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*A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing.* Ecclesiastes 3:5. long, long long have I known the contradictory meaning thereof, for I authored it, time immemorial till the day came when understanding parted, left for another prophet, another poet, for this how the world's words go, round and around left me re commencing re imaging re imagining, new era words, newer versions, new heards newer mergings stones and embraces ha! "Two of my favorite things" no, that's been done... "Let's go get ****** and..." nope, that's been done So, spark sublime divine give me a second chance, compose me a vision that gathers these mutual funds of contrasting similarities in a bow tied connection singular, worthy of song and daily recitation! *her embrace was a stone necklace around my throat, sackcloth was my shroud, to the sea bottom was impaled, by the stony apparition of the unrequited embrace* Ugh *My beloved's embrace, cracked the stones that surround my uncaring register, the cold still waters that hid it now boiling from her gathering me in* better. one last try before I repent *embrace the stones that obstacle the journey, gather them in, together keep, for they are the markers, you have used, you have been, you have exhausted, so long after the body ashed, these words will trace for those that follow the path you marked with these same stones you gathered in olden days of simple joyous embrace* this will, must have to do, for the stones of the angels of sleep have arrived and undeterred, upon my chest have, inscribed and placed, while bidding me adieu, tucking me in, gathering me to my rest, a closing eyeing embracing, in drowsy voices half clear: sleep prophet, the work done, the words piled, the stones now mark your the you final resting place upon them ecrivez, In The Future, Keep It Simple Stupid
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Jan 6, 2014
Jan 6, 2014 at 5:58 PM UTC
Stones and Embraces
*A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing.* Ecclesiastes 3:5. long, long long have I known the contradictory meaning thereof, for I authored it, time immemorial till the day came when understanding parted, left for another prophet, another poet, for this how the world's words go, round and around left me re commencing re imaging re imagining, new era words, newer versions, new heards newer mergings stones and embraces ha! "Two of my favorite things" no, that's been done... "Let's go get ****** and..." nope, that's been done So, spark sublime divine give me a second chance, compose me a vision that gathers these mutual funds of contrasting similarities in a bow tied connection singular, worthy of song and daily recitation! *her embrace was a stone necklace around my throat, sackcloth was my shroud, to the sea bottom was impaled, by the stony apparition of the unrequited embrace* Ugh *My beloved's embrace, cracked the stones that surround my uncaring register, the cold still waters that hid it now boiling from her gathering me in* better. one last try before I repent *embrace the stones that obstacle the journey, gather them in, together keep, for they are the markers, you have used, you have been, you have exhausted, so long after the body ashed, these words will trace for those that follow the path you marked with these same stones you gathered in olden days of simple joyous embrace* this will, must have to do, for the stones of the angels of sleep have arrived and undeterred, upon my chest have, inscribed and placed, while bidding me adieu, tucking me in, gathering me to my rest, a closing eyeing embracing, in drowsy voices half clear: sleep prophet, the work done, the words piled, the stones now mark your the you final resting place upon them ecrivez, In The Future, Keep It Simple Stupid
Pretty bad poetry, bad pretty poetry...but the spoof is the goof!
nat-lipstadt
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99/M/NYC/Lippstadt/Kraków
Jan 6, 2014
Jan 6, 2014 at 5:58 PM UTC
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