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ecrivan Member Elite
since 2001-12-10
Posts 3923my own state 
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Again air drips water holes fill beneath foot marks gentry migrates work to home back again photo on wall pasted smile lip gloss chapped oral grooves can tell me if I work to live Again man submits to a lash flashes a form signs on the line submits to routine even a bloody holiday repeats itself with no real outlet but to repeat from the air that drips the water holes that fill the frames that collect dust sun bathe or submit If one works to live jump from check to check pictures of themeselves lose meaning how much I am not alive outside routine bar hop superficial talk submission or kiss pavement leave the chain gang. live with the bears return to nature |
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Bodger Senior Member
since 2005-06-12
Posts 1260Tolerance for a short time |
You put more together in these words Than others Do in tombs Dave |
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ecrivan Member Elite
since 2001-12-10
Posts 3923my own state |
thanks for the comment, it is rich in imagry  |
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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa |
Enjoyed your poem, but don't know much about that world - I live "with the bears" and milk the honey and lemon juice out of every moment. - Owl |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
I can understand the "routine" thing and the feeling of not being fully alive but at the end of the day we do what we have to in order to survive ... until we find our passion which may not be this time around. As they say - enjoy the journey! |
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