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Fascism, Part IIThough imagined, be them wild Though wild, be them still Though still, be them free Though free, be them mineFascism, Part II
Religion to the West, Black but bleached, these roads By sunsets and women
Friend, they called me Lover, they hardly said By busy hands writing more Than poetry on this skin
Women, women, O woman! Can you hear me moan? Or do you say, it's not breathing anymore It's revolutions we're speaking On flint jagged words
It's mourning the old world, The old ways, the old men Who suffered for this
by ~SameOldSongs
modern womenFascists! She screams Not with words On fallen balconiesmodern women
Liars! All of them! It's only music for bastard men
by ~SameOldSongs
in this wonderlandShe spelled a quiet temptation in the seams between the ivory and cerulean lace, and it fell across her shoulders and down her hips like the aftermath of a failed revolution.in this wonderland
Alice smoked an aluminum mist through Geiger counters clicking down oil avenues.
There was no ocean echoes or sterling cloudbreaks above the fallen power lines, only the sun moaning and muted behind nicotine fog, bleeding a sick kind of rain. But Alice wore the clouds, a faded sapphire and virgin alabaster dress that swore there was once a time when the sky was still blue. The soldiers only wore new religions in their eyes as they watched her wa
by ~SameOldSongs
memoirs of babylon"This is how how dying sounds."memoirs of babylon
"Like the ocean?"
"...like this ocean."
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Dear San Diego,
I thought you'd never forget how to sing. I counted 12, above the end of the world. Do you remember when the horizon spoke Aegean mythology and we feigned surrealists in the sand, painting softer colors of Earth abstracts?
I don't.
We could have read these stories a thousand times, and maybe we did. It was spelled in the footprints we made along the coast; and somewhere near lonely giants where we
by ~SameOldSongs
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- Current Residence: California, USA
- Interests: Writing, literature, music
- Favourite movie: Terminator 1&2, City of God, Contact, Primer, Pi
- Favourite band or musician: Bob Dylan, The Beatles, Sublime
- Favourite genre of music: If it's good, it's good
- Favourite poet or writer: Margaret Atwood, The dude that wrote the bible, Dylan Thomas, E. Hemingway
- Operating System: Still not sure what this means...
- MP3 player of choice: CD Player
- Shell of choice: .308 Winchester (7.62x51mm NATO)
- Wallpaper of choice: Paint your walls.
- Skin of choice: Yes.
- Favourite game: Socom
- Favourite gaming platform: PlayStation 3
- Favourite cartoon character: Bender, Dr. Zoidberg, Homer
- Personal Quote: R.I.P. Irony and Sarcasm. They went out murder-suicide style :(
- Tools of the Trade: Black Jesus testah-fying in my heart!
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"A dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world"
-Oscar Wilde
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