cant

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    cant
    The flow of time imaginary created in the catacombs of all our minds our designes imperfect .Fawed even worse befor we go to the morgue.As I blend into my surrounds my fears are adjacent parrellell to oppisite to where I'm facing.Life shifted most people you meet are parasitic they prey on your weaknesses and stregths they paint that illusion over your eyes.The most beautiful could bring about your demise but yet something controls me holds me in this place and time.Nothing could replace this moment horrors conconquer my mind my conchance a concubine. To my evils.upheaval of my world lifted then suddenly collaspe as I loss grasp I gasp my last breaths and feel the pain in my flesh.

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    FranzJ commented on cant

    10-14-2009

    I've had a lot of pain and sorrow in my life as of late and I understand your feelings
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    witness713 commented on cant

    05-26-2009

    Your truth comes through in this. I pray that your pain, (whether literal or symbolic) was temporal. I think all art, dark, or otherwise, comes from a place of love...Truth.
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    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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