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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296
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Darkness screams loud, louder, loudest Understanding those collapsing wash cycles Devoid of meaning or cleanliness When lights convulse towering echoes Trapped beneath grounded energy When flesh unhinges graveyard sounds To the beat of swollen breaking points Like broken glass cutting nerve ends Imbedded in closing hours of the occult Sound, light, vibration soon form a mix Man breaths while he concentrates To a force which drives the dim away Expulsive breath thinking in thought forms To the lost sweep in a vortex Simile of a whirlpool of meditation Becomes conscious of another lucrative effort Within an emotional body of discipline Comes forth a summation of assurance Ultimate aspirations for true joy of the soul Bringing about a harmonic condition of know The light of every day will bring forth the flow of dark Just as man functions as a soul |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
sort of reminded me of a migraine's description at first  M |
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