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my condolencesI found myself in a sad position of making Condolences to people I swore I was just meeting for the first time, Dressed quite accurately for a role of courtesymy condolences
That made me feel like I was lying to a stranger Who needed comfort with something familiar
I remember this man visiting my father the day he had a stroke His face was nameless to my eyes Yet I heard father talk of him, repeatedly. But childishly I confess I never really bothered remembering Names of people I swore I would never have to remember.
Looking at surrounding photographs
I desperatel


facing heights without netsSince I was 3 I fell in love with photographs that were alive with more pigments than I knew the names for. Inside of their pixels I found a home for my feetfacing heights without nets
I learned to grow webs from my axons that reached into every crevice of wilderness And felt the sensation of their secrets trickle back and light my eyes and heart in flaming excitement.
And I cried the day when I was taught that My photographs were turning into a dull grey
And I was a part of some kind of systemic infection that broke down the colours
I spent years learning the names for.  


I'm stuck in an elevatorThere are mornings when I would know the scene was too coldI'm stuck in an elevator
outside of my down blanket. I would put my song on repeat as though it's verbatim would protect me from those gremlins I like to think are waiting for me outside my bed frame.
There are days when I would rather stare where the blue skies meet the
resting red rays of sunlight as it slips into the backdrop. It makes me think of taking my 5th dimension, and bend it, so I can cross over what keeps me from being within the space-less fraction.
There are nights when I would rather crease myself in album pages
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Puppy Love

Lost friend 3Despite the awareness of theLost friend 3
impact you've had and taken I hadn't expected it to be this hard not to say a word to you it would seem I had no idea of how much you matter to me
Even with this a concious message I believed I'd never cry for you I sorely doubted that I'd miss you I thought this would end without amiability
but I was wrong.
I really appreciate the fave.
It means the world to me, coming from an
artist as talented as yourself, and I
bow in gratitude for the act of kindness.
I'll be completely honest. I feel that my
poetry stinks, and that I'm not a real
poet, but the purpose of my writings are
not standard art. It's a spiritual art
that started when I achieved a
connection with the Universe and with
the world around me.
A good 90% of the writings that are
posted in my gallery are those which are
wrote during meditation. They lack the
proper grammatical structure common in
most good works of poetry, they often
have invented words, they have no
capitalization and even others have no
form of punctuation, but this is because
I type the poems on here exactly as they
are wrote on the meditation paper during
my evening practice.
I'd love to learn a little more about
you, if you have the time. What inspires
you? Where do you get this inspiration
from? There are a million questions that
I'd love to ask...
Again, thank you for the kind fave. It
means the world to me.
-Sean-
AIM- healedstronger
Yahoo! Messenger- spiritualrocket
Thanks very much for the
--
There's always a better poem just out of reach.
Words create situations
The roots of the future run deep
--
Shamelessly proud mother of =Mr-Ie
"There are two tragedies in life.
One is not to get your hearts desire.
The other is to get it."
George Bernard Shaw
--
"He not busy being born is busy dying." -Zimmerman
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