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georden-williamson
georden-williamson
travelling poet
A blade of grass can cut a stack of ashes The battle now is to cut insecurity Insecurity can cut a mountain of courage And the pebbles will be cut and roam forever Wheres the next mountain?
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Apr 6, 2018
Apr 6, 2018 at 8:17 PM UTC
Wheres the next mountain?
Cry over a robins breast for we know they can feel better than us We lye in the devils garden at night Poised with marbles in our hands
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Feb 17, 2018
Feb 17, 2018 at 10:41 PM UTC
on the edge of the earth
At the night, The trees rattle, Like cages, All shattering, All breaking, The sounds like the waves that breaks, upon the shore, Or crowds of people, begging for more, when they rattle. The trees at night.
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Jun 9, 2017
Jun 9, 2017 at 8:26 AM UTC
Rattling trees
All scattered faced   boredom blearing    godess of waters     blearing sirens      knifes upturned    screaming fabrics clothing   wind blown    sea torn     ears faded      noise outrun Time a story smiles a glory   evil always follows   tiptoe silence    acid swallowed Eyes buzzing   cheers, democratic     weights are matter      electrical lighting        sleep like chocolate
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Jan 17, 2017
Jan 17, 2017 at 5:25 PM UTC
fly living
Broken Compass Growls and subdued snarls motivated just enough before Now only broken Dizzy tall walks Punched out words like actions Frightened realisations, subclosed. Where freedom can only be weaved Swallow your next grateful T sickened stomach stalled/taxed tendents with actions in mind, Eyes there but without all precious virtue
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Dec 14, 2016
Dec 14, 2016 at 5:37 PM UTC
Mental Asylum Buffet
Faded flowers All sailing away All the words in the world Going astray Blares the sad lamp tonight and when the rainmen talk of peace, planting seeds, making ideas and dreams I look through great windows and start to forsee I can just remember, you in a worn out picture of my mind But now words are thrown In directions they are falling I fall asleep by the sad lamp, with smiling eyes but when the rainmen talk of peace, planting seeds, making ideas and dreams I look through great windows and start to forsee
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Dec 10, 2016
Dec 10, 2016 at 10:01 AM UTC
When the rainmen talk of peace
He's on your back moaning and complaining he weighs you down doesn't hold, you fall He's on your back tired and unhealthy he keeps you back detached emotion He's on your back No chin too high He smokes your lungs and moans and crys He's on your back that part of you that warden that georden
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Dec 1, 2016
Dec 1, 2016 at 2:07 PM UTC
He's on your back
The penny drops The penny drops the penny drops the penny drops Where is she now? The penny drops The penny drops the penny drops the penny drops is this all there is? The penny drops the penny drops the penny drops the penny drops the years dead in change The penny drops the penny drops the penny drops the penny drops how did I get here
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Oct 7, 2016
Oct 7, 2016 at 10:15 AM UTC
The penny drops
I walk through the streets like death, I meet to greet treated like a funeral ***** I speak on the benches like a prisoner of time, I prophasize in celeste, I am your homeless guest
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Sep 9, 2016
Sep 9, 2016 at 3:53 AM UTC
A guest
Oh dream on the prary, Oh dance of electricity, Oh chance to be to bit, I dreamt more than zen, i dreamt more than hollow, the ages of the past all broken and swallowed faith is my name, i’d heard it before, the truth could go through you, the pace could ignore, the dance of a lion, the chase from a dying, the grace of a killing, the smile of a lion, faith is that you? he sat there subdued why didn’t you call, all empty and bold, all challenged and tall, the wreath cometh to form, the snow where we'd dance on, the tiles breaking motions, all tiptoeing motions.
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Sep 6, 2016
Sep 6, 2016 at 11:17 AM UTC
Naming Motions