epedeped - Hello Poetry

lost like a hollow in a hole where the dark shadow of my stagnant soul tortures the light endlessly a shadow should be cleaner or at least have the feeling it can be but here i am chasing again and if it weren't for the comfort of my habitual self destruct id have nothing save for what i really yearn for. life.

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Mar 11, 2014

Mar 11, 2014 at 11:22 PM UTC

epedeped

lost

lost like a hollow in a hole where the dark shadow of my stagnant soul tortures the light endlessly a shadow should be cleaner or at least have the feeling it can be but here i am chasing again and if it weren't for the comfort of my habitual self destruct id have nothing save for what i really yearn for. life.

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dark twists of fate left me uncomfortable of as of late a karmic lesson knocking at my door where time seems to me to be a ***** she left me standing all alone like a dog who lost his bone a disappearing shooting star or an empty glass at the bar but temptation told me to wait like the apple Adam ate sure, it it tastes good at first until god leaves you cursed where you stand naked in the light a stark contrast to the bright no lies or fiction no rub to friction the truth stands right before you a lie you can't pretend not to see through but belief is a strong force to creating life without remorse will thy will is the law Crowley's epitaph in the maw and twists of fate oft come late they are there for us to satiate times a ***** we all share but she's sometimes the ***** we can't bare she's also the the ***** that we beseech so over the wall and into the breach go where you want whenever you go the key is to trust and not to know to laugh, and to lust and to enjoy its a skill most forget to employ passion is a fruit but its also a need your life is a gift for you to succeed there is an entire world for you to immerse as you are the only expression of you in the universe. because death stalks us slowly until that day its a constant reminder in strange way to be who you are without being told without fear of repercussion dare to be bold to live your life every day with love in your heart expressed in your own way

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Aug 1, 2010

Aug 1, 2010 at 12:39 AM UTC

epedeped

crowley's epitaph...love is the law

dark twists of fate left me uncomfortable of as of late a karmic lesson knocking at my door where time seems to me to be a ***** she left me standing all alone like a dog who lost his bone a disappearing shooting star or an empty glass at the bar but temptation told me to wait like the apple Adam ate sure, it it tastes good at first until god leaves you cursed where you stand naked in the light a stark contrast to the bright no lies or fiction no rub to friction the truth stands right before you a lie you can't pretend not to see through but belief is a strong force to creating life without remorse will thy will is the law Crowley's epitaph in the maw and twists of fate oft come late they are there for us to satiate times a ***** we all share but she's sometimes the ***** we can't bare she's also the the ***** that we beseech so over the wall and into the breach go where you want whenever you go the key is to trust and not to know to laugh, and to lust and to enjoy its a skill most forget to employ passion is a fruit but its also a need your life is a gift for you to succeed there is an entire world for you to immerse as you are the only expression of you in the universe. because death stalks us slowly until that day its a constant reminder in strange way to be who you are without being told without fear of repercussion dare to be bold to live your life every day with love in your heart expressed in your own way

42

tarantula crawled slowly beneath the vine of the soul voices drifted darkly spirits in repose said that not one thing stays the same words of inspiration where nothing is to blame pilgrims migrate to the sound of a horn originally didn't stork take the new born must be something that i ate mainly mushrooms, cylocybate nevertheless something told me leaving no debate our wise and giving mother we first scorned then we ***** was a guitar sound that got me it played out of tune like an octave burning slowly a red flame but cold ember over a sparse and lonely moon she crawled over careful venomous hairs across her back a calculated movement the spider who caught the cat its not the fangs that scare me a wise but ugly man once said its the fear we inject like a venom working slowly it seeps till at first you can't move and eventually your dead. for BD

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May 16, 2010

May 16, 2010 at 8:14 PM UTC

epedeped

tarantula 1

tarantula crawled slowly beneath the vine of the soul voices drifted darkly spirits in repose said that not one thing stays the same words of inspiration where nothing is to blame pilgrims migrate to the sound of a horn originally didn't stork take the new born must be something that i ate mainly mushrooms, cylocybate nevertheless something told me leaving no debate our wise and giving mother we first scorned then we ***** was a guitar sound that got me it played out of tune like an octave burning slowly a red flame but cold ember over a sparse and lonely moon she crawled over careful venomous hairs across her back a calculated movement the spider who caught the cat its not the fangs that scare me a wise but ugly man once said its the fear we inject like a venom working slowly it seeps till at first you can't move and eventually your dead. for BD

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it crawled up my arm this time through my ear and inside my mind while a liquid the color of blood trickled from my eye a sound from a bell tower churned Like martinis shaken than poured over ice a man turned towards me He made a bet and cast his dice All the while a clock was ticking loudly an echo inside my head A boatman was shouting in the distance your here now but soon you´ll be dead and the Cheshire he smiled warmly as the spider laid its trap doubt not your heart he said there's more to truth there than just the facts trumpets were playing loudly And the executioner held his axe a moon crested over horizon While a play write was finishing his act he lit a cigarette mildly and tossed it on the floor smoke plumed out the window and then was no more death can be blinding said a rattling snake he left his skin behind him and towards the future he did make

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Mar 23, 2010

Mar 23, 2010 at 9:11 AM UTC

epedeped

tarantula 2

it crawled up my arm this time through my ear and inside my mind while a liquid the color of blood trickled from my eye a sound from a bell tower churned Like martinis shaken than poured over ice a man turned towards me He made a bet and cast his dice All the while a clock was ticking loudly an echo inside my head A boatman was shouting in the distance your here now but soon you´ll be dead and the Cheshire he smiled warmly as the spider laid its trap doubt not your heart he said there's more to truth there than just the facts trumpets were playing loudly And the executioner held his axe a moon crested over horizon While a play write was finishing his act he lit a cigarette mildly and tossed it on the floor smoke plumed out the window and then was no more death can be blinding said a rattling snake he left his skin behind him and towards the future he did make

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sensate overload left me chasing the feeling of that first time high....

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Mar 22, 2010

Mar 22, 2010 at 8:47 PM UTC