the river or the .com ?
the river or the .com ?
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...the smell of flowers through metal labyrinths.
I was thinking forest, but no matter. You pick!
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"Courage is not the absence of fear but the judgment that something else is more important than fear." -- Ambrose Redmoon
CR: Madame Bovary, by Gustave Flaubert
JF: Pride and Prejudice, by Jane Austen. My review is here.
i'll like to cover both then
A visit to this
wonderful timberland gives
mud worms thick and slick.
A visit to the other
will mean bookworms meek and sleek.
the Sistine chapel
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...the smell of flowers through metal labyrinths.
he lay on his back,
while painting wondrous splendor,
Michelangelo’s
brush creating a masterpiece—
like God touching Adam’s finger
The Da Vinci Code
Some of us laugh
Some of us cry
Some of us smoke
Some of us lie
But it's all just the way
that we cope with our lives...
Through Robert Langdon,
Brown has uncovered secrets-
secret brotherhoods,
secret rites and secret lives;
All were codes, brought back to life.
Artful Dodger
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...the smell of flowers through metal labyrinths.
Guard yer possesions,
Hold yer watch-chain very tight,
The Dodger's about,
and he's lookin' ter make you
his next unwilling victim.
"sacrifice"
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"Courage is not the absence of fear but the judgment that something else is more important than fear." -- Ambrose Redmoon
CR: Madame Bovary, by Gustave Flaubert
JF: Pride and Prejudice, by Jane Austen. My review is here.
The pain was deep,
deep and empty, silently
creeping through her soul,
It remained unspoken, drowned
in a greater pain, called love.
A white wall
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The Wall white and pure—
behind it, secrets unknown:
innocence, maybe—
or the utter lack thereof—
disguised hypocrisy…
Dragon Fire
Some of us laugh
Some of us cry
Some of us smoke
Some of us lie
But it's all just the way
that we cope with our lives...
a seething rage has
now found a sudden outlet
in fiery outbursts
in sparks, in flames, fire in air--
wrapped-in wrath is now unleashed.
teenagers
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...the smell of flowers through metal labyrinths.
Wonderful to browse,
Through endless leaves, fine detail,
The complex textures,
Layers of meaningful time
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Fractured self
Faith is believing what you know ain't so - Mark Twain
The preachers deal with men of straw, as they are men of straw themselves - Henry David Thoreau
The way to see faith is to shut the eye of reason - Benjamin Franklin
The teaching of the church, theoretically astute, is a lie in practice and a compound of vulgar superstitions and sorcery - Leo Tolstoy
Wonder who I am?
Myriad reflections caught
In the looking glass:
Soldier, Cowboy, Indian—
Split personalities…
A chrysalis
Some of us laugh
Some of us cry
Some of us smoke
Some of us lie
But it's all just the way
that we cope with our lives...
From black dreams she crawls
panting forth her neon pulse
breathing with the dawn.
Spoken from consuming gauze
a syllable laced with light.
the consious unconsious
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and somehow a dog
has taken itself & its tail considerably away
into the mountains or sea or sky, leaving
behind: me, wag.
- John Berryman
The conscious unconscious
There, underneath the
First strata of thoughtosphere,
Lay flickering sparks--
Too close not to feel the heat,
Too far to touch the cold mind.
inflorescence
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...the smell of flowers through metal labyrinths.
within my lostness
i reach towards the next step
hands and feet explore
my mind expands and blossoms
i am becoming anew
grapevines
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"Courage is not the absence of fear but the judgment that something else is more important than fear." -- Ambrose Redmoon
CR: Madame Bovary, by Gustave Flaubert
JF: Pride and Prejudice, by Jane Austen. My review is here.
my heart swings with joy
when I see little toddlers
playing happily
on the Literature Forums
with imagery of words
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