GibberishHelp hold close to keep it out hide your face from th' wind wind your fingers in the yarn where mind windows have beenGibberish
Hold help closer than your own and only breathing out skin the skein with skillful stitch know what they are about
About above across along and after all is and know nothing when no thing is said 'though structure trees are planned
AnalysisWhat is it we look for? Truth? Does truth live there- seeping in like pollution, soot and smoke and asbestos from the policy-makers the PA systems- the voice of the people infects poets' brains like a terrible, beautiful cancer so what they have written and said- -despite intention- says something &nbAnalysis
ConflictDid you ever know one to hold his tongue between his fingers and thumb in a feeble attempt to completely prevent and withhold information that's already been sent (it's not what he meant)Conflict
His bones and his skin to keep ev'rything in when a moan and a shout have found a way out
his mind says to his heart, don't you even start- &n
A Philosophical QuestionIf naught is real, and nothing true Then who has painted heavens blue? Who decided smell of sky? And who has taught the birds to fly?A Philosophical Question
Nothing is as nothing seems We dream in sleep, we live in dreams It’s all a farce, a parlor game- True and false are both, the same
Terror, hatred, power, pain Inconsequential summer rain Yet if these things are all a ploy,
What are love, hope, truth, and joy?
If naught is real and nothing true, Then what am I? And what are you?
You turn to see me standing there If naught is real and noth
Yaay!
Tired
Whee!
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Dream a little dream.
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"and Jesus bought a Jess. And he smiled" untill Mary found out and then all hell broke lose! (but she forgave them once Jess let her steal Erikka's platforms)
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