evolve body piercing
Posted in Tattoes and Body Jewellery on 06/05/2007 06:08 pm by admin
evolve body piercing
What do you think of my poem? Theres a few harsh words there.?
But bear with me and try to think through what it means and I you and me, so they have a better understanding of the other really. The Birth of a God ————————— A small deformation my conscience means galaxies sensitivity varied synergisic me the appearance of self are the organisms that cause cancer disunity space, repeat our microcosm source of life evolved over time to pass through the double helix, predators, and whispered secrets that the veil of truth, mind control, Another distraction and just in time to connect the hidden presence in the dream consciousness to cry, I die in me paranoid timeless influence of Nod Drilling is through Dream Supreme Mind, which underlies all things. Some fundamental mysteries without being prosecuted maintain an outdoor space is gaping spawning issues where the ruling hand of pastors confuse the elimination of the Inquisition, taxation choose
It is a poem amazing. Very profound. I guess this is not your only job, I hope that after more poetry you wrote.
Could you please give me your thoughts on my poem?
Some people have been giving me grief about this, but theysdon’t go in to specifics why. I feel like it is thought-provoking, rythmatic, and original. Please offer some helpful criticism.
The Birth of a God
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A smaller strain of consciousness forms my galaxies
Varied sentience, synergisic in me
The guise of self is cancer causing disunity
Spatial bodies, microcosms repeat
Our source of life evolving over time to get through
Double helix, whispered secrets in you
Those paranoid and predatory veiling the truth
Mind controlling, and distracting on cue
Another hidden presence communicating in dreams
Conscience crying, ego dying in me
A timeless influence from Nod is piercing through sleep
The overmind, underlying all things.
Some crucial mysteries maintained outwardly unpursued
Space is yawning, spawning questions in you
The ruling hand of sheperds weeding out the confused
Inquisition, the imposition we choose
I just think its a bit weird but i love some of the words! Hey who said u couldnt right about it u can right about anything! i read a poem about mcdonalds today!
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