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the crossing

I walked with a ghost, she took my hand and stole my core,
a filthy grace of parallel persuasion, her lips didn't move,
but she told me everything would be as it should.
My skin turned grey, the breeze dissolved...i couldn't tell you
what century i had become, but it was old & the atmosphere
was moist with communication, yet no-one was saying a word.
Soft stone and silver skies that faded grey...just like my skin.
Castles made from limbo,..i featured in empty hallways,
my energy was relaxed as i relinquished my last earthly thought...
I knew i was home........

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On Sunday September 7th, 2008, saintedmad (1154) writes:

..i know ive favourited other works of yours, but this.....has such spiritual /boundaryless implications, meditations, destinations. . .. .the spell it casts is softly, quietly, serenely felt.. .. such interior space. i could read this again and again and it would shapeshift time and meaning and scape. ...just a really really beautiful write. **ness

On Friday July 25th, 2008, Lipstick Whore (502) writes:

You're an old soul, my friend, and write with the wisdom and experience of many lifetimes.

On Thursday July 24th, 2008, The Zebra Warrior (2401) writes:

too short...I think just as you started to expand on some interest, the poem is over..done; I really enjoyed the staccato effect of the line usage, but felt the poem lacked the detail it deserved. That just as you were getting going, you bailed out...still, it was arefrshing and engaging moment's read...good one

On Thursday July 24th, 2008, After hours (636) writes:

Thanks for the feed back magic, i know it also,.. i think i lost my nerve...i really got involved from the opening line and it felt good, i were literally just jotting it down as i saw it and when i saw a way out.. i bailed, could've kept me kahunas just that bit longer,..cheers mate.

On Thursday July 24th, 2008, saintedmad (1154) writes:

.............mon dieu..........i think your very heart is an anachronism; and i think you jsut whispered me out of my cahir and left me in 'ruins'.......the juxtaposition of spiritual with metaphysical, i.e. 'the crossing'---> crossing of boundaries, of borders, of prayers, of pleas.e. .. et nomine spiritus sancti. ..you just outdid yourself.. ..all that grey must be the rain, the myst, the mo[u]rning dew. ..and the breath of smoke with which this was created............mon dieu............+

On Thursday July 24th, 2008, Rebell tiGer King (545) writes:

this is beautiful brother, damn beautiful, graceful alnguage, classy man, excellent, and i believe the last line you meant to say i knew i was home, unless i missed something between the greatness -symph-

On Thursday July 24th, 2008, After hours (636) writes:

Just 'another' reason why you should maintain your presence as the tiger king,..noted and rectified, thankyou brother.

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