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5.09.2013

"STOLEN BOOKS" // Poem---------------------------

Stolen Books...the hurdles that I climbed were just hurdles in my mind.
Check out the Prince of Unity, and see what he always sees.  Check out the patterns of his heart...it'll be alright. We've known each other since we were nine or ten.
Together we killed frogs and we crossed seas.
But now the joy is gone, it's in my head where it burned strong.
See the tracers in the air & you cry 'cuz you're not there.
And what makes you free from fear, growing pains and losing hair?
It's a thousand blows that kept us here and even now when He's not near.
In my sweat is where I lose the most of me. I shake, I shit, I suck, I lose, I'm back.
I took the steps and I rode the waves. But now the waves ride me.
This is my manifest function.
Altruistic and with purpose.
Ignition of the mind.

-me 5/8/11

***Currently Listening To:
  JOY DIVISION
  CRUCIFIED
  BATEMAN
  SAMHAIN
  MODERN LIFE IS WAR
  DEATH IN JUNE
  ...and those mp3's of German marching music from WWII



***Currently Reading:
  DEATH TO THE WORLD fanzine
  THE DAVINCI HOAX
  THE LIFE OF H.P. LOVECRAFT
  COMETBUS fanzine

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