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Inconspicuous day We gather in greatness (a meeting of many) I sit with Poets and painters and prophets alike         casual and comfortable                           surreal and social We talk about                methods and theories (fundamentals of frequencies) And we talk about                dreams and desires (delving in depth) And we talk about               the present and the future (conceptual credences)                          And let us not forget the past... We, the artists, united, bound together                     By lucidity, like minds, creative                                          I list, list, listen to voices I hear conversations about            life and living I hear conversations about            songs and singing I hear conversations about painters painting I hear conversations about love and loving I form limericks in my mind, (mindless, whimsical) And I am think, think, thinking Thoughts and ideas gather and dissipate I transliterate the ideas of others I sense complexity thrilling, (thrilling complexities) And then suddenly, its quiet...
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Aug 9, 2011
Aug 9, 2011 at 12:57 AM UTC
Inconspicuous day
Inconspicuous day We gather in greatness (a meeting of many) I sit with Poets and painters and prophets alike         casual and comfortable                           surreal and social We talk about                methods and theories (fundamentals of frequencies) And we talk about                dreams and desires (delving in depth) And we talk about               the present and the future (conceptual credences)                          And let us not forget the past... We, the artists, united, bound together                     By lucidity, like minds, creative                                          I list, list, listen to voices I hear conversations about            life and living I hear conversations about            songs and singing I hear conversations about painters painting I hear conversations about love and loving I form limericks in my mind, (mindless, whimsical) And I am think, think, thinking Thoughts and ideas gather and dissipate I transliterate the ideas of others I sense complexity thrilling, (thrilling complexities) And then suddenly, its quiet...
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michaelshaddox
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Aug 9, 2011
Aug 9, 2011 at 12:57 AM UTC
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