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The Rhythm of Picking Sides
by MrDaMan
Virgil R. Hall II (Randy)
Circles of energy, electric anger in love…
The falling sky, ominous and foreboding presses gravity upon
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My ship is waiting and I have to go.
Yes, this is our farewell. I won't say I'll
Return, sweet Princess. But I won't forget
The fairest of the maids who dropped their veils
And laundry baskets...
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Ghosts
by MrDaMan
Virgil R. Hall II (Randy)
Coming to terms with the tricks our minds play, fact or fiction? From what perspective are the dots connected? Patterns of...
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I'll go with ice
and maybe death
will come to offer me
a frosty rest.
I know I'll feel no pain,
as all my limbs grow numb.
I'll sleep beneath
a comforter of snow.
The body's wise.
First...
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Macabre Meditations on my Mother
By Reid Baer
I fear I was abandoned as
a baby by my mother on
the steps of a nearby mental
institution to be reared by...
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Why all the blood, you ask? Simply put, an abattoir is a slaughterhouse. This is an allegorical cinepoem that reveals a harsh world in which we feel no shock from the constant slaughter of souls,...
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I fix the Windsor knot
just like my dad.
You said "Oh, no!
The style is now the half."
Debated often
I would not get mad
I hid my meek defiance
with a laugh.
I found the perfect tie
for...
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Once Pan, the God of mischief and of mirth,
Conceived a plan the mortals to dismay.
Argatos bred the saddest folk on earth.
It's there they say the men complained all day.
So Pan their prayers...
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