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MartyjustJnoM
can't wait till exorcist 3D comes out to get showered in vommit
youreinstall9112
sounds cool an no clean up best part
anon
I need a good splattering
anon
cant wait for 3D pea soup to catch in mouth and rub into my tummy yummy
criticalindecsivedisorder
too bad not for real though but close enough yeah I guess


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making noises with your throat

The next selection  I'll share
like this, I hope

I look into my heart  
part of me

but I just can't express
my soul

that easily
yes to express
how I feel about

the words bursting out
but like they still all have thier secrets
thoughts  like being here it's
enough to just breathe

a smile
hearing thunder
then watching the rainbow's fading color


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number c741

thousands of overlapping words
wandering into the endless softness

numberless reflections

fading through a silver moon 

looking softly at the sky

and the moon thought about
dying
and getting hit by
an asteroid

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the stinky poem

 a bloom of words from a
saturated tongue tickles
 imprisoned minutes


and in big grey puffs
I see the same abandon in the poem


sinking right in
curves across  my heart
the mights unrested
to even remembrances of a face
I never even knew


:l

The cubicle of seven threes

I promise
I am not here
to prove an ape.

Or to
tell you something I
heard waiting
to fall asleep

I forgot the rest


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learning tennis

moving flesh
inside our hearts
coloring and
collecting like waves at the seashore


a heart can
draw the sky over
and in each movement
all I don't know is
happiness


..

The neighbor

My heart is a watch
that counts each sunrise
a miracle  here
there
tomorrow
as is said
at the tip of
eternity


I see I cant respond
because I'm trapped
all thumbs
sounds play
itches itch
but I don't know what to say
or what you're talking about
not because you're not making sense
but because I have a hard time following
stories

I admit when you step away
that was OK  but it' more than the sigh of relief
the sigh is the funny part
just a small part of why I know
this has already happened


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joined particles

scraped
tattered  cut  and burned
incapable of holding  my heart in

secrets

and deep under there
sweet nature
so gentily spun
like the underside of shimmering gold
most certainly
It is impossible to think

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8484848

I heard birds talking
moaning
hungry for love

I was hungry once
eating hearts ripped
of fire
in a mild way


But now
always  deep sounds
that stir the unheard voices
are closed off to the outer branches

am i the only
thesperate -
desperately set in
hardening
trying out some a new  camouflage

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taking off

first must
I look up
the definition of a star

 I've come back to my old space
with the willies by my side -
but to be like water
must I first study
the reflection in the water

the reflection in the water          ( picture this line  upside down)

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Z broken Rock Story

She spoke  and  stars fell

into the lake's wide opening
that stretched  old wrinkled moon

and  glitter in her eyes
 the soft breaking waves

  .... heart pounds....


 No results found for " a broken rock is just smaller"


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I am bing nation

an amicable separation
I had been with google for a long time

 bye goog , hello bing


..

i wonder

is it enough to say
the dried up land
will vanish
and
no one can save
anything you ever keep

Raise up your fist
fighting will eventually vanish

I'm done.

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lazy dog wedding

it doesn't need
to be a hit
what's one more
pock mark to the moon
 
so we hatch
and live where we are
as we were
like a good imagination  
at issue with advice

a wire pulled from insulation
living the collapse of breath
like a patient at a drag show
giving to the need to continue



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The Never WIll

"the sky speaks it language through tree branch..."
said the said Monkey
to the Camel
" tree branch
beggars in the sky"

And I overheard  earby Duck whisper
"no one else must ever know. "
and  I don't know why







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August and counting

daybreak in your world
evening in mine
and all that lies between us
is a word
we pretend
not to see
in our sleep


but don't look now
the sensation
from turning
your head could
be fatal

....

a truth about here and now

moved by shadows
not love
through circumstances

even knowledge
pressed with promise
full of  what I see living my life
with fingers
and teeth


into all that
is and  isn't
  misunderstood

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Six times six is thirty six

a  slow time rushes into my nerves
past the black around flames
and fills my consciousness with invisible light

In Sacred communal ultrasonic fields
an intimacy found with empty space

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summer story

Yellow and black
apple and pick a
winter
between our fingers
like place moves a story
layered the bottom way down

feet planted
silently through the
unreachable
verb


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feeding the cats

I don't do  much anymore
but that doesn't mean I'm "still" crazy
( which of course I am)
 I don't mind roaming
room to room thinking about
how much I hate myself and laughing



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chinook

i feel you  here

 how?

as night sleeps in  shadows
so You say
oceans dance in your eyes
and then it all folded into
rightly into a dream


..





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Don't dawdle

why dawdle or rush into it
allow the process to end the process
and let it all run together

#homeless@36
weightless
average
end



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Nine thoughts at once

9 thoughts at
once because of lingering effects

things I could never be
fill in the blanks



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return

to the sun
as the air
to the ocean
runs between the
evening of every moment


the unintended
and the unimagined

like homemade
creatures from a distant land
find themselves thinking about
thought ; too tired to fall asleep
forever

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blue smile night

listening to the stars dream
reaching out dilated pliant

I can't take my eyes with me
into this drop of night left circling around through  history
Makes me laugh
with passion
accepting

How long will I have this moment's ornament
twilight  in a dusky workshop
winter is summer
both  born  expected

a world of things and a
path through life purer than I thought




..

six letters

if you listen
you can hear the words
turning into glass

If life was a carnival,
which it is...
I would be selling
tickets, not going
on rides

and when I think about you
all I hear is thrombosis




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what side of me I'm on now

I look through the water
past closed libraries
and fabric
down
into pools under
walk through
air

All I need is
seen through water
a symbol that
puts together how I feel

falling from clouds
a  new sea
waiting to open to the sun

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to prove everything might be god

at the center of the sky's breadth
where souls embrace in imaginative ways
our dream doesn't care
that it doesn't matter

who's looking or
who's laughing
here in it all

because everything is
falling together
now
even the Hundred Things
gently lift and
fall
as if nothing was ever taken away


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From Muscles To Mother Moose

words can't escape
the sweeping hands of a clock

repeated in circles
its movement
intent like these
three hands
and three heads



want  to see...
have to see you

.

Above all the spirits and blood

stained fragments


the very sun

that shone on her shoulders

   that parches your throat

   that does not reach

down

into this verse

that even now
is still

caged of this earth

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Things you can count on

styrofoam rocks thrown into the wind

This Is Evening Three Hundred and Six


colder than snow-frozen tears
and winter's unbroken clouds
 "I'm sorry
 I don't know anything."

Floating under the moonlit sea
angels above
dancing on water

are the children green Giggling yet?



..

Seven thirty Seven

 words  spread
like butter on toast

 ... I still can hear
     without lips

 - stopped now
in the middle of a complete sentence

I pinch myself

 left here to end something
I don't know how to define

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shell

Where would we
would you not like to be
 

with everything
holding on to everything else
the ocean spoke
How can my love be felt in the world
like your love in every sense of the word

of God and Forever
Amen

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post needed

Remember
we used to say
what's the word I'm looking for

Wondering
like when you think you know
but still can't remember
A name

Something is about
this that's missed

Separate in  Andromeda


..

Your not far away

We freed each other
without truth or voice
 with  "what's"

hidden between words
only seen held up to the sky



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Heartbeat speeches from seeds

She said" it IS
amazing how a song can make

the whole day like a musical"
he was thinking about asking
"what about if I made an 'other' choice
answered with    :more sadness

If you think about it
more likely
maybe sadness maybe joy
and the world "meaningless"
came to mind.


Well, nothing to learn here
or even there or three
places at once
because if there
then
and what I don't know
is all that matters



...

the meaning of Akin

because  was enough
and  enough had become like
the car recalled

chaos heat or a storm
neither swept through  brains or eyes
boneless  wet season
blowing dry

I admire the consistency of range but

but oh the sick days
hidden as diamonds come out
akin to a confession

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enfolded layers

"I'm doing a drawing damn you"
A thought I've never had
It was always a chore to draw

I hear a strange sound
rippling the silence
In severed  dreams
rainbows implode and disappear
Into the ghostly rose
of some forgetful purity

A gaze into the soul of love
that keeps awake the world




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selfie

Counting the branches
reaching
in space
between thoughts


I no longer need words


 click


 older and deeper than
what lies between us

He woke near a window
drowning in light

with  ocean
scents
and a fake looking sky

 i count on my tears to jump the fence and
 free my imprisoned smile


...x

towards the flat end of the sky

wide open
long lasting
heart pointed in your direction moments like these are
like


flying skyward in
smooth silence
through clouds pulsing the sky

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thermal tounament

To the vastness and truth
of who we are

I wait in an
unfolding now blue sky
warm born inside
as early spring

 light comes down through  the gaps
amid this morning  like silence
through the high windows cut out of light
Inside the constant embrace  
wonderful
aren't  you

thoughts that are
where a heart  belongs
bring memory to space, sparrows and time




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Cesarean Escape

All the smile
where
bodies made of bone flesh and air

 lip touch the sky


fall fruit fall
fall fruit fall

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yellow grey black

My heart is
a duct of ever flowing tears

a slow squeezed pillow
cloud
dissolving itself
into the sea

in dark space
curled back
seeping forever


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vulnerianism

to circle round
like a balloon

in the quiet space between
words

 In world
 blind wind
 with  birds
 dawn and camouflage


.

without in one syllable

once upon a time without words
eagles flew above the herds


 -

space

 


space
has a voice

like the full moon passing over calm needles of light

its full voice
full  in once empty arms
 through wind
 over frosted grass




a lullaby
 a wish

Missing  is trying to remember


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Seven

daylight caught in the summer as
words

oozing across the screen
broken into emotion remnants

all the right words where they ever are
even into proto words

brush a thistle together and form me

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Money, I'm Sorry

streaming in two
open doors, and
It’s all happening


all I begin
alls fall from my mouth
as the moon cries because
its gone with the
glow core of its eternal rockets


reflect O thirst
sun spread

It's all daydreams
like the sign trying to
escape its flashing lights



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Her eyes said guess

as daylight causes summer words

as countless un
frozen forms

forms forming from
inside two golden mirrors

wear all out what they actually are

and there are no crimes
in loving in a selfless way

and that's what you want in a poem
so it doesn't have life




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The control of awesome powers

resembling
thought into thoughts
echoing off alabaster
played back in time



The  reassembly of  precious current...
mind forever Things
now even have things


into pick up and move mountains
or into two pieces
or  the gift of memory

seen through
circles of time

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