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  1. Mathematics

    Begining

    0 = 1

    Understanding

    1 = 1

    Reconcilliation

    1 - 1 = 0

    Freedom

    1 + 1 = 1 + 1

    Hope

    1 + 1 = 1 + 1 + 1

    Prejudice

    1 <> = 1

    Love ?






    1 > 0 ?

    Updated 03-04-2010 at 06:09 PM by Lote-Tree

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  2. Evening, somewhere just north of eden

    by , 03-04-2010 at 12:43 PM (the ocean always dreamed blue dreams)
    Shall I write of snow falling and the light,
    Of days entwined in storm and thought and you?
    Shall I speak of seeing faces beautiful
    When I am cast in awful shade’s repose?
    A golden light seems to throw its eye on me
    Yes, snow and light do exist together
    The white world hinges on this wild surmise
    I’ll try to sing for it and for you, too
    Let us ignore our outer arctic thoughts,
    And the wolf prowling round the heart that lays
    Still ...

    Updated 11-23-2010 at 11:19 PM by qimissung

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  3. Compass Of My Heart

    Compass Of My Heart

    Where would I be
    without you
    to anchor me
    into sanity.

    I am flotsam
    cast adrift
    upon this
    endless sea
    lost to myself
    disconnected
    from the world
    around me.

    You are a rock
    which I can
    grip hold,
    and feel the solidness
    to become real
    keeping me
    from slipping
    under.

    The darkness
    calls to
    ...
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  4. Until we never meet again

    by , 03-04-2010 at 12:33 AM (The Nation of the Glorious Turnip)
    Until we never meet again
    Smiling, smashing, smiting, secluded,
    Torn, twisted, teased, tormented,
    Vile, villainous, veracious, vain,
    wailing, waning, wacky, wrinkled
    old man in the mirror.
  5. Flawed Human

    by , 03-03-2010 at 09:12 PM (The Nation of the Glorious Turnip)
    Flawed human
    Born into a perfect world
    Balanced and secure
    With loving parents
    Disease? Always a cure
    Grow up happy
    the mind falters
    there is no perfect world
    no glimmer of purpose
    only the absence of life
    still born and flawless
    absolute solitude
    no voice in the river
    crying out for life
    passing by
    a broken lullaby