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the future is a fearful bird

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the future is clear and frightful.
paths of granite and gold
flush with new-born winds.
destiny and fate guided
by some old, stoic hand.
we’re all gonna be dopers,
we’re all gonna be gods,
we’re all gonna be dead before
we know what happened

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February 28, 2011 at 3:56 pm

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the road is bright
and calling.
freedom stands
at the far end
of journey;
a beautiful reward.
so begin,
I am beside you.
your steps are mine.

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February 26, 2011 at 2:55 pm

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the seas wash over my feet,
rushing and crashing into
my heart. it’s all to much.
overwhelmed and panicked
I turn to the depths that
have so long occupied me.
it’s not a perfect system,
but it is at least mine.

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February 25, 2011 at 1:36 pm

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I called your name
when I woke up
from a dream
last night.
I called your name
and stared into
the quiet darkness.

Written by burrben

February 25, 2011 at 1:11 pm

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musings on a very near death

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death spoke to me
in a soft, sweet voice,
my mind filled with fear
but my heart rejoiced.

she place her hand
gentle on my heart,
whispering “it will soon
come time to start.”

and I worried that the times
of my soul’s debase
would cost me the warmth
of my Lord’s embrace.

but this final warning
wasn’t a terrifying scene.
rather the loving exhort
of a silent, winter’s dream.

Written by burrben

February 21, 2011 at 3:45 pm

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quiet and beating
slowly evolving
growing within
the heart, flowering
into love and
desire. a perfect
beginning for
two failures.

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February 17, 2011 at 3:00 am

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my hand trembles
as the thought of
your glowing body
skips across my mind,
leaving me slightly
out of breath and
with a smile that
could stretch to
Constantinople.

Written by burrben

February 15, 2011 at 2:56 pm

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