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Kaoru
since 2003-06-07
Posts 3892where the wild flowers grow 
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The turntables, the microphone cables, rush a stage beyond a time and a place where we still stand among the greatest rhymes.. and reasons to express the freedom to say, and portray the art that we believe in. Free style.. my way up to the golden spiral staircase, it leads up to the heavens where the music plays..and the daughter of soul sways to a boundless echo. I fear to tread upon the water for my feet have been graced with walking slaughter and my family, they say they never even knew me till the sun became nothing but a star shooting it's way down my sky like an anarchist firecracker looking for a place to hide .. I abide by the tick tock of time and let the poetry mock the words that collaborate in my mind.. Free style.. I see the sun bow down behind a hill with flowers that travel for miles and I lyrically, periodically count and name each one like it's special.. But I don't quite remember a time when I was able to flow so easily though stage in the middle of nowhere.. it's quite clear, that I'm scared of crowds. |
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gemjop Member Elite
since 2002-11-18
Posts 2587Pencilveinia, USA |
trippy...and i liked it.  kinda felt like dizziness..love your description. |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
yeah, me too |
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Sunshine
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Meghan...this is a  for several,several special reasons!  |
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Wind
since 2002-10-12
Posts 2981 |
hey meg, sorry I missed this one first time round. Glad I didn't this time If art is still inside, I feel it |
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