Balancing Act
the battered cairnin the covered courtyard I sat on the rocks staring at the mossy forgotten man who tumbled water from his head down his shoulders to pool around him and spread awaythe battered cairn
and later I thought of him as I wandered through the sleepy corridors of the labyrinth they call University lost in the passageways and looking for a room that never was
how simple, little stalwort man to stand there running water through your cracks and crevices O fingerless, formless stone
could we perhaps switch? just for a day, I'll stand
abortion.my sweet sister euphoria-- with her slender form bulging and her three moons of bliss lays now in the hospitalabortion.
swimming in a sea of morphine she wanders in and out of consciousness while the precious sexless parcel
waits in her womb to slip out unformed, its kidneys undeveloped its soul unattatched?
it writes in blood its message 'dead on arrival'
goodbye
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Flickr : ePhotoZine : FotoKritik
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Keep doing things the way you do.
I really love your poem on your pic "Knights in white satin" ^^
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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The Angry Deviant
Random Deviant
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don't let your love
become a delicate display.
... all my love and adoration.
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