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Forgive Us Our Trespasses Unnatural man-made monstersForgive Us Our Trespasses by ~Nausicaa-blu
creep like acid over the ground.
Where once the family of nature say,
Its replaced with a static, cold sound.
I have dreams of lying in a field of tall grass,
I am drunk with the scent of the earth.
I am luminous, naked, and pregnant,
The life inside me is ready for birth.
Quickly, though, dark clouds cover the sky--
Breath is heavy, my mind starts to reel..
I push out an abomination:
A dead mass of cement and steel.
Oh how man must consume and destroy;
Knowledge void of the natural way.
In this world of the asphalt clover-leaf,
I have no intention to stay.
Flatten the metal steamroller;
Leave th
Shift As a race, we shall see no darker days.Shift by ~Nausicaa-blu
The sky will be black; the sun and its rays
Will be a sad and sick reminder to us
That our thoughts and acts turned the red orb to dust.
That out hate and ill-will burnt the ground.
The natural life we knew will no longer be found.
Lift your heads and listen to the vibration of fate.
Drop your masks and weapons; rethink your hate.
We have the free-will to let opposing poles collide,
Or let them co-exist, living side by side.
Turn your thoughts to your brain, the right and left.
How can they be so different and yet still be a set?
Yes, my dear thinkers, both free and chained.
Through a shi
To Know Her To Know HerTo Know Her by ~Nausicaa-blu
To look at her, one might think she's right as rain.
What does she say to herself in her silence?
Do her eyes have a wandering need for guidence?
Is her composure one of confidence or vain?
Surely there's no hidden , creeping violence--
No quiet volitale balance of sciene
Wracking round and round her brain.
To know her, though, to know her--
To finally hear those tethered words,
You'd believe she were spitting sulfer.
And her peircing eyes stick like spurs.
A twisted albatross of a heart she harbors,
For which, sadly, there is no cure.
Natalie 2/19/08
never let anyone no bread for daysnever let anyone by ~otterhare
hollowed,
we suck the hollow bones.
there are hatchets in the switchgrass,
there are switchblades in the corn,
we are empty and erasing data,
flinging motherboards too far.
you turn to me and say,
THE EMPTINESS IN ME IS THE GOBI DESERT
and i wonder,
what about the sahara? it is right
next door.
unfold I. unfoldunfold by ~nonamepsalmist
We loved (oh god.) like a diagram-
both withholding and instructional.
There were three lives there.
The first and second were slipping-
the third wasn’t really a life at all.
Lanky, they hinged upon the other and
were triumphantly linked
in their ruin.
It was an attempt
at re-working fate, at recovering
a forgotten meant-to-be thing. We set
the spin of our days
to the different tick
of your pocket watch.
saint by ~little33cat
Sickened 
Sta.sh
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