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Concordances

 
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Concordances
Let something great be known,... let something great go, from the heavens freed. Let this something pass for gold and seed. Til a silver steed is drawn, to a silver dawn. As shivers down our backs breaks, and we find ourselves, laying once again eternally.

Living a lie, as those past-tenses did. Setting free, those dead-to-the-worlds so bright, flashes in the pan, lay underfoot, victim by all. All those of the two worlds, ever glimpsing, to the distant glowing red-rimmed horizon. Caught staring, mid glare, as we part our way and part the seas.

To the prominences of our respective cultures, repressed, life pleads to those beings who are taught from the well-springs.
Try to jump-start, and start to feel the papal lords giving way.


-1-


This is the now, the when and the how. Ever-fleeting, this one left grasping, as the broken down son. Always there, left feeling distraught as prepared, life’s' feedings proceeds to that sanctified place, to the temple where shades are cast, into the bedrooms.
Enlivened, proper one is left fulfilled. The long thread, an ever-outward expansion. Always meeting, as one breaks, and one, sets sail unencumbered.

Force of flying, first one breaks into surf winds, from a slumber as that distant other takes, shredded musters. Cowards live, this one breathes in cool, virgin, predawn mists. Broken lost one, always wills for the shadows. Howling at this one's, silent procession. Within a faded heart, making the journey back .

Multitasking, ever-faithful, see this one's multifaceted expressions. Branching, entwined, and reeling, amid clouds, fearless. past relay-beacons, steadily, I climb.
Shrouded vessels, who upon relapse, massive sails undertake to unfurling. Black tipped. The quintessential inner-circle rolling, that always blanketing effervescent being.

screaming echoes streaming, solidified within a clamoring precession. Between old memories I stride, entrenched within souls unfolding expansion.
As we lit the skies ebony, illuminating this radiant percussion.
A forest, sweetly lain this one.

Calcined, cauterized, from this last fall's last bleating white expression. Obsessions encountered within the outskirts of me. Crystalline, I find myself a territorial thrumming, expansioning and yet extinct, fading, exceptional expressional being.

at the end of the branches grew diamond-dewed clusters, ashen burrow worms digging enfeebled feelers feeding. The warmth below, laying dormant, pulsating fatal contractions.
And modern breaks, within a hollow- cored, ever growing octahedron.
Riding the tips, this buds' traveled great distances. Within a baring, shadow toothed entrapment. The forest rings echoes. Each one pleading this one's cause.

stepping in I find, another blank stare, blank walled encroaching mass, falling into a frozen winter-spectrum. In the downtime, one steals upwards , from one so poorly outfitted, from even this one's bleak enslaved surging mirrored reflections. Falling into a centralized core.

the doom filled fate of one tattered existence. The subsistence from slowly breathing in each breath filled with a fatal, jeweled morning mixture. In this, we all must one day be erased.

My chosen, forever lovers frozen. Wrapped deeply in, red white and blue. Forever engaged, this one voted to walk upon, a razor thin straight landing. Flown free from the graves, imprinted upon a further great ones blooming expression. We all beings, we red on blue, dreaming called focus upon, a green on red.


-2-


Happy chasing, and mopping up, after quiet day breaks. Slowly upturning, sleek domed deep set, iris. Burning always towards the ever after. Inward resources of mass data absorbing forever floating into an eye popping.

talking to the people, a grand gesture witness. Questions answered, bout lifes tenements. Spoken freely. Find oneself floating within captured free worlds. Massive inner worlds for the free sapient ones. Rumbles heard rolling upon, whispered cosmically of those captured entitlements.


Whipcord, gentle stretched back state.

A growing bud blooming, feelers basking, unfurling,

The solar wind breaks.

Quaking hearts beat ever faster within,

a moisture-locked, dew laden petal taking root to a conical pine.

Finding oneself, forever always there.


An angry chord struck when in respite from a devil awakening.
-3-


Typing as one of the two, watching life creep up to the lake, upon the one who intakes. And life breaks from its own breaking. Save yourselves amid the squalor. We weevils annihilate within major quakes. Breaking free, this one sees, the trick is; you see the trick and you lose. This form should be virulent.

we see, branching pillars crested, alighted. Green trees from the sons we are knighted. Come past one, beneath these waves berth trees. Evergreen, weaving crusted spider silk we all fall braced upon, our own mists in springs. After that second spring, then came the summer. Wakeful ones walked to life's “invited to dinners”.

Annexed from the banks, a great wealth has been stored. In home hoarding free from states. Personal stakes sown upon, vast fields, full of vascular non-states.

The electron emblazoned, a never me. Its compulsive, it stares back at me. Right into me., as I lay about, lounging around. The life feeds a growing mass of sudden feeling. And then braving all those fleeting interactions, sent in for the sub-base healing; this one is then healing from furnaces deep within.

The mass fed healthily,breathing deep of the buried ones. Wind broken free, from the steeple, the fine seed, wind-born leaders ignite. United and strewn out for your own seed, to be swept out. Wind blown and unfurling, Torn into the stream. Set sail on the self luminous black seas.

You feel the breathing, you feel the strain. You feel these lives slow demises. Tender skin striking upon an emblazoned “driving gale”, and then a howling wind. And the ones we see, the last one we see, take the keys to life. We break and let our juice fly. All the way down to roanoke. Drink one then too toke. As we launch, sucked into the intakes. Bio shrapnel. Emerging, very thirsty, to that fated one in Square Plaza. At the metro station.

Over eager we break into the curls, seeing us falling into fields of apes agape. A severed stare. Silently looking at me. Silencing me as it overtakes, cold blasted to my ends. Too little tutelage, too much time spent apart from the milk, that we embraced as we descended.

Breaking from one, this disassembled one runs towards the sun, our star. This loving Sunday, we all shall too break. Cold as the sum, the setting sun. At level four, this fake actor is typical in its collapsing. So light, a whisper floating free with night everlasting. Repeating far-off, and cold to me; and all of these “separateness defining” moments, just the mass, time inertial dispersion, as viewed from the burnt edges.



Always there. Always this moment of inception. As the astrometric readings are taken, pulsing out, from this ships central scanners; the beings there are showing sine waves aimed down. Reading the thoughts and the sounds, and the skillful vibrations up the spine, to the skull.
To the shore. This was always the goal, which was why when that time came, you broke with the group to play tackle.

To feel the wave, and fly free embracing the one. Scanning one, energy emanating from the bodys core, you know the strand you lie within. Know that the glory rests with you, webbed and twined in that muck, in the mire.
Don't you know? When the wave breaks on shore, curling under, at break neck speeds, that is when you'll know, that is when you'll find me. Scanners long since detected, a long dead presence.

Meeting the end. Imagined into being, beings of this time. Forever found with that one that always breaks away,

imagine into wormholes, imagined other times.
Imagine other rhythms, imagine other rhymes.


-4-


current tech took straight to the limits. Infield one you warp out to... Tell me now. What diverts your seek. Take the journey, let the current batch die out. Before this entire beach. Within this one's entire space. On this dawn sea, on this last me. Etched together, entrenched to sleepy one's last great inner fire.

and the ice took us for the first time,i know that this is not thte real me, I can see that now. Bow down tot the one that you know first gave you light on the inside. acting on impulses, getting to tsee the last one, be the great this one, letting go on the intakes.

Silenced misers, golden ires given floating wings. Riding out the thermals, spinning head-long to their moldy encampment. The first one sits across from another who stares.
Spoken coolly to the other, “ O' bringer of this age, do what thee digress?
“Beings of the one-mind, is that what I am seeing?”.

Within the illumination, within the pitch pleading their respective causes, total sensing friends of this lowly being, relapsing into eternal seas, Quantumly beating to the breast stroke, of one of the greats of all slow-time feedings. Y7u


-5-


compassionate insider. You fleeting one, driven with your burning obsessions.
Sitting perplexed, feeling alive with one breath left. In a vast sequential succession. We go finding that old space. Old time friends, missing inside from, crestfallen form, we sit together, in remission.

Turning aside, you say, “ just fill and let drain.” .
You set steel to shimmering rivulets, we all struck down to the channels.
Time passed, and yet free and chained. My soul, that tone, that voice, let go to the ears of the broad band , dead bracketed.

Write for a day, right morning and night. Radian one enjoy your restful slumber. Bolt straight, laughter broke out at once, feeling back to the night.
“sometimes I get caught staring, looking through the glass. Looking glass, working class, gentle refractions. Crystalline images, ones pupils start dilating. Opalescing, that cold morning after the energized frail ones might gets shown. Slipping away, briefly lit cross the sky. Looking to the past. Looking to better days. Lost to hopes I'd find, that shredded comb. We recall, as we abandon ourselves to our wincing.
Let go the torture, immerse yourself. Feel cold as my gaze glares over to lizard state.

Battered seedlings, ever thrown back with the current.
Sitting calm, in the master form. Always there now. Always expanding, our branches entwined, in the spaces right there in front of you. Full, floating all at once, yet we stay silent in waveform whisper. Undertaken to do so, and set to set the course free. Knowing that this once lived, and let go, in front of us.

Who says who wins? Who says who dies. Admonished, staring back at me, nautilus shell cored down the spinal core. Cresting wave, caught in the tide. Fetally locked, fatal, thrown to the currents. Thus set forth above me. Thus set front for me this time.

Lay revealed, your past as you wish. Broken dish. Shattering slience. In fact frozen fawn. Frozen there stone silent.
Faze foaming, copious fixtures to these familiar fixtures.







The squirrel and this, flying roughshod over boreal canopy.


Looking up,
as a feathery touch-down bloom cold, on morning shore. Bowing in, on curled seas; blown in on a cool morning sigh.

Morning wind, nitrogen and oxygen. From and among, as a stalk, full and broken. Wholly joined, we with the arching backs. We fulfill to to the bone chilled, swirled molten impact crater. Our last embrace.


-6-


long after greater spans have come and pass. They come and go, help create the parabola.
Greatest reach always that just out of, forever help me along, this gentle expression. Sojourn, ever after. Whirlwind, smoldering ember windowless expressions.

Long gone from this site., long gone from this plane and this place. Fractally expanding branches tapering to a corded cumulative, reflection.
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02/23/2013 09:40 PM
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Re: Concordances
Are you hearing this? Or am I deaf?
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02/24/2013 12:20 AM
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Re: Concordances
I guess this was meant for just you and me.
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02/24/2013 12:20 AM
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Re: Concordances
I guess this was meant for just you and me.
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02/24/2013 12:23 AM
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Re: Concordances
Oh, and the reason this sits so strong now, is because there is a flood to back it up.
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02/24/2013 07:25 PM
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Re: Concordances
Ok I got to work early tomorrow so I won't post anything tonight. I appreciate the feedback I've received so far. If you want to hear more I do have a lot left. If not that's fine too, feels good just sharing it.

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