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Post by DavidMc on Oct 23, 2006 16:38:34 GMT -6
From thine own hands these thorns were made.. Between the bathroom and the bedroom His body splayed
A madness keenly felt but often misconveyed.. As daily legions join The passing out parade
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Post by anirbas on Oct 24, 2006 9:20:00 GMT -6
Nitty gritty reality wrought into verse so heartrendingly beautiful... Takes a fair amount of b*lls to write this kind of stuff... Need a bucket to carry those bad boys in, Chief? ggglgggl...Sabrina
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Post by shell on Oct 24, 2006 11:46:34 GMT -6
Both of these poems are indescribably poignant. I often think by knowing who we are not, we reveal who we might truly choose to be .. it's that "no pain no gain" thing perhaps, though i was never too keen on that principle ... awesome, brutal writing, David!
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Post by brandnewmessiah on Oct 25, 2006 6:28:36 GMT -6
Wow, some awesome imagery in this piece. Nice work David. ~ BNM
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