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Gnostalgia Squared Times Three (What I Th'ought I Knew I reCalled)
Gnostalgia forwhat neverwas, but eyeknow
it was, eyeknow it was and it was it was
t'rue, little booboo, yes I knew I know it
was t'rue
as aye f'orced myself to farce a cure for myown
modificated heart ,[pay'tention to d'voids, me lovin lovlies],
things like this'this like were all ways meant to just
never be, yet
be they w'ill, well circumscribed to spin about my love's
circumference, wide-circle, tight-wove[n], flappy feathers
flyin' for love for peace [at least in little pieces[, wh'ere Thee
FearFull dare not there to tread
like a like ah like uh......(like)un'other similicious metaphoranian
j y o k e /
such a'brupted ends m a k e no
eXCuse /
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Published 20th Oct 2015
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20th Oct 2015 9:24pm
such a'brupted ends m a k e no
eXCuse /
Excellent ending, Danny. Your poems are like treasure hunts. You have to weave
and dig to find the gems of meaning. But, when you do they shine brightly.
eXCuse /
Excellent ending, Danny. Your poems are like treasure hunts. You have to weave
and dig to find the gems of meaning. But, when you do they shine brightly.
20th Oct 2015 10:03pm
20th Oct 2015 10:54pm
"Gnostalgia forwhat neverwas".. this alone sets my mind into deeper seeking paths..
you never cease to make me ponder thru your end, the multitude of meanings..
*praises and thankins.. o witty one! mwah.
" f'orced myself to farce a cure for myown
modificated heart"
&
"..flyin' for love for peace [at least in little pieces[.."
~powered lines..& you cinch these ideals in the brain.. mindpics approved..
ever enjoy, Sirz o D, these peekings into your thoughts..
hugs n awes
~d
you never cease to make me ponder thru your end, the multitude of meanings..
*praises and thankins.. o witty one! mwah.
" f'orced myself to farce a cure for myown
modificated heart"
&
"..flyin' for love for peace [at least in little pieces[.."
~powered lines..& you cinch these ideals in the brain.. mindpics approved..
ever enjoy, Sirz o D, these peekings into your thoughts..
hugs n awes
~d
21st Oct 2015 3:56am
havin no idear what i'm writin'bout, your comments are gold to me, dearest.
21st Oct 2015 00:13am
memory plays tricks -
I've got a dove
up my sleeve
whatever the agnostics
believe, I
love it -
just lemme underline that...
I've got a dove
up my sleeve
whatever the agnostics
believe, I
love it -
just lemme underline that...
21st Oct 2015 3:57am
31st Oct 2015 1:13am
It's all tricksy, my dear... All the beings and never-was-but-must-have-beens, and yets-to-be. Something to do with time not being as linear as we see it :)
Grand. Love coming back to you.
Grand. Love coming back to you.
31st Oct 2015 4:32am
thank ye, dear...........seems that Time
& everything else wee think wee know ain't what wee thinks it........
Our
intelligence proves itself pretty fckn stupid at every turn.
but, so what? wee are God, so fuck us if wee can't take our own joke......
eye could be wrong
& everything else wee think wee know ain't what wee thinks it........
Our
intelligence proves itself pretty fckn stupid at every turn.
but, so what? wee are God, so fuck us if wee can't take our own joke......
eye could be wrong
