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NCN World Poet Tree: Frustration |
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21 Dec 2005 @ 14:46 by judih : what kinda life 21 Dec 2005 @ 21:05 by silviamar : we trudge onto tomorrow and tomorrow comes with the pocket full of rocks ready to be thrown over the path, a new path ready to be walked, a new walk ready to be wrong. Am I wrong? Who is right? I see the wall, the wall behind the closed door waiting for my naiveness to run through it again, and a door behind that wall and my puzzled face behind. 21 Dec 2005 @ 21:44 by jstarrs : And behind the puzzled face.. ..comes the next trace of self insisting it's pre-sense like a lace veil and next thing it's gona be telling me I'm gonna need a bunch of hail mary's to ease my troubled mind but in time and at the back of everything every thing will be let go of. 22 Dec 2005 @ 15:51 by judih : i wanna let go i wanna let my people go my problems go my worries, gravity and selfishness go i wanna let sighs and goodbyes and sometimes go one day at the back of the wardrobe when lions and witches all let go i'll find the answer to the puzzle and the puzzle will turn to dust 22 Dec 2005 @ 20:30 by jmarc : Nice to see this manifestation of an early morning thought. Don't stop! ************************************ Thanks, Jose...we're not sure where this newslog is going but we hope it'll be bursting with peoples poet trees. Oh, and 'jamming' higly encouraged. Prose for display as an individual article can be sent to me or any of the members here...enjoy! 22 Dec 2005 @ 20:53 by jstarrs : and then I give it all away... and then I give it all away and what I have to show for it? dust. Dur Us Sur Te! In fact nothing but empt'ness then into this space, see, this not thing crawled a speeg baby seed call diss ire with a maw the size of your biggest thought and he come scrawling bigger getting running through frusting again & again. 23 Dec 2005 @ 09:38 by judih : strate frust strate through the gate of frust thrust the mighty maw of d.zire quintessential mire, again and again like a swirling dinosaur in a california carousel tarred and feathered, whether or not it's real don't matter cause we feel the straits of frust in our humanoid empty gust, swirl, whirl tar pit traffic circle no rightaway now or never round and round frustratingly slow retard dead dead dead d.sire knocks while small folks exit, major mouths diatribe till the time crumbles all dust in an earthbound sneeze 23 Dec 2005 @ 14:40 by jstarrs : Wow... ....stopped in my tracks! 27 Dec 2005 @ 21:02 by judih : tracked last track loops in my mind turn, turn, turn final sound hooked i hang on to a bitter chance encounter a hidden leech in muddy water somewhere there's a sunshine fact waiting to be gleaned someday there'll be a hand outstretched to pull me from the mud of present tense
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