SepianMoorshire

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Tractor Truck Super Show by SepianMoorshire, literature

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Tractor Truck Super Show

Dirt, the roaring lament of late model steel, The smell of heavy lights, only completely covering the arena floor, also plastic cups and the pale of fizzy beer. In places, ground gives way, No matter how deep a tread is on those over-sized tires, that sled isn't gonna move. A roar goes up as the engine is cut, the pilot pumping his fist in the air, The hitch has made it, on the night's last pull, past that chalk white, full-distance line.

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And I was worried by SepianMoorshire, literature

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And I was worried

And I was worried about shaving Dragon, Tiger, and Phoenix Three points of a cardinal compass Spinning needle landing nowhere Which is everywhere isn’t Tin empty, made of plastic Breath short and full from water Watching without seeing And I was worried about shaving Taking down banners of deer skin Lifting up ignorance, exalting it Sunblind for reason of defiance Trying to pull ashes, trying to taste heat More fish, once more again Stand for someone The steadfast coyote Close my friend Water-rain seeks to separate River-rain flies to expand Scared to be lost In Ocean’s sightless dream Spun wheeled and coco

No bowing trees by SepianMoorshire, literature

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No bowing trees

“No bowing Trees, only me.” Life cannot be fantasy, Not and survive. Escape leaves a return once games are over. Life cannot be lived unreal, not and have truth. The comfort of lies has Its price, when they are revealed. Life can become the things of Dreams, Sometimes exceeding all containment, Sometimes paling fantasies in comparison, Truths become more compelling than their empty counters, and not so empty wishes. Life cannot survive as fantasy, but it can stagnate in the stilled waters of unchased dreams, sparkled by the sky of stars shinning down into it. Confused as a heaven, surrounded in festering swamp,

Discussions by SepianMoorshire, literature

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Discussions

Discussions of the Aspects of Reality Here have we our White Rabbits, Insatiable above timberline’s dreams, commotion attributing silence to itself in a belief to fool the foolish. Tank-tread tact birthing wide paths Into a future farther removed from Angeline pasts, Yet no more strange than living for a moment in time So beguiling with simplicity that Ockem’s Razor no longer applies Sent off tracking unshod ponies thru an underbrush of sage, advice heard without listening, Spoken by a breeze flowing underneath the leaves of oak, and above the needles of pine, discerningly Drink wearily from spr

The harder I look. by SepianMoorshire, literature

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The harder I look.

Obsession Edge-of-sleep bordering worry clenching brusquely holding fast Each angle an unchanged re-play of events removed Each time, little or no resolution more than the last. In the doses that fill my silent vision a staccato of reasons spill through my thoughts. The vacuum unsatisfied with cast-offs, with naked, blasphemous separation, with divest. And at the copse, filled by worries long planted, more than a share of developed, no buddha sits. The harder I look. Shame from failure to self, disgust from the shame, relief short lived in response to the actions of others.

...last minute by SepianMoorshire, literature

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...last minute

There is without, There is within, To the edge of love is a crease smoothed by the rush of rain at odds with the banks that are told, contain. Restless in current and bold in chance. The endless strive comes short with the resolve of years. I take her hand at my side. A comfort, a reassurance that all I do that all I am is beautiful. Taste of sweet wine numbing my tongue. Tails from coats, tales left undone. And in the transcendental I reside. A guest, a mistaken traveler drawn in by the allure of night by the fragrance of passions. Trailing far behind the cope, before the understanding, that sand sculpture asking

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...last minute by SepianMoorshire, literature

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...last minute

The harder I look. by SepianMoorshire, literature

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The harder I look.

Discussions by SepianMoorshire, literature

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Discussions

No bowing trees by SepianMoorshire, literature

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No bowing trees

And I was worried by SepianMoorshire, literature

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And I was worried

Not to be seperated by SepianMoorshire, literature

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SepianMoorshire

Feb 26, 2010

My Madness

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That is what I am going to lovingly refer to it as from here out. "My Madness." Every so often I begin to see and hear things (mostly situations) differently than everyone else involved. I take something out of context, or I see an expression, or hear a tone of voice that I feel implies something that does not actually exist. And if nothing else, seeing things that arn't there... does not that qualify as madness? I think it does, and I aim to keep it in check, for the battle against those who would claim this earth back as their own require me to keep myself with a degree of sanity. (Those who know my love of H.P. Lovecraft will understand)