8/15/05

embedded within the history's mysteries are her stories of when, then and now
how we came into existence
is it the chicken or the egg
sent ahead of time
to those blinded by signs
stop...go
it's when you know to proceed
to read between the lines
hidden as i pantomime
sometimes i can rhyme
but is it a meaninglesss existence?
as a ripple can become a wave
made
i drift
swollen of these ex-states see
me
be
three times nine i find
colors
rhymes
are padded the mad hatted said:
thrice stories slayed sooth
it's thy youth for the truth
and i exchanged what i posses to reprosses what was once mine

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a very good friend visited....

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comment from me in 2008, i don't remember who the hell visited i'm guessing it was Lovely