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His truth
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His truth |
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Paragon Member
since 2003-02-16
Posts 114 |
The unmistakable mark of truth Resides heavily on his sweat beaded brow Somehow worlds are colliding Within his minds eye The irreversible effects of revelation Flickering distantly in his dialated eyes The millions of whens wheres and whys Suddenly fade away He now knows the only truth that matters Wells of life spring forth from his wrists Exalting his mindset to a place where Nothing matters anymore except this This transcedence to something more This deterioration into nothing His truth- The End is Now. |
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eor Senior Member
since 2002-09-26
Posts 959blues & greys |
great write, "Wells of life spring forth from his wrists" i know all to well...i liked this a lot, so much it is going im my personal archives... "in a past life i was a woodcarver's knife: the sharpend blade of a wood cutter, the eldest son of the chief's brother: a maker of drums" |
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mysticpoe Senior Member
since 2003-02-28
Posts 883 |
I liked this. Very good. mysticpoe If nothing is something |
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