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the enchantment of perpetual
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whole lotta other stuff I've often imagined the stuff of legend and lore
in some observable trajectories
propelled by a wind
flying, no floating in superb lightness
consider this, little or no friction
it is my notion of the visible indivisible individual
(say that three times fast)
light-headed wispy
stripped of nerves
devoid of glistening tendons and veins
to be an airy eponymous
but somehow with desirable features
as if assembled with gossamer lace
quivering in a faint tremor
the act outliving breath
with the grace of a poem, alone and reminiscent
a contrast to celestial
an unchanging state,
the enchantment of perpetual
Oooohhhh... From graves they
Oooohhhh...
From graves they rise up in their flight
They terrorize, injecting fright,
Upon our deepest doubts they feed,
No spell can break their desperate need,
Their faint trajectory leaving horror,
Beneath it all our minds will wander,
To ghastly realms that rule the night,
Into our psyche, they remove our sight,
Until we scratch and claw our way,
Confusion dominates disarray,
Shuddering, as we hear the howl,
Our minds they twist,
We scream and scowl,
Frantic, mesmerized and weak,
We struggle to survive,
Projected fears from deep inside,
Consume our soul to stay alive!!
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
I like ghosts...goblins not
I like ghosts...goblins not so much.
Long days and pleasant nights
Diamond
Ah my good friend ....... Respected Mr Dylan
Ah ! My good Postpoem friend Respected Mr Dylan.To me it was a different angle of the human body dissected until it becomes truly pure. Lovely!!!!!!
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