Temple of the Golden Pavilon

Upon the Wings of the MorningShould ethereal cries come from without These ere twelve cornered skies To no more bide,Upon the Wings of the Morning
but slip these terrestrial bonds, And take flight upon the wings of the morning Leaving only dewdrop tears etched in dawn light memory For those forgotten in the noon-tide light, But if you seek me Look not here But look beyond the twilight years And find me where midnight tears, Beyond black star-light plains Where even memory does dream, And wishes fly on butterfly wings.


Poetry Battle -unnamedSiliconHunter: twisted minds create disturbing lies/relating family vendettas and black blooded goals Bitchslap Harris: our goals is to walk down twisted roads/i know that winter ain\'t cold/it\'s just my soul that is aching/patiently waiting, for a little bit of paper/i never thought the dollar bill would be my savior/ SiliconHunter: paper equals happiness/in imperalist eyes/summers heat is burning/but my soul is so much hotter/swiftly falling/ all is gone/there is no savior for these damned Bitchslap Harris: i don\'t say i\'m in damnation/i say damn this nation/cause i\'m facing war in front of my door/government\'s begginPoetry Battle -unnamed


Inverted momentIf you can count your heart beats, and find the space between, take the moment for a motion, leave the world beside the ocean, wrap time around quicksilver tines, and take flight on mercural wings, find the motion of the moment, and step into the dream.Inverted moment


aslepti slept next to a hammer last afternoon it was the one i used to tear down all the pictures of himaslept
now covering my floor a snowfall of torn images and relationships ruined.
i slept next to a promise last night when i couldn't help but dream of faery tales and my happily ever after.
we tried to vaccuum it all away from the corners of my room but dust and dreams never travel far away.
i slept next to your memory this afternoon when the sun claimed many things dancing on my nude legs
and i s
Devious Comments
What you know you can't explain, but you feel it. You've felt it your entire deviant life, that there's something wrong with the story. You don't know what it is, but it's there, like a splinter in your mind, driving you mad.
You take the blue pill, the story ends. Your browser closes and you believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill, you stay in wonderland. And, I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes.
I offer only the truth, nothing more.
Take: The Red Pill
Take: The Blue Pill
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comment, because you care.
share your love and not your hate.
love the artist, before yourself.
meditate on this.
Random Deviant
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Jen Hudson
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./pwca
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I'm jus' here & now
Oh, and nice journal entry! Sometimes I think it doesn't even cross a person's mind that the only real way of thanking someone for spending the time to comment on something you've done is to just shove it down their throat
Be well.
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spiral out, keep going
the best thanks for commenting one of your works is to comment one of mine!
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Missed havin you around...
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./pwca
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Design UR world , explain UR mind U never DIE because U try ! :icongreece:
~donvito7x
thank you very much for all your comments, dude
nice work as always man
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..: preacha :..
..: the guy behind those rumours regarding your gf :..
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./pwca
:j
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/jaded.blessed.faded/
.:they call me woozie:.
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