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Quinnie
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Posts: 100
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Registered: Apr 2009

posted July 19, 2009 05:02 PM     Click Here to See the Profile for Quinnie     Edit/Delete Message
You are cordially invited to Rest
With the followers of the Robin Red Breast
You are senseless to
The I of you
But not to the I of me
You are speaking with advanced address
Talk like your words wear appealing dress
You are honesty,
The lie of the minute past,
But not to the lIe of me.
The hand of your arm is a directory
The hand of the clock, a director's fee
You are surface clue
And answers to
But not asked of from the I of me.
Be what you have set free
For freed is the notion of what IS, to be
You are what you say and do
And Being I am
But not I am you.
A silver spanner turns the screw
of another coloured, boxed in shoe
I show
The talking host
As I keep walking, my feet the most.
Another day and night that came
might never ever tame the shrew
of the I of me who takes the view of me
in the I of, I of you.

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Quinnie
Knowflake

Posts: 100
From:
Registered: Apr 2009

posted July 19, 2009 05:04 PM     Click Here to See the Profile for Quinnie     Edit/Delete Message
For whom do I write
For whom's release?
For whom's room
For whom's lease?
Who is the author
of the doom
Who is the releaser
who is the whom?

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Quinnie
Knowflake

Posts: 100
From:
Registered: Apr 2009

posted July 19, 2009 05:46 PM     Click Here to See the Profile for Quinnie     Edit/Delete Message
Is abstraction
subtraction
of earthly distraction
Gazed as protraction
of word and reaction?

The same
The same disguises itself
and is repeated back and forth
In and out
No longer Circular
But parallel lines.
Before there was restraint
Because all things blended into each other
an eternity
But now I do not know what to do with these fallen angles
Fallen because they do not shape
into the degree
of what is known as 'square'
Am I not a shape?
Or am I merely a line
Because
They try to define
Who I am?
Tell 'them' then
of circular repeat
I've just gone over there
Didn't you see me
Where I disappear
Immersed in parallel lines
For when a line returns to itself
It is a circle
And all resides in it.

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T
Knowflake

Posts: 735
From:
Registered: Apr 2009

posted July 21, 2009 08:53 AM     Click Here to See the Profile for T     Edit/Delete Message

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