Raven BreathWritten by K.S. Fellow
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Standing mountains are like breaks to what can be defined... if you call them less in a gritty jealousy, then what can be gained from your brash hand would be like a waste land compared to a forest that ridges sides of hills... The gain and future is what you sew into your flesh, what threads and spool from which you take will forever make crest upon your path. Let patterns be that of peace and greatness and not that of malice, as knots chock out any hope. -summer downs
Praise the Lord for every day we do not lie sneer, or betray.
| | Ode to a thinkerWritten by Sumra
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arms? Do you See, smell, hear, feel, and taste that Thinker?...I smell it, I hear it, I taste it, I feel it, but I do not see it, yet arms hold me close to it’s eyes like keys and it’s breath like night air.... Oh Thinker playfulness, smell, mystic time, running...... It plays in steeps, it smells of sweet, it feels like wheat and I see it....... Thinker what do you see that I can not?........ two golden rings, an ocean of cream, a narrow feather, a summer leaf, you see opposite... Thinker dose it fly when sleep has swallowed?...... it will move and it will eat and it will have no flight with out wings but it will find flight in rendering sleep...Thinker what are you thinking now.....My memory betrays me, and will betray you as well, our words spin round our life’s sine, around it hits same things again and again .........Thinker, I’ve seen it before so don’t say I haven’t.......I will not, I will not.......Days, nights, woven distraught. :K.S.Fellow
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