Monthly Archives: December 2010

Love Is..

Originally Posted In :- Ash Bee Zone’s Blog Love is something Special, to Have it Love is a Pure feeling, to Feel it Love is an Aroma, to Smell it Love is so Delicious, to Taste it Love is so Pleasant, to Enjoy it Love is very Valuable, to Take … Continue reading

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Another Night of Nosebleed

I see the stain on the pillow from another night of nosebleed. A bruise on my shin from atrophied balance meeting the bedpost says good morning. Straw like hair creeps back. Evidenced by strands littering my bedsheets, shining silver where … Continue reading

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Self-Help In A Baggie

Bless you Lord I am me Free No nerves Severed soul Heart held hostage Smoke engulfs Highest percentile A choked out Gag reflex Nothingness is pink Bluebird bliss We scraped it off Night-life tumors Brain tissue bred The neoplasia orgy … Continue reading

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Looming Moon

Originally posted on The Gnarly Oak by Ryan Griffiths I look to the sky on a damp fall morn, The early blue heaven marred streaks Clawed by many shades of gray. Far off to the West were mountains Waiting for … Continue reading

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Blood And Sweat Form Patriotism

Originally Posted As :- Blood And Sweat Form Patriotism in Ash Bee Zone Blood and sweat form Patriotism Without patriotism, Sacrifice is incomplete Anyone can insult and cheat. Remember if the country is dependent, Then, we can’t claim to be … Continue reading

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A Walk In The Woods

Originally from The Gnarly Oak by Ryan Griffiths *** I fled to the night and ran from the known, The shadows lurked; into monsters they’d grown – I was prey for the hunt in a forest of old. Under the … Continue reading

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City Limits #2 (Traces of Charlie)

(a seven-year follow-up to City Limits ) For Dickens, London was a magic lantern he’d stomp through the muddy streets, ten miles every night watching the faces, reading the names on the gravestones hearing the voice of Mrs. Gamp prattling … Continue reading

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