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Mikey's Mania: A Joyful Ring

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I'm not afraid, nor feel alone. My head is full of the voices of the soul. My heart is overrun with the lectures of my dreams; the particles of the past channel through my veins. Saturday, May 16, 2009. A ring could be such a simple thing,. If it wasn't a symbol of love;. If the covenant made. Wasn't piously sent from above. In which perpetual circles. Made of metals - Shining;. Forever held in circle binding. Only then would happiness'. Soft descent like a dove. Eternally knowing that no bounds.

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Mikey's Mania: March 2014

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I'm not afraid, nor feel alone. My head is full of the voices of the soul. My heart is overrun with the lectures of my dreams; the particles of the past channel through my veins. Sunday, March 16, 2014. So very long ago,. Were echoes of my fated past,. Broken heart and contrite soul. At once I voiced such tepid thoughts. And thence they came to be. But, what once intended to detail. Became a part of me. Oh, Galatea, maiden! Cold grey stone from cell. Thy conversion hath reduced me. M Thomas Eves, 2004.

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Mikey's Mania: March 2009

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I'm not afraid, nor feel alone. My head is full of the voices of the soul. My heart is overrun with the lectures of my dreams; the particles of the past channel through my veins. Monday, March 30, 2009. Creativity (for the sake of arguement). I'm in a moment of silence. The cacophonous clamor of zealously ungodly things. And the melodious harmony of wildly creative penitence. The dissonance resolves as a catalyst. For my uniquely unverifiable delusion,. Where empiricism bears no certainty;.

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Mikey's Mania: Ode to Wicked-Whit and Habeas Corpus

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I'm not afraid, nor feel alone. My head is full of the voices of the soul. My heart is overrun with the lectures of my dreams; the particles of the past channel through my veins. Thursday, May 7, 2009. Ode to Wicked-Whit and Habeas Corpus. T’was Theutus that demon god. Who had betwixt us mirrors wrought. A blinding fold of occultic smoke. So we took of which thou had spoke. Our case we plead and it is thus. Are we to blame… or Theutus? It was not smoke, but golden fruit. Need I now these prosecute?

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Mikey's Mania: My Dream

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I'm not afraid, nor feel alone. My head is full of the voices of the soul. My heart is overrun with the lectures of my dreams; the particles of the past channel through my veins. Saturday, May 16, 2009. In arms, a dog I carried along. For she was old and not so strong. Her ribs did twitch and shook her bod. My feet too were cold and unshod. It was late and t'wards home we did go. Her eyes gazed at me through the maelstrom of snow. Though, I could run, her walk was slow. But never without her would I go.

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Mikey's Mania: Meta Physics

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I'm not afraid, nor feel alone. My head is full of the voices of the soul. My heart is overrun with the lectures of my dreams; the particles of the past channel through my veins. Thursday, May 7, 2009. With magic and adrenaline. Today I beat them all. I ran twice as fast. And was ten times less visible. Mortal life is a luxury. And this carcass it’s logo. M Thomas Eves, 1995. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). He Give Not Love. Ode to Wicked-Whit and Habeas Corpus. Sweets for My Sweet.

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Mikey's Mania: He Give Not Love

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I'm not afraid, nor feel alone. My head is full of the voices of the soul. My heart is overrun with the lectures of my dreams; the particles of the past channel through my veins. Thursday, May 7, 2009. He Give Not Love. Where man doth take but not to wife. Leaves he behind a broken life. His bastard child from the start. Unstable fight to fall apart. Like an ass to carry a heavy load. Leaden far too; bear alone. He gives no love, nor conscience of. His broken hearted son. Breed forth ache,.

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Mikey's Mania: Pygmalion Tea

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I'm not afraid, nor feel alone. My head is full of the voices of the soul. My heart is overrun with the lectures of my dreams; the particles of the past channel through my veins. Sunday, March 16, 2014. So very long ago,. Were echoes of my fated past,. Broken heart and contrite soul. At once I voiced such tepid thoughts. And thence they came to be. But, what once intended to detail. Became a part of me. Oh, Galatea, maiden! Cold grey stone from cell. Thy conversion hath reduced me. M Thomas Eves, 2004.

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Mikey's Mania: Sweets for My Sweet

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I'm not afraid, nor feel alone. My head is full of the voices of the soul. My heart is overrun with the lectures of my dreams; the particles of the past channel through my veins. Thursday, May 7, 2009. Sweets for My Sweet. At work they gave me candy. I ate two canes myself. I knew you’d like these flavors. I took two (for you) off the shelf. I brought them very carefully. I didn’t want them to break. Cause candy canes are good you know. But fragile for heaven’s sake. So here My Sweet two sweets for you.