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I feel so weird
all I do is listen
oh and I hope
wish
all the pictures
of the past
don't enchain
me to a rotten
path
Copyright © 2006 ..
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A Stage Play by Jules
- So? What do you say?
- No.
(Long Pause.)
- Where does this leave us?
- Nowhere. In Inequity.
( Long pause. One of them ponders.)
- So you ..
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A Story by Jules
The Man stands and speaks out loud. To everyone, every soul.
He is in middle of course, only its an impulse,
unconsciously pushing him up.
There he..
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dray, Dray, dray!
I require my dray!
I'll fill it up high
wheel it all day,
and all aches when I cry...
Copyright © 2008 Julien Gyr
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I fill with
void
friend away
several
times,
a loser of a
game.
One with pride,
one with brains, one
with wealth,
one with ambition.
A..
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1 Hundred beats per second, producing a vibration of love.
I feel it, I hear it, I love it! A pounding without end, and a pulse constantly ceasing.
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(Not Quite Finished)
On a High hill, with a distinguishable Horizon,
a captain.
Fickle frenzy hones the hearted and misguided,
burgeoning blood...
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It is broken; and Ghosts!
One hides, and I see him.
Alter the ages, condition!
all green and all white...
Descend the shutter on...
sea, see the ..
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Spices and Orange Red
Cross-legged wisdom
bequeathed clarity
in the Ghandi nation.
Copyright © 2007 Julien Gyr
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Time Mediates...
Hours ephemeral...
Seconds sway...
white eyes,
the woe hue's red!
Copyright © 2008 Julien Gyr
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