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SmokeIt's not yours, is it, This mahogany box, so close to Pandora.Smoke
But you know the secrets it contains, And you know that Hope's body is lying in one of its corners, curled up as sweetly as an autumn leaf
—and just as lifeless.So called the dank earth that crumbled between my fingers Into a broken hourglass;
So called the delicate flowers of the Forget-me-not As Adam and Eve crumbled into the tormented sands of the samiel,
while I made a resting place filled with ochre leaves deep underneath &nb
by ~shadesofsteel
untitled - rough draftIridescent soap bubbles are floating in the summer breeze where sacrifice and blood are fables sung by the wind in the branches of the black oak.untitled - rough draft
Icarus was never melted down by the sun god to drown, he became the golden eagle soaring high above the mountains, the orange-crowned warbler chipping quietly over its nest,
Their spirits one with the wind carrying our soap bubbles, our dreams, up to a god who asks not for burnt offerings, but for prayers to St. Elmo's flames flitting about in the fog within ourselves.
We are children of the sun, born facing the s
by ~shadesofsteel
Stained GlassOnce, I believed that the sun setting behind the clouds was made of the dust of fool's gold And that its spiderweb of honey drops carried by the west wind could lift up the wings of the great horned owl.Stained Glass
Your light refracted so blazingly through the prism of the red maple leaves; You made me close my eyes, Made me wish for blindness in the moonlit day
So that I would finally see those phantasmagoric statues prance about the echoes of dead promises that continue to ricochet off the walls of the wind.
But my eyes kept butting up against the Great Dipper
by ~shadesofsteel
Falling from a HorseIn that instant when gravity lets go, my frozen eyes take a snapshot of my bubble: dirt, leather, sweat, a vague four-legged form.Falling from a Horse
The epinephrine rushes from my adrenal gland, plunges into my blood, vessel to its numerous final destinations: heart, eyes, liver, skin, skeletal muscles.
The moment has disappeared, replaced by a present time rushing into a future sending a shrapnel of pain through my shoulder.
A question floats through the cobwebs of my mind wonders if this is what it feels like to be shot in a battle, a drive-by shooting, by a sniper.
by ~shadesofsteel
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- Current Residence: A floating prison.
- Interests: Poetry, horse racing, birding, hiking, swimming, adventure.
- Favourite movie: Ben Hur, Perfume, Phar Lap, The Exorcist, Point Break.
- Favourite band or musician: Cunninlynguists, MC Solaar, Immortal Technique, Cormega, Jedi Mind Tricks, Lauryn Hill, etc.
- Favourite genre of music: Underground hip hop.
- Favourite poet or writer: Taylor Mali, Jonathan Chin, Danny Sherrard, Soul Thomas Evans, Caronae Howell, Derrick Brown, etc.
- Favourite photographer: My eyes.
- Favourite cartoon character: SongeBob Squarepants!
- Tools of the Trade: Paper and a pen or pencil.
- Website: http://shadesofsteel.blogspot.com/
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LET IT RIDE & ROLL WIT' IT
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LET IT RIDE & ROLL WIT' IT
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Graou.
j'ai entendu dire que t'allais partir travailler en Alaska
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Graou.
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LET IT RIDE & ROLL WIT' IT
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Graou.
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LET IT RIDE & ROLL WIT' IT
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Graou.
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