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We are dust, we are
Sentenced to wandering
In delusion world.
The roads to nowhere are the
Scene of the bloody puppets.
Dust
21 Sunday Sep 2014
Posted in Poésie
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21 Sunday Sep 2014
Posted in Poésie
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We are dust, we are
Sentenced to wandering
In delusion world.
The roads to nowhere are the
Scene of the bloody puppets.
Beautiful !
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your road is simply beautiful
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Going to nowhere,
Look at the unexpected :
At times, it is fun.
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What if we were bored where we were. so we chose to come here for fun? I think we did this to ourselves and we will do it again and again because it’s not what we think it is. It’s Disney Land on Speed and we like it.
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ohhh, so so nice 🙂
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Even though these words are in of themselves tragic, non-the-less they are true. We who have come to this world to create Change see what others do not. This world is not easy by far to live in, and even less so when one lives from the heart, walking the Roads Less Traveled. Thank you, Esther. I really enjoyed these words and the image is riveting. Love, Amy
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Yet, by naming one has conquered it; the puppet cuts her strings, and walks free beyond all illusions and delusions.
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Reblogged this on johncoyote and commented:
Beautiful artwork and poetry.
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Which bloody puppets might you purport? Thank you for the poem.
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This is so amazing , deep and beautiful. xxx
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We’ve woven a web, you and I,
attached to the world, for no matter
how long, inscribed, though poorly, for
scant eyes, still, as bright a love aura as
has ever glowed, tightly wound around
our hearts, yet soaring miles above
Moodung’s fog to warm cold February.
Sparks fly off a round-rock fire rarely seen
in these parts. We laugh, it feels like we
shouldn’t be here on a cold winter night,
just a few meters from trails so packed
during the day. This charge will never
leave. We’ve marked this space but must
go to where the stars shine, deer run, art springs.
Keep my heart in your brain, words in your hair.
Matched lifelong yearning bursts in my hand,
fluorescent. Quick, pack what you need, let’s
flee! live life in the positive zone, expand
what we enjoy together, bound by the luck
that brought us this far. Where to next?
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