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| Destitute...
by hashcannon at 10/15/2008 11:37:09 AM
Destitute...
As I grip the hand, this hooded fallacy
putrid skin dark & as cold as ice
sulfur eyes as dead as night
pointing, an overpass and how to forget the past
as the words "trust me", emi...
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| Stormy..
by hashcannon at 10/15/2008 11:31:36 AM
stormy
suddenly without warning they come
raiding the sky with unwelcome uncertainty.
Lingering with purpose they tease, tricking
us into denial, a flash, a flicker, a false dawn.
Yet they stay...
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| Insanity...
by hashcannon at 10/15/2008 11:30:24 AM
insanity
What is life but a cycle, of hate, love, and loss.
We are all but pawns, around the board we are tossed.
Yet we don’t care, we live our lives on.
We stop and we stare, at someone who’s ...
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| remedy...
by hashcannon at 4/16/2008 6:41:34 PM
remedy...
looking down i found my path
her arms were awaiting me...outstretched
always enveloping me... so dark had i strayed
perception distorted, I had lost my way
i couldn't even begin to...
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| your eyes...
by hashcannon at 4/16/2008 6:39:50 PM
your eyes have taken my soul
they hold me as none has before
the grasp is unbearable but,
i long for it, bear down on me
in them i have found the peace
and beauty that i require to be whole
w...
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| touch....
by hashcannon at 3/20/2008 6:56:07 AM
I still feel your touch
I still see your face
I reach out
You disappear
I cry, alone
I feel your hand again, wiping my tear
I hear your voice
"You’ll be ok" it’s your softened whisper
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| crossroads....
by hashcannon at 3/20/2008 6:53:41 AM
Crossroads...
in the city, it's hard work finding a crossroads
the right mix of magic and midnight desolation
my friend from New Orleans, John, told me how
when the time was right, i sat on a p...
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