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1/12/2007 c1 2beyond.that.horizon

imagery is golden, no?

4/8/2006 c1 11Chemically Induced
a fabulous snapshot of an obsessive artist. is it you? or your friend? idk. 'mermaid green' hit me right between the eyes with greatness. lovely ending. :)

love, c.induced.
3/4/2006 c1 243Manuel Fajar
I like your 'tranquility.' It's different than serenity, though both reflect outward an inner world. I wonder how our ancestors felt:

upon cave refuge walls so long ago,

we painted Spirit vision world we saw,

as flickered back and forth our small wick lamp,

shadows reflected bison motion’s flow;

in sanguine reds and charcoal blacks we sketch,

heart’s feelings while in hunt’s trepidation,

movement swift and courage strong in sweat mix,

while near a hearth our young and old await;

from arrow’s point blood stained earth’s rough brown skin,

surely a sacrifice received well be,

as we of tribe partake in meat and grist,

every last remnant makes our lives stronger;

for bones and fur, entrails and horns all make,

necessity’s daily assemblages,

required for life again to life beget,—

a precious gift from Thee to Us,—man-kind.
2/24/2006 c1 5G.L.A.M.O.R.O.U.S.P.U.N.K
you should writ song and keep up the good work and onc agin sorry
2/11/2006 c1 56felicia13
How very true . . . Some artists can never clearly see the real-life version of their works. I try to live life, not just write about it. Another great job!

I just wanted to make a seemingly random comment: I really like your name. hee hee pink dandy lion I love it!

May inspiration never leave you wanting!

all my love,felicia
2/9/2006 c1 91son of frost
It's probably impossible to voice just how much people take things for granted. Even more ironic is that people try to recreate something that's right next to them, even though they can never make it as good as the original.
2/9/2006 c1 197the Stranger in the moonlight
The falsehood we live in as we force out creativity. That is what I see in this poem. Intresting poem, describing how ignorant we are to life outside.


the Stranger in the moonlight.
1/26/2006 c1 102backseats on thursdays
... amazing, how so many people choose to pass things by, by following the hype.
1/13/2006 c1 33forsakensmile
very beautifully written. I love the somewhat occupation-ish theme, write about it sometimes.
1/12/2006 c1 879Moondog Dozier
Excellent use of color in descriptions of color. Second stanza presents a picture and makes a statement. Good work.
1/12/2006 c1 5horrible writer
Wow, I really enjoyed this poem. I liked the second stanza more than the first... I also really loved the names you gave the colors. However, I don't understand what it means when it says, "while failing to see the one right outside your window". What is he/she failing to see?

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