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I walk to the river with my paper and dip it in......
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| Chuck Wagon |
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| FlutterClock |
As time flutters by the clock tocks and ticks,
and through the bricks on the wall of yesterday
gnarled hands come grasping through. Claws of Chronos!
seeking to pull the mind back to the perceived past. Memories.
Insistence versus resistance.
And the eye of Chronos stares,
unblinking and unfeeling, stealing
the hopes
and dreams of the future.
The tick tock of the flutter clock is subtle, gentle;
the measure of seconds that stretch
into centuries.
For, as always, it is shadows that define light...
...death that defines life.
words by Pan Man
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| EggScepter |
I was wired for it..
dying to escape
from the voice that whispered
in my ear.
" 'ere!" it said,
casual yet commanding,
"I can get you out of 'ere!"
Tempting indeed.
"A revered reverend am I"
I said.
"And I don't need no nonsense,
or to escape."
"You'll end up
with egg on your face"
said the mystery voice
that I couldn't place.
"Make no bones about it!"
Well, me you see,
I don't like to be told
by a voice, whispering yet bold,
What to do.
Do you?
Words by PanMan
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