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Grey Matter Oeuvre - Poetry & Paintings: Misty
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Grey Matter Oeuvre - Poetry and Paintings. Just the works without the rambling. a few ingots I let spill over from the melting pot. An unfinished scribbly sketch, but I like it anyway. Posted by TwistedNoggin at 4:51 PM. LaLaLand, Indiucky, United States. Eccentric carnivorous nerd dragging her steely claws down the Combine's vertebrae at every opportunity. View my complete profile. Please vote for me at BlogTopSites! The Winter / Summer Poem, Untitled. A Poem In Attempted Chinese.
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Grey Matter Oeuvre - Poetry & Paintings
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Grey Matter Oeuvre - Poetry and Paintings. Just the works without the rambling. a few ingots I let spill over from the melting pot. All my errors and imperfections. Create threads, wires under my skin. Each one has tangled,. Drawn up my flesh,. Into a constant cringe. Every trivial folly or past moment’s sin,. Each fault that I still cannot shake,. Hangs from my elbows,. Clings to my heels,. And brings me to tire and to quake. I strive to evolve, to grow and reach,. While held back by ties and regret.
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Grey Matter Oeuvre - Poetry & Paintings: Majority Rule
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Grey Matter Oeuvre - Poetry and Paintings. Just the works without the rambling. a few ingots I let spill over from the melting pot. Sanity is not statistical ,. Truth not just belief,. But mankind cowers against itself. When the combine bares its teeth. Note: The first line is a quote from George Orwell's 1984. Posted by TwistedNoggin at 7:03 PM. One reason I like writing brief poems, is that I think most people glaze over words and see only generalizations as well as their own concepts. To me, it’s that...
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Grey Matter Oeuvre - Poetry & Paintings: SteamMan
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Grey Matter Oeuvre - Poetry and Paintings. Just the works without the rambling. a few ingots I let spill over from the melting pot. Your momma’s a mystery, left just a shadow and a shout. Daddy’s a porpoise gone swimming down south. The rest of the litter I never have met. It’s been 10 years and I haven’t seen ‘em yet. In my mind you were made of smoke, steam, and sparks,. Come to be out of the paper-thin breeze and the dark. Your years spread out like mis-matched piles. LaLaLand, Indiucky, United States.
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Grey Matter Oeuvre - Poetry & Paintings: Portrait of Stephen
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Grey Matter Oeuvre - Poetry and Paintings. Just the works without the rambling. a few ingots I let spill over from the melting pot. Posted by TwistedNoggin at 8:25 PM. Lovely potrait and very nicely done with all the subtle detailing! Wowthat is a nice painting. I can hear the guitar strings humming. LaLaLand, Indiucky, United States. Eccentric carnivorous nerd dragging her steely claws down the Combine's vertebrae at every opportunity. View my complete profile. Please vote for me at BlogTopSites!
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Grey Matter Oeuvre - Poetry & Paintings: Restraint
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Grey Matter Oeuvre - Poetry and Paintings. Just the works without the rambling. a few ingots I let spill over from the melting pot. The void between us,. Like a toy store window. To a child's flushed cheek,. With my drumming pulse. Consumed by fevered crash. This vacant air,. This wasted space,. My fire and fervor. And in it I am burned alive. Posted by TwistedNoggin at 1:41 PM. Bill Jones, Jr. The part I like is: "Like a toy store window / to a child's flushed cheek". Nice image. That metaphor for burni...
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Grey Matter Oeuvre - Poetry & Paintings: Blue Dreaming
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Grey Matter Oeuvre - Poetry and Paintings. Just the works without the rambling. a few ingots I let spill over from the melting pot. Posted by TwistedNoggin at 8:24 PM. LaLaLand, Indiucky, United States. Eccentric carnivorous nerd dragging her steely claws down the Combine's vertebrae at every opportunity. View my complete profile. Please vote for me at BlogTopSites! Rebirth (my first attempt at painting since the. All my errors and imperfections Create threads, wi.
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Grey Matter Oeuvre - Poetry & Paintings: Flushing Ember
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Grey Matter Oeuvre - Poetry and Paintings. Just the works without the rambling. a few ingots I let spill over from the melting pot. Red firefly darting to and fro,. With emphatic gesture and searing glow,. Punctuating your words, surging at each pause. When it meets with your lips, ample cause. Without addiction, I soon ache for the taste. Entranced by its dance with your reveling face. It burns with delight, as would I in your hands. The smoke stretches and curls in silver strands. Interesting. the ...
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Grey Matter Oeuvre - Poetry & Paintings: The Glass Cage
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Grey Matter Oeuvre - Poetry and Paintings. Just the works without the rambling. a few ingots I let spill over from the melting pot. An impulsive little peice. I slopped this one together in 20 to 30 minutes tops, but I rather like it. Posted by TwistedNoggin at 10:40 PM. You have such an incredible gift (which is to say you are such an incredible gift). you have so much to give to the world, to give to all of us. Please give us as much of your art as you comfortably can give to us.
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Grey Matter Oeuvre - Poetry & Paintings: The Winter / Summer Poem, Untitled
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Grey Matter Oeuvre - Poetry and Paintings. Just the works without the rambling. a few ingots I let spill over from the melting pot. The Winter / Summer Poem, Untitled. A dull ashen mist. Hangs upon the atmosphere,. The air grows weary, defeated. The wind howls embittered. The sun has retreated. But, beneath the crust,. A coup mounts and rages. I feel the churning fires of insurrection! The earth’s rumble and conviction. Resonates through my veins. Bearing the icy lash of my oppressor. I will be liberated,.
