10-22-2007, 09:57 AM
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Exalted From Birth The Angel Is Free
Color of white margins filled pages with rage.
Sunlight white hair aged gray rays to stone.
Pale fear snowy transparent hues.
Neglected decent steel doors opposite to
open the heart and swift the mind.
Gray mind of color knowledge white value
of free.
Mixture of tongues.
Blank spaces between artwork's last print.
Whiten fingers of ink,
anger of sky.
Tennis wheel rolls the white
dress to sunrise.
Midnight's flaking nature's wine.
Pieces of chess the target
for our tears.
Chess outermost lover hit
the moon playing guitar pieces.
Bleached heat intense to winter's
air.
Mantled leaves of Autumn.
Shining blemishes of patterns
drinking violet fire.
Tarnished lips livid God.
Lighter pieces of fog.
Tweed cloth of rain.
Flannel cold morning.
Printed graves coated
skin's heritage.
100 percent innocent
light surrounding eyes
of life breathing gold,
yellow wings' light-
colored whitened angel
of light an error in printing
her head liquid like blank
photoengraving foil engaging
to sunlight's gravity earth.
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Your left foot connects to your right foot.
Your soul connects to the heart.
Your eyes connects to the brain and you see....
The beauty of life standing still on a box of nails digging for rainbows we all want the pain because life is vain but happiness believes in itself.
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