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p o s t u l a t o r y
grime
annointed
time bleached
with the tongue ot sun
tasting
shade and blight
rust and blood
tears and worn streets
full of wind catologued
flyers
You groomed me long
ago
the night fresh
you tamed the beast
leaning in the trunk yearned
forest
beneath the cacaphony of constellations
how you tore at the flyers
denouncing
reasonable
plausiblility
of a rational
curiculeam
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Comments
Esker
Sat, 2013-05-25 12:31
dusk blue eyes
the halo of moon
night dark hair
as sweet as snow white
I write for muses
I write for writings sake
I see this muse every
other day
twenty something
and pale
the fierce fresh smile
burning with life
I remember when I wrote
in the wastelands
muse less
this is my personal favourite
about a real person
about beauty and youth
she doesnt know I write
....
Ian.T
Sat, 2013-05-25 18:29
Steve
That you write is such a part of you, then you should not hide this from anyone, it is a beautiful facet of yours to let words shine from your deep thought.
To hide this is not good, it I hope will eat its way out, and shine on many more, Yours Ian.T
.
There are a million reasons to believe in yourself,
So find more reasons to believe in others..
loved
Sun, 2013-05-26 11:50
how I wish
Esker you composed
in clearer words
for dwarfs like us
to cherish the rays of the moon
so lovely
so blueish too
we all love to read you
loved