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The Basement Tape (nil)
Contributed by
somedude
on
Tuesday, 6th May 2008 @ 09:18:29 PM in AEST
Topic:
EmotionalPoetry
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Under Octobers feet stands a priest picking up
the ashes of those he ever loved and those
hell never meet. Maybe it was suppose to end
this way? Holy Brother of the Juniper Gardens
with the sackcloth of infertility, a motionless cymbal.
This is the sound of the basement tape;
this is the kingdom of seclusion.
Youll be thrown under the ventricle valleys,
youll be lead away like a widow burying
her stones. Those who choose to follow,
those who choose to eat from the crop
that grows from the anchors
must deny it. But if were to
cut down the rainforests and append
them among the cross,
would we be that much closer to meeting God?
I doubt it! said the Walrus.
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somedude
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2008-05-06 21:18:29]
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Re: The Basement Tape (nil)
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by elle on
Tuesday, 6th May 2008 @ 11:21:40 PM AEST
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| .I love this. . .sincerely love it. . .peace elle. |
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