a silver halide holdup
he stole her soul
with click and shutter
and it's there she'll stay:
six by nine in black and white
forever
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fear and watch it grow
a self made man|machine
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words to no end, with
invisible ink by the
invisible hand. a letter
for the dead, but it's
the living that He
writes for.
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i could hide in these headphones
from awkward gaze and putrid stare
living amoungst symphony, song, and orchestra
played out in the space between my ears
i could hide from my life and all that it entails
i could hide in these headphones
from quiet smile and sidelong glance
lost opportunity and possibility
played out in the world before me
i could hide from my life and all that it entails
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What do you want me to write about? What do you want to hear? Do you want noise? Pictures? Music? Words? Poems? LOVE!
Yes!!! want it all - want more - except the noise part - no noise - like the love poems, like the anti political machine stuff - how about some music (music is NOT noise) - share some of your music!
it's all frequency's of energy. you can't have one without the other, so you shall have neither!!!
i want both
i'm greedy...
more words please.
not write now.
yes RIGHT now.
RIGHT NOW!
well let him take his time. he doesn't want to put up crap for the sake of humouring you guys...
he's no machine
(or is he)
cowards, you're cowards... hiding behind anonymity.
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