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Sketches and Scribbles: October 2005
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A Collection of My Poetry. And some of it is good. Friday, October 21, 2005. Frozen feelings - This is my. Liquid stirring - Calling to me. Touch responds to your caress. Your eyes on me. I see the look and to me come. Fearless thoughts - my sanction. Sanctity is not for me. This craze for you stands undenied. For the wait is done - I break my mould. With steps in air, I gasp, my breath. Goes back to sleep. Posted by Camphor at 11:19 PM. Links to this post. The fierce delight of the kill,. Links to this ...
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Sketches and Scribbles: Love Song
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A Collection of My Poetry. And some of it is good. Friday, October 21, 2005. Frozen feelings - This is my. Liquid stirring - Calling to me. Touch responds to your caress. Your eyes on me. I see the look and to me come. Fearless thoughts - my sanction. Sanctity is not for me. This craze for you stands undenied. For the wait is done - I break my mould. With steps in air, I gasp, my breath. Goes back to sleep. Posted by Camphor at 11:19 PM. Nice lines.are these your own. Yeah, they are my own. :).
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Sketches and Scribbles: College
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A Collection of My Poetry. And some of it is good. Monday, June 27, 2005. Dear god, is this guy obnoxious or what? Here I am, minding my own buissness,. Sincere, actually reading up tutorials,. He tells me to switch off my mail account. Anyway, here I was, minding my own buisness,. I admit it must have looked suspicious. With me typing when everyone else's mouse was on the move. But you can't blame me for that, can you? One more day here, and I'll go quite insane. There is now more to bear - the new is.
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Sketches and Scribbles: Reason
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A Collection of My Poetry. And some of it is good. Friday, October 21, 2005. Reason should not serve to justify belief. Would that belief arose from Reason. And the mind was the celebrated point. Emotions were considered a reflection. Of neurochemicals and pressures in the brain. But this is the world of rationalisation. Here the Science of Thought is replaced. By the Art of feelings and instinct. Like a well rehearsed lesson, I repeat. Beliefs that I have seen over 1276 pages. Links to this post:.
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Sketches and Scribbles: Picasso and Me
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A Collection of My Poetry. And some of it is good. Monday, June 27, 2005. Frustrated minds cause no beauty to be. And are not creative, ever, I was told. Say I, pointing to the otherwise plain wall. Where hangs a weatherbeaten imitation Picasso. Trimphant at something I do not understand. I strut around, for finally, it is one for me. Then I wonder - was this master of squiggles. Spotches of great Meanings, as irritated as me? Posted by Camphor at 3:09 AM. Love art, they said, it's the least untrue,.
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Sketches and Scribbles: June 2005
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A Collection of My Poetry. And some of it is good. Monday, June 27, 2005. Dear god, is this guy obnoxious or what? Here I am, minding my own buissness,. Sincere, actually reading up tutorials,. He tells me to switch off my mail account. Anyway, here I was, minding my own buisness,. I admit it must have looked suspicious. With me typing when everyone else's mouse was on the move. But you can't blame me for that, can you? One more day here, and I'll go quite insane. There is now more to bear - the new is.
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Sketches and Scribbles: Eastern / Western
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A Collection of My Poetry. And some of it is good. Tuesday, June 21, 2005. The final barrier is breached,. I now compartmentalize myself. Name, label, fix, breakdown. Answers are in there, Search! Irony that another brings me. When did I stop feeling thoughts? Logic, Science, exact components,. Confirm there are must be a pattern. A beginning there is, and an end. Both beyond explanation, recognition. The Way is lost, Knowledge forgotten. The Sum is more than the part. Feel describe, know all as One.
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Sketches and Scribbles: To the Gathering
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A Collection of My Poetry. And some of it is good. Friday, October 21, 2005. Dipping through the wind and the clouds, darting through the heavy air to reach the thinner one that left spots into her eyes - ah, Shadow. Was reminded of the time she had been flying TO the Gathering rather than now, when she was flying from it. The fierce delight of the kill,. The exultation as my wings tense. And with eyes keen on prey,. My talons flex before they hit the soft flesh. And the yielding weakness. Well, there wa...
