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releaseRelease on top of me,  release all over me,  release the death of  me,  give me release within  
your dream. release
by *poet77
bloodlettingOnly traces of her remain,  odor of sage in this  
ancient bower.  shafts of light  passing through a canopy of foliage  
and visions,  engrossing hearts  with it's pale embrace.  nothing is moved by love alone.  distance-  
a blanket of heavy silence.  I rage and wound the stillness,  dance in savage passion,  flailing  striking my naked body  to the earth.  groveling beast,  primordial release,  bloodletting words  page after page-   for her return. bloodletting
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Journal Entry: Tue Apr 29, 2008, 9:12 PM
Ive been reading the poets here on da and must say there are a few rare jewels here. I am a professor of lit. at a coastal institution, here to look for talent and new inspiration for my students. Though I must teach within certain guide lines, I do love to seek out real talent of this era, thus, I am here.

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*RoboDeathBunny:iconRoboDeathBunny: May 27, 2008, 11:00:08 PM
Hahahah in my dreams sir. True he is dead :cries: but oh man that voice every time i hear it i feel such a rush such a strong crazed voice my spine tingles when he delves into shaman madness.
*poet77:iconpoet77: May 27, 2008, 10:45:48 PM
how you gonna pull that one off? C

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to the strangest life Ive ever known
*poet77:iconpoet77: May 26, 2008, 10:17:29 PM
JMD. Is that James Douglas Morrison?

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*hell-on-a-stick:iconhell-on-a-stick: May 25, 2008, 5:57:37 PM
get convinced.

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I tell you such fine music awaits in the shadows of the fires of hell. -Charles Bukowski
*godsawait:icongodsawait: May 16, 2008, 2:59:09 PM
OK, it's almost summer so I'll "watch" for it.

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"Some people never go crazy. What truly horrible lives they must lead." Bukowski
*RoboDeathBunny:iconRoboDeathBunny: May 15, 2008, 7:14:07 AM
Grrr? Really? Hahah! Aww how nice of him! That is really quite the compliment coming from someone as badass as him. Well, I guess I'm just hiding because I like it in many ways both positive and negative until someone finds me. *shifty eyes* Thanks for the fav
~prof-green:iconprof-green: May 14, 2008, 9:34:53 PM
You should. Poet77 speaks highly of you as an artist in hiding, what are you hiding from?

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There is some shit I wont eat- unless they pay me to eat it on TV in prime time.-Walt Disney. how do you like that fucking mouse now?
~prof-green:iconprof-green: May 14, 2008, 9:33:24 PM
If Im not grading papers Im planning the next, so maybe this summer.

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There is some shit I wont eat- unless they pay me to eat it on TV in prime time.-Walt Disney. how do you like that fucking mouse now?
*RoboDeathBunny:iconRoboDeathBunny: May 7, 2008, 5:38:10 PM
hahah thanks for the add but I'm fucking lazy and I don't write as much as I used to.
*godsawait:icongodsawait: May 7, 2008, 9:46:11 AM
Thanks for the fave. Again, I have to ask - when do we get to see some of your stuff?
:poke:

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"Some people never go crazy. What truly horrible lives they must lead." Bukowski
=whydoidothiseveryday:iconwhydoidothiseveryday: May 7, 2008, 8:45:33 AM
wow, thanks for the add, glad you like my work.
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I feel like a lady's handbag.
*poet77:iconpoet77: Apr 30, 2008, 5:15:15 PM
thank you for the kind words, though Im still not convinced Im that good. C.

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*godsawait:icongodsawait: Apr 30, 2008, 7:58:06 AM
Thanks for the add and the fave. When do we get to see some of your stuff?

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"Some people never go crazy. What truly horrible lives they must lead." Bukowski
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