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<eventtime>2015-05-24 13:18:00</eventtime>
<logtime>2015-05-24 17:18:28</logtime>
<subject>Washing On The Rocks</subject>
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<p dir="ltr">by Emmit Other</p><p dir="ltr">There is a moment<br>Between exhausted physical collapse<br>And the moment when you know you will<br>Swimming on the tide<br>Be Bashed against the rocks<br>Beneath the beauteous white cliffs.<br>It does not matter how many oceans you have swam to get there<br>Or how many dragons you have slain<br>Or how many stars you have sailed amongst <br>At some point we are all out of cards.<br>At some point our knowledge that there are no more tricks to be pulled <br>But worse<br>We have been here before<br>And we we will be here again<br>And the rocks are the knowledge <br>That there will always be rocks<br>And this cycle of disastrous doom<br>Will repeat over and over<br>But you cannot save someone else<br>If you rely on a rope ladder<br>That capriciously decides when and where it will manifest<br>There is only so much failure <br>Even folded steel can take<br>Back and forth the sword is made<br>A thousand times in the pit of furious fire<br>The carbon bonded<br>Layered and molded<br>But it can still snap<br>Will snap<br>When you need it most<br>This cannot be<br>But nature doesn't care if you yell at it<br>It just is<br>Beautiful <br>Deadly <br>The tide flows on<br>The cliff will not go away<br>The rocks will not go away<br>The moon will always be there<br>Billions of years after your dust <br>Has cycled a million million times<br>And you are no more a memory<br>A thousand times removed<br>To something inconceivable in evolutions endless paraded mystery<br>So hope for the ladder <br>It will not not save you<br>From the next time<br>Or the next<br>Or the next<br>Goodbye little fish.</p>
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<itemid>161332</itemid>
<eventtime>2015-05-24 17:18:00</eventtime>
<logtime>2015-05-24 21:18:57</logtime>
<subject>The Broken Glass</subject>
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<p dir="ltr">By Emmit Other</p><p dir="ltr">The jagged glass of the broken bottle<br>Booze still flowing out the side<br>She cuts with words as she has been cut<br>"You will regret this"<br>She says as she saunters out of the room<br>Disaster over<br>Ever after of a rose colored hue<br>Neither perfect nor tragic ensues<br>The purity of the moment is electric<br>Given twenty years in one<br>Wisdom from shame<br>Wisdom from fire<br>As the echoes of space breed melancholic Eucharist <br>Resolution in a sordid dance number <br>Half the scottish play<br>And half a streetcare named desire<br>Closure is an interesting beast indeed.</p>
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<itemid>161647</itemid>
<eventtime>2015-05-25 17:10:00</eventtime>
<logtime>2015-05-25 21:10:08</logtime>
<subject>She Is One With The Sea</subject>
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<p dir="ltr">By Redwin Tursor</p><p dir="ltr">Sitting here at the Blind Tiger Tavern<br>After a magnificent forey into the arts<br>Here in the city of Slavers<br>I reminisce about her Melancholy <br>It took me time to understand <br>I thought I had said something wrong<br>Or she was worried about my perennial gap between contracts<br>It was none of those things <br>It was because she was leaving the sea<br>People ask why we are moving to Florida<br>I tell them the weather<br>That is only the tiniest shard<br>You should see what I see<br>How she lights up when we are near the water<br>I understand how she feels<br>I am the same way about the Mountains.<br>But soon<br>Soon she shall have her wish<br>And be happier every day because of it </p>
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