MistressDREAD -> RE: МIŞŦЃΞŞŞ ÐREÂЧ™ MΧ§.WRÎTÎÑG§ o====·.,¸,.-·< (11/30/2004 4:01:35 PM)
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REPOSE OF TWO TO DRUNK o====·.,¸,.-·< o====·.,¸,.-·< no matter how many times you soap your hands in ritual lather or drink till drunk it never hides the man whom was the beast you cannot erase those brown stains of a life marked by choices: o====·.,¸,.-·< o====·.,¸,.-·< A brass horn shared by brothers and sisters in a land of dreams? And what can I bring o====·.,¸,.-·< o====·.,¸,.-·< for a life time of longing for an uncommon journey warm flesh a beating heart a mind burning in thoughts of sweet sights of unbeliefs\ o====·.,¸,.-·< o====·.,¸,.-·< Guilt is born out of a taste for flesh a young bull fattened on milk you've split the darkness with My honey your seed cut deep o====·.,¸,.-·< o====·.,¸,.-·< sound of exotic instruments air from your nostrils sitars, ocarinas, dulcimers, whispering with a somehow ordered passion with a question of Power bent on words o====·.,¸,.-·< o====·.,¸,.-·< the ability of a Queen of a High Reach to lend down and grasp up the face of such a beast so sweet its tongue ruff in its cleaning in Our backwoods hamlet o====·.,¸,.-·< o====·.,¸,.-·< The leftovers of forty acres and a mule per man the bull in the barn as it twinkles in the darkened Jahs sky o====·.,¸,.-·< o====·.,¸,.-·< ahhh maybe but With these and a poem or two I manage to enclose myself hold out the deciete around me and the politics o====·.,¸,.-·< o====·.,¸,.-·< The breath within flesh gives motion the sound calls up spirits in the shapes of animals just under the thin edge of mind o====·.,¸,.-·< o====·.,¸,.-·< [:)] MistressDREAD™®© n Fullfilledbull22 11/04
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