shit |
the sweet burn of whiskey running down your throught like the low blaze of a Cigarette ,
the feeling of making a wish on your cancer giving dandylion, its all blown away like the ashes of a burnt...
Posted by ÄMr. BLAKº on Wed, 24 May 2006 06:10:00 PST |
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Moment of inner freedomwhen the mind is opened & theinfinite universe revealed& the soul is left to wanderdazed & confus'd searching here & there for teachers & friends....
Posted by ÄMr. BLAKº on Fri, 12 May 2006 06:19:00 PST |
jim morrison |
I dropped by to see you late last night But you were out like a lightYour head was on the floor & rats played pool w/your eyesDeath is a good disguisefor late at night......
Posted by ÄMr. BLAKº on Fri, 12 May 2006 06:20:00 PST |
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...I can place myself anywhere inspace or time.I can summon the dead.I can perceive events on other worlds, in my deepest inner mind,& in the minds of others,I canI am...
Posted by ÄMr. BLAKº on Fri, 12 May 2006 06:17:00 PST |
poetry |
An angel runsThru the sudden lightA ghost precedes usA shadow follows us And each time we stopWe fall...
Posted by ÄMr. BLAKº on Fri, 12 May 2006 06:15:00 PST |
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An angel runsThru the sudden lightA ghost precedes usA shadow follows us And each time we stopWe fall...
Posted by ÄMr. BLAKº on Fri, 12 May 2006 06:16:00 PST |
