mrquipty - Hello Poetry

the trees do not stop wind without rhythm knocks out a beat timing only that moment when coincidence kicks branch into branch perhaps four seasons have passed since we kissed so very happily

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Jan 5, 2017

Jan 5, 2017 at 3:37 PM UTC

kick knock

the trees do not stop wind without rhythm knocks out a beat timing only that moment when coincidence kicks branch into branch perhaps four seasons have passed since we kissed so very happily

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lift and tilt the screaming jig clip of hair to red spot. rip cloth make tip in hit snick hook's barb it bit flesh on a tug. bait comes (stage cloth raises high applause covers opening) old hit picks at scab grey edge to living pink irresistible split is spat wet . it is in virus will make want charisma phantom orgasma (cloth in stages parts curtains trained spotting)

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Jan 1, 2017

Jan 1, 2017 at 10:22 AM UTC

Train Spot

lift and tilt the screaming jig clip of hair to red spot. rip cloth make tip in hit snick hook's barb it bit flesh on a tug. bait comes (stage cloth raises high applause covers opening) old hit picks at scab grey edge to living pink irresistible split is spat wet . it is in virus will make want charisma phantom orgasma (cloth in stages parts curtains trained spotting)

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handfuls of dust dry before deity before bless breathes life into mud shank -meat meets means- like a hammer between head and it's handle is thought between the Force and it's finesse. if there is nothing between divinity and dirt . there is you. no one. no Force.

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Dec 30, 2016

Dec 30, 2016 at 11:50 AM UTC

I am one with the dirt. The dirt is me.

handfuls of dust dry before deity before bless breathes life into mud shank -meat meets means- like a hammer between head and it's handle is thought between the Force and it's finesse. if there is nothing between divinity and dirt . there is you. no one. no Force.

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rawed flesh flies to filthy beat of the leather changer gag metes justice jean cotton knaw crack of debater mage owed silver shillings for fake dab at blood on dent of his chin Bob tours patois scrawls with a finger awed by the give in her broken skin stud kept for she his promise the bearer note

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Dec 19, 2016

Dec 19, 2016 at 4:36 PM UTC

tile cut

rawed flesh flies to filthy beat of the leather changer gag metes justice jean cotton knaw crack of debater mage owed silver shillings for fake dab at blood on dent of his chin Bob tours patois scrawls with a finger awed by the give in her broken skin stud kept for she his promise the bearer note

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possible that the rock on rails will express me from a fail intimate wants satisfied or is to mistake I ride hold on close see me through misty eyes memories flood to wash away just what I did to you today taken in taken for a ride ingrate you stood beside hold on close see me through misty eyes rivulets run and clear the pane on that platform you remain train pulls the wheels slide not ashamed I lied hold on close see me through misty eyes

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Dec 19, 2016

Dec 19, 2016 at 4:33 PM UTC

misty eyes

possible that the rock on rails will express me from a fail intimate wants satisfied or is to mistake I ride hold on close see me through misty eyes memories flood to wash away just what I did to you today taken in taken for a ride ingrate you stood beside hold on close see me through misty eyes rivulets run and clear the pane on that platform you remain train pulls the wheels slide not ashamed I lied hold on close see me through misty eyes

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roll the stones push them round edges gone until grit paper sharp blow gusset bow sheet fray to rag until just rope tear into matter make dust make dots make deeds constrict . elements are energy in a quantum romance let depth be as vacant as that Tick. Tock Space be not the flag - hung perspective be not the rock - stuck premise listen integrity of force:water and air all redux to their nature

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Dec 17, 2016

Dec 17, 2016 at 3:51 AM UTC

water + air

roll the stones push them round edges gone until grit paper sharp blow gusset bow sheet fray to rag until just rope tear into matter make dust make dots make deeds constrict . elements are energy in a quantum romance let depth be as vacant as that Tick. Tock Space be not the flag - hung perspective be not the rock - stuck premise listen integrity of force:water and air all redux to their nature

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touch leeches tender send consonant vowel consonant vowel eager mind ear rounds the sounds the beat felt feet thump pause thump if hand covers breast-bone we are all stilled the same

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Dec 15, 2016

Dec 15, 2016 at 7:43 AM UTC

'ear

touch leeches tender send consonant vowel consonant vowel eager mind ear rounds the sounds the beat felt feet thump pause thump if hand covers breast-bone we are all stilled the same

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distant water rides rocks twists a sway from sky early mist covers a way leaves drip some of it's wet wait, Sun's heat will appear chasing water home

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Dec 14, 2016

Dec 14, 2016 at 5:13 AM UTC

evaporate

distant water rides rocks twists a sway from sky early mist covers a way leaves drip some of it's wet wait, Sun's heat will appear chasing water home

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gentle rising on a hillside lift for above west wind on sermons guilt from above raptor in eerie scours feeds high above crows in white collars preach of the above song gives wings to charm an above

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Dec 13, 2016

Dec 13, 2016 at 5:42 PM UTC

above

gentle rising on a hillside lift for above west wind on sermons guilt from above raptor in eerie scours feeds high above crows in white collars preach of the above song gives wings to charm an above

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candle flicks orange selflessly spits and pop: pale pips when juice trapped in petroleum wax hits heat and fires to make mists in light a cotton thread ( points vapours ) stutter the dark: yellow the lights lets me see fractions of tar smell sweetly pink in the Valor heater. pressed from thin metal a bomb damped by ribbon squab (broad vapours) starve the cold: red air all weaves shrink as the smoke, a fake evaporate, journey's to the clouds

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Dec 6, 2016

Dec 6, 2016 at 12:26 PM UTC

reply to a ripple

candle flicks orange selflessly spits and pop: pale pips when juice trapped in petroleum wax hits heat and fires to make mists in light a cotton thread ( points vapours ) stutter the dark: yellow the lights lets me see fractions of tar smell sweetly pink in the Valor heater. pressed from thin metal a bomb damped by ribbon squab (broad vapours) starve the cold: red air all weaves shrink as the smoke, a fake evaporate, journey's to the clouds

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