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The Rift (Free verse) by Bachus Starts at a place
that I cannot recall.
A depravity structured.
The strongest of walls.
Dividing my soul
from the beauty of God.
Keeping me safe
from what is, and what was.
On this side pure darkness.
with sounds that raise hair.
Since, there was never a nexus,
I studied despair.
And I learned to bend shadows.
And the secrets of words
But I never found out
how I could be cured.
Because, fear has been stronger
then what they call love
I can eat it, or make it.
When push comes to shove.
Independent of structure.
Void of all heart.
The rift is my gift,
as it tears me apart.
Up the ladder:
Roundabout
Down the ladder:
John Denver's hang-glider
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Posted: March 8, 2003 1:52 PM PST; Last modified: March 8, 2003 1:52 PM PSTWeighted score: 6.9357347 Overall Rank: 182 Comments:
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painfully aware.
scintillate
she did, and danced on the small floor by the DJ. We had driven between cities, practiced numbers and lines, but still I could only watch and drink. She was with my best friend, anyway.
My brother i send you out with love and forgive you for your hatred of yourself. You have done the imposible and walked away, let's go write an album for ten months you've poemranked yourself to death. stand proud you wrote your mind without lying to yourself. god has always loved you, why have you forsaken him? You are worth it. Let go, Sleep my brother, for our mother is lost but we are found! the darkness approaching we should help these men brave. Focus your energy and smite the ignorant with their own tail chasing. now is the time to concentrate. tomorrow, you will awaken, anew.
Like very much. Do you know who Bachus is?
How wonderful you cannot spell your own pen name: it should be Bacchus, or to be more accurate, Backscuttler.
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