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Walking On Lincoln
Contributed by
snc54
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Sunday, 9th September 2012 @ 12:57:19 PM in AEST
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I feel on a thousand moons,
Like a thousand suns.
Where aliens roam,
Jesus dares,
and the Devil runs.
The oceans are below me,
But I am not in the skies.
I am walking with visionaries,
I am running through time,
Searching for someone in disguise.
I look over and see the skeletons
Coming from the garden.
The guide my sight,
Pointing at the soft light,
As it begins to harden.
I laid my head down on a soft pillow.
I stared out my window,
Closed my eyes,
Entered reality
And let out hello.
Now we all observe the bird in the dirt.
We have our heads cocked, we are tip toed.
We feed flows of boredom,
Mixed with the bright emotion of excitement,
As our minds implode.
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Re: Walking On Lincoln
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by emystar on
Monday, 10th September 2012 @ 01:45:11 AM AEST
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Don't know anything about hallucinogenics but this is great writing.
Blessings,
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Re: Walking On Lincoln
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by xHeathenx on
Monday, 10th September 2012 @ 04:18:08 AM AEST
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A beautiful writing, sharing a message that falls soft on me, for a failure to relate.
I can see the cosmos
I can see ideology
Topped upon its head
I can see a young man
Plagued by visions of the dead
I can see all these things
Simply by reading this poem. |
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