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Theory Junior Member
since 2004-05-04
Posts 23N. CA. USA |
When I open up my pad the pen becomes an extension of my soul kicking holes through all time and dimension blessin white sheets with fluid thought intervention transcripts blisterin burnin, sizzlin minds with written lines my thoughts are thirst quenching my pages no longer parched I stain brains lightly forcing thoughts to flow conjuring pictures and shows overload your canvas with images you’ve created I only supplied the tools verses on spools spinnin and spinnin blurring your vision with colors that keep your head swimming in uncharted seas follow these keep listening you might catch my soul glistning When I open up my pad . |
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Pilgrimage Member Elite
since 2001-12-04
Posts 3945Texas, USA |
Oh I like the assonance in this one, and the alliteration. Nicely done. I like it when you open up your pad. Nan (Pilgrim variety) |
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Susan Member Ascendant
since 2004-03-27
Posts 5104walking the surreal |
Enjoyed the ride --  SusanThe whole of the Universe resides within each individual heart. |
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