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When the thing Is about oneself The meaning Gets lost Taking time to See the scratched back Of the coin or the ripped Page of a tossed, two week Newspaper or the cry Within the shelter, muffled by The mad white clothed men Makes all the difference The refrigerator knocks twice I speak of that, the noises within Or the questions of alarms gone Wrong for a job whose song is Tuned by the howling of stray dogs Is my life at present; I write this Because wine has been spilt, speaking Not in code for to hide is to flee Child-like & temporarily A call in the dark - life is like that A shriek in the forest A hymn underneath wooden stairs Littered with the sawdust of a carpenter Who hung by his faith A long time ago A man I did not know A perspective that hardens, yet melts Like the first and last snow Life and Death Play such roles In our lives The Fact Is quite hard To let go And simply Start living With it   Our minds are Programed to make The lives we possess More important than The other's that surround us To get past that To step away from that To walk toward selflessness With our feet no longer ours; The mast splintered, broken, thrown out To a sea no longer ours; rocks to bone To treasure so sought lost for all others; The eyes show the weight of all within. An Act of Dissolving: Becoming free From all Who are Around thee
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Sep 18, 2012
Sep 18, 2012 at 5:02 PM UTC
An Act of Dissolving
When the thing Is about oneself The meaning Gets lost Taking time to See the scratched back Of the coin or the ripped Page of a tossed, two week Newspaper or the cry Within the shelter, muffled by The mad white clothed men Makes all the difference The refrigerator knocks twice I speak of that, the noises within Or the questions of alarms gone Wrong for a job whose song is Tuned by the howling of stray dogs Is my life at present; I write this Because wine has been spilt, speaking Not in code for to hide is to flee Child-like & temporarily A call in the dark - life is like that A shriek in the forest A hymn underneath wooden stairs Littered with the sawdust of a carpenter Who hung by his faith A long time ago A man I did not know A perspective that hardens, yet melts Like the first and last snow Life and Death Play such roles In our lives The Fact Is quite hard To let go And simply Start living With it   Our minds are Programed to make The lives we possess More important than The other's that surround us To get past that To step away from that To walk toward selflessness With our feet no longer ours; The mast splintered, broken, thrown out To a sea no longer ours; rocks to bone To treasure so sought lost for all others; The eyes show the weight of all within. An Act of Dissolving: Becoming free From all Who are Around thee
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ashby-brown
Sep 18, 2012
Sep 18, 2012 at 5:02 PM UTC
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