The Ladder
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#2491 | That of shall be the hardest might. To lift the burden of hate. A rock so hard to heave it so. To find it oh so light. _ |
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#2492 | Flowers and landscapes are the letters. Surrealism banged are the keys. Now let's type a real message. Art from lucid dreams. _ |
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#2493 | Nigh not last so mighty shush. It does to end or stay. Pretend instead though lighty hush. Woe walk away that day. _ |
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#2494 | As refrigerator paintings disappear. It is voices that glue the seams. To bind a world with conversations. An artist can only dream. _ |
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#2495 | Of all my highly scary things. Culture scares the most to me. Never been known to heed red lights. Is the subtlety that stampeeds. _ |
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#2496 | Poetry as the frog that cannot jump. Art as the frog that tried. There is a distance no words can trump. That anchor of the heard inside. _ |
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#2497 | That is where we'll meet. Divide the number pi in two. Where lonely philosophies touch once. A single night's truce wooed. _ |
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#2498 | A world of hope in all friend's eyes. No hearts would beat that cannot cry. In rest of names all wolves would hide. Behind their masks of butterflies. _ |
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#2499 | And the leaders became public dreamers. Their dream diaries on public view. And the people read the thoughts they loaned. And steered their ship by true. _ |
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#2500 | Poems are just coordinates. Locations on a map. Revel not in the words themselves. But where the mind is at. _ |
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#2501 | Time unyields its additions. Ideas are my bars. To speak of thus a butterfly. I must have forgotten the stars. _ |
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#2502 | Suppose you had a problem. Now suppose you understood. Suppose you had five pixels. And five symbols were that good. _ |
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#2503 | Life is like a pair of socks. You can hold it in your hands for years. But no sooner than you forget to think. Oh god it disappears. _ |
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#2504 | How can a fan carry such rope. The sight of it even tons fear. Extremity and judicial. Two ends that meet in tear. _ |
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#2505 | A pretty woman in a hospital bed. Holding her new born baby. Now she carries the bus to work. And looks towards the maybe. _ |
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#2506 | Did you ever climb a tree. Because that's where Tulsabutterflies might be. And find one upon the thinnest branch. Because that's where no shy men dare chance. _ |
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#2507 | Thank god mountains all have peaks. So climbers can end their dangers. I fear the climb that never meeks. So thanks for the end of angers. _ |
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#2508 | Symbol metaphor I do see. Gentleman lady and voice of thee. A thought filled word moves so eased. In hath through others a brevity. _ |
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#2509 | Hang his paintings in the bathroom hall. If a need has such a lovely wall. But I should think needs are deeper still. His art we'll hang upon the old free will. _ |
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#2510 | And as green as if I knew. I neared an angel and then it flew. From what was once a choice of blend. I spoke no song and wronged a friend. _ |
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#2511 | I don't like it. It looks like garbage. And seems like the rubber worn in youth. Same dress. Same test. Same action suit. _ |
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#2512 | Like raindrops from an ocean. With every word I've spoken. Every billionth letter put together. I've just learned spells your name. _ |
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#2513 | You know all these times we talk. And we get those phone cord tangles. When we figure out how they get there. My words will be free of angles. _ |
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#2514 | I know of dust that loves good people. And settles where it can. Ten trillion thoughts are sharp as equals. On wind that forgives plan. _ |
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#2515 | If I buy a gift worth sixteen heavens. What fifteen facts are you? And if dreams take away the almost moveable acts. Can I give you the almost movable few? _ |
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#2516 | The goal of all fast food. Is really quite wonderful. To train every person. And have one customer. _ |
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#2517 | No harm is a stone made of tongue grown stale. If said though the stone will fail. And tea has an enemy with watchful sores. In so much pain from the stones it hoards. _ |
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#2518 | Speaking is always that self surprise. A presence only speakers trust. The one every person you're talking to. Knows was obvious. _ |
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#2519 | Put your palms together. Then push down quick with force. Then put your ear to the Morse code key. And listen for a pulse. _ |
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#2520 | When I do not smile. Where is my favorite dice. Locked in dreams. Or locked in ice. _ |
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