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tides are higher now,

flooding the paths.


he walked the mud,

bringing the footsteps back to us.


we mop the floors, when the rain stops.


if you leave the boots to dry,

the earth will knock off, neatly.


there was a partial eclipse, the tides are high.

he was a gardener.

sbm.

he was a gardener. sbm.
 Mar 2015 Ata
CA Guilfoyle
Watching a turbulent sky
birds in the drowning clouds, cry
 Mar 2015 Ata
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Gold
 Mar 2015 Ata
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A wise oracle once said,
"Men shall become slaves
to the mocking light
of a yellow stone
They shall wage
wars over it
They shall go mad
with fanaticism
They shall blind themselves with
its emptiness and
care for it as their valuable catastrophe

It will ******* weak hearts
It will trick the righteous in a dark,bottomless pit
with no way out for anyone

...

In the end that magnificent,
sparkling stone
will bring out the hungry beasts
in all of us
and polish them
taint them cunningly
with its infinitely depthless beauty"
All that glitters is not gold.
The inspiration from this one came from my Economics professor who said gold had no practical value. And that made me think how something so worthless can actually cause so many problems. Oh what a big allegory for greed.
 Mar 2015 Ata
CMD
words.
 Mar 2015 Ata
CMD
be a creature of passionate

wor(l)ds.

acutely taste the

wildness.
 Mar 2015 Ata
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 Mar 2015 Ata
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We are all a little fragile
you and me

*but that's just being human
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