peace went with the hair
does anyone care?
classic now, 'Does anyone care what time it is?'
over thirty, white panthers said they'd kill them
-they're over thirty.
War feeds the consumer mills,
the needs of the mall shopper,
the wants of the credit card carrier,
without it we'd have another 4-billion people to feed,
without it...
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karma:
Beatrice is the name of my scooter... wink
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4-pieces, but not of the same ilk

'chocolate in the morning' timothy r g, 06/26/07

ten minutes ago,

did the morning thing,

then brushed my teeth, rinsed

time for some real hot chocolate,

milk boiled, making sure not too hot,

still hot enough,

make sure there's no scum forming;

a chill runs up my pajama legs,

sit down with my steaming chocolate,

sip, yes -...
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'Breathe' timothy r g, 06/21/07 inspiration in this present moment....

breathe,
inhale, exhale,
the moment is,
all others are illusion of allusions
nothingness,
thisness,
here you choose to be,
not merely be.
romanticism's delight says,
'i need you,'
whereas truth say,
'i am;'
here you are free
not to be choked by my need;
here you are free to be
I AM.
Breathe.
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Here's a collection w/Lennon & Harrison as my muse w/a new piece at the end:

"George Harrison" (trg, 11-30-2001)

concern for balance
free from the bull shit, knowing
that when one's free
the same is still full
of their own bull shit;
quiet gentleman understood
fame and infamy are siblings,
reminiscent of St. Anthony's wisdom
given to the novice -- "praise
those in the grave;...
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Feminists & Hippies? Where?

The first part is a reflection concerning the second, the last part, NewsArticle re Feminism, as such, as it is today (i love LucidNation and her lack being passive, the easiest way out).

I love my 'memories' of the sixties and the early seventies, but as my Grandfather still says in the 'echoes of my mind,' he that lived from a...
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elly:
Great article. Bitch Magazine also wrote on the fighting amongst feminists in their Summer 2007 issue, and I plan on writing my next column on the topic.
booksartyoume:
Feminists?
Malenists?
Peoplenists?
Speciesnists?
Allnists?

We 'all' are co-depending, speaking metaphysically and physically-scienifically.
There is no such being without our inter-being.
This is not religious or crypto-religious, only the observation of our collective energy sharing.
It is not a matter whether we do eat one another, physically and metaphysically in order to live
as well as survive.
We only live and survive by giving and taking from one another.
The only ? is...
how do I take?
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sense is place...
Body: cool is cool
better than good is better than good
good is gooder than good
sense of place is better than place or sense

When we come to say, 'I AM,' then we know the incomprehensibility of it all.

Here is a sum of the Four Noble Truths, an excellent expression of them, not comprehensive, rather only a sketch. In between...
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'tears are not merely salty' timothy r gates, 6/03/2007..:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" />



she sat there,

not knowing why her daddy had to go;

he was drunk, again

he was terminal, no use of going to AA, dead soon

too young to know,

only, 'why?'

there he reclines asleep, blessed repose, I pray.



sitting there again,

grandpa, then another grandpa;

sadness is...
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booksartyoume:
love looks into the eyes of the one before you
and sees,
we're never disconnected physically or metaphysically,
or by a choice not to see.

love, peace and good thoughts for you on this day
malloreigh:
smile