RE: rumpled still skin?
Lightning, so like branches in a vein. Though this fluid will flow faster, and always with the knowledge of its pension for disaster.
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to the poets writing in darkness
how do we manage avoiding the carnage repairing the damage? "enjoy every sandwich"
sw-0-1
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RE: rumpled still skin?
The light will always find you, though you're locked inside a vault, though you struggle just to breathe, though all life comes to a halt.
sw-0-2
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driving home
Tempest, riding low and dark along the road ahead, ripping, crashing, blowing, a promise full of dread.
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to the poets: summer storm
thunder is grumbling off in the distance life -- always threatening worse is to come
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rumpled still skin?
will i have to resort to shutting the curtains to shield eyes needing rest from your brash display?
se-1-1
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to the poets looking for the light
live for tomorrow and hope for the future all of us pray to meet you someday
nw-1-2
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My son the tyrannosaurus
T rex could stalk to the window and stare with his two fingered claws at the flashing lighting the beginning of his world
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Do not buy your son a tyrannosaurus
beware the hungry dinosaur avoid him as he turns to feast and do not stare even in your dreams when you hear the screams of the dire beast
w-1-4
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summer storm
breaking up the skies above with cracks and bangs and spray, exciting storm welcomed breaks my very boring day.
se-2-0
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summer steam
thunder thunder just the sound suggests the rain is coming round thunder quietly slips away rain may come another day
w-2-1
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lightning
voice of thunder raucous crashing laughter as its camera flashes lightning taken pictures of our awe
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to the poets looking for the monster
hoping to meet a real dinosaur after which we won't be hoping no more! not likely to see them but don't take a chance they'll have you for dinner right after the dance
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RE: My son the tyrannosaurus
That dinosaur ran through my brain. It's every step a thrill. I saw my trusted doctor. He said, "son, just take this pill."
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RE: summer storm
my blood boils up I smile and raise my face, my heart, reviving in these sprays.
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echoes on the mountains
Flash. One, two, three . . . you are right on top of me! Glorious display of lightning I am too tired to watch!
ne-3-1
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RE: echoes on the mountains
the ending and beginning all meld into one and somewhere positive and negative charges are having all the fun.
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RE: lightning
Banging, smashing, crashing. God is just a tease. What day goes by when He does not bring someone to their knees?
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variety monsters
My monsters live all too near, emerging in the night. They taunt me with past errors until the morning light.
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stunning storm
it always starts with tiny drops growing they come slashing down winds rush in and leaves are flying rivers rise, the sky is crying
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RE: stunning storm
all tears start that way moist at first, then flowing. just as all life's sorrows keep growing.
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RE: variety is a spicy monster
Monster errors love to loom inflicting fear with all their might Time brought to play on such as they their size? - a trick of light!
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variety is a spicy monster
the errors of the past never seem to last lost in memory of new errors every day
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vanity of the monsters
never a monster should dare to disturb you who cares what my answer to him would be but monsters are vain and pretend to be fierce laugh in their faces, they'll scuttle away
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