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creationism
fatalism
naturalism
(jaundiced journalism)
nihilism
fascism
racism
(church schism)
theism
humanism
(refract us through
a moral prism)
©2008-2009 *praytell
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*faeriecrone:iconfaeriecrone: Mar 3, 2008, 6:34:18 AM
well done ... the last bit is something I will remember.

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Artists are magical helpers. Evoking symbols and motifs that connect us to our deeper selves, they can help us along the heroic journey of our own lives.
Joseph Campbell
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*praytell:iconpraytell: Mar 3, 2008, 7:50:37 AM
thanks kath:) this one is almost 20 years old. . i wasnt sure if it would communicate, i am glad it did.

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post-script

mere words can
transcend meaning
(what you think, and write, and say).
haiku becomes
a mantra becomes
the pattern for your day.

-praytell
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~creme-brulee:iconcreme-brulee: Mar 3, 2008, 8:58:04 AM
you need a euphemism!

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bits clung to the lungs of the smokers like a burnt collage
bits fell to the ground, surrounding them in a soft dust of black ash
bits swirled around them in mystic arabesques
stained teeth and stained eyes and stained souls
gleaming through the haze
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~creme-brulee:iconcreme-brulee: Mar 3, 2008, 8:59:43 AM
you know, i'm in this band called new folder and we have a song with lyrics that are almost exactly what you wrote...

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bits clung to the lungs of the smokers like a burnt collage
bits fell to the ground, surrounding them in a soft dust of black ash
bits swirled around them in mystic arabesques
stained teeth and stained eyes and stained souls
gleaming through the haze
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*praytell:iconpraytell: Mar 3, 2008, 10:37:50 AM
and once again the collective rears its nebulous head:)

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post-script

mere words can
transcend meaning
(what you think, and write, and say).
haiku becomes
a mantra becomes
the pattern for your day.

-praytell
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*praytell:iconpraytell: Mar 3, 2008, 10:42:58 AM
thanks 4 the suggestionism:)

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post-script

mere words can
transcend meaning
(what you think, and write, and say).
haiku becomes
a mantra becomes
the pattern for your day.

-praytell
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~creme-brulee:iconcreme-brulee: Mar 4, 2008, 10:05:08 AM
ewephamzzmz come autumnatically to me...

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bits clung to the lungs of the smokers like a burnt collage
bits fell to the ground, surrounding them in a soft dust of black ash
bits swirled around them in mystic arabesques
stained teeth and stained eyes and stained souls
gleaming through the haze
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~creme-brulee:iconcreme-brulee: Mar 4, 2008, 10:06:41 AM
rising from nothing into everything and from everything into nothing

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bits clung to the lungs of the smokers like a burnt collage
bits fell to the ground, surrounding them in a soft dust of black ash
bits swirled around them in mystic arabesques
stained teeth and stained eyes and stained souls
gleaming through the haze
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~bone-white:iconbone-white: Mar 4, 2008, 2:51:17 PM
So many doors...and then the ones without names :)
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