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Future Seeds
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Future Seeds |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada 
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The shadows of dusk hide in the young eyes of couriers, those creaking young bones drive their engines home into their suburb shrines, restore the curse of desire and the order of child and their paths cross over the path makers and the blankets of lenders cover fixed winners. But the crisp glad faces, the artists of skilled sleep, their glaring smiles filled long with cool and gleaming white, walk in green pastures beyond the streets gray lid, beyond optics scattered in sheltered wombs, in the high towers, where scent nor repose reaches. Birds in the Beech trees, singing birds - whom no shelter covers, whose small wings wander the silvery arms of life, warbling sweet zest, melodies that ferry love songs to thrill the soul to the inner chambers, the old music of the woodland trails and the flight of fall Geese that bid adieu the scoured succulent harvest, throw their bright voices on the future's restless ears. Oh fiber dreamers. Oh concrete toilers of the sad cities, messengers trapped in din halls, in the uprising throngs of haste with the head chiefs drawn faces of sworn allegiance - greenwoods call, call from the struggling seeds, show me your faces - sleep in my protest tent. Under the coins in the wishing well a myriad of faces hide, the faces of children their love communion to lacking ears, isolated time, guilded minds. Mother's ghostly justice encircles the savage pirates of the perfect emerald belt, their blades of steel storming the ancient ridges valley to valley, to the great seas, sacred seeds, flying gypsies, left crushed on desert floors. In the teeming roar brass ears miss the future voices in the playground, seeds for whom they kill. |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Under the coins in the wishing well a myriad of faces hide, the faces of children their love communion to lacking ears, isolated time, guilded minds ~*~ Do you realize how easily your words make me smile? Perhaps not. Until now. |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Eric This is fantastic writing, deep and intense...layered with meaning. I applaud you! |
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Mistletoe Angel 
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
 (tears fall down my cheeks) Oh Eric, this brought tears to my eyes reading this as I saw it as an urgent message to lend a ear to these myriads of children and learn of their love or an elephant burden will trample us down as we lack the strength of loves understanding! (big hugggssssss) This is powerful, sweet friend, God Bless You, your words are always so powerful, we all love you so much! You have such a beautiful heart, sweet Eric, thank you for sharing!  May love and light always shine upon you! Love, Noah Eaton "Underneath your clothes there's an endless story..." |
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