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<eventtime>2015-09-07 00:04:00</eventtime>
<logtime>2015-09-07 04:04:38</logtime>
<subject>The Final Condown</subject>
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<p dir="ltr">By Emmit Other</p><p dir="ltr">39 was a very bad year<br>That had some shining stars<br>A hail mary<br>A question asked<br>And answered with such a smack down<br>That the universe clearly felt contempt<br>So many times<br>I wandered the halls as a wanton whisp<br>Seeing and wishing what was<br>Wasn't <br>But this was worse than most <br>Without admitting what nearly was<br>I will merely say<br>There was a last minute choice <br>A door averted <br>Literally <br>Now I sit in the mechanical masquerade<br>Among the most vibrant culture our nation jas to offer<br>The essence of life reinvented<br>The poundong of metal of firey coals<br>The relentless power of imagination <br>And hope<br>I am the King of Wands<br>And the Knight of Fire<br>The secret witness<br>To the secret witness<br>The purveyer of doors<br>Beloved by the archivist<br>And able to see the friends who have beem there for me<br>All along<br>I feel the pull of gravity down beneath me<br>Centered beside me<br>For the first one<br>I am who I am<br>I journey to the shining city on the hill<br>I am here<br>But also there<br>There is a piece of me<br>That will always haunt these holy halls<br>Dance until the sunrise<br>Dance for life<br>For the rising of the sun<br>Is the cycle of day<br>The proof of life<br>One breath at a time<br>The wonders I have seen<br>Since choosing wonder<br>Make the pain that was bearable<br>To the point of fading <br>The quest completed<br>To the point of starting another<br>And another<br>For this is the story that only ends with dist<br>And who knows who might where these words whisper in the shadows of the future<br>Will I haunt the halls of a celebration <br>A hundred years from now<br>As someone dresses as me?<br>Who can know<br>But I will enjoy every second I can<br>Along the way<br>Dance<br>Dance<br>Dance<br>Let the celebration of life begin again.</p>
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<itemid>163900</itemid>
<eventtime>2015-09-07 03:52:00</eventtime>
<logtime>2015-09-07 07:52:23</logtime>
<subject>Who I Am</subject>
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<p dir="ltr">By Emmit Other</p><p dir="ltr">An important conversation took place today<br>Between the red wolf and myself<br>In which he explained the importance <br>Of choosing but one voice inside of my head.<br>To represent the lot.<br>I understand now<br>Which that is to be.<br>It doesn't change the others<br>They are and still must be<br>But there shall be but one voice<br>Up on the grand marque <br>The priest of ink rejected<br>The last submission I touched to the alter<br>Of the spinning stunning word god<br>But there are more priests<br>And the mark shall be made<br>In the city of magic<br>Not the city of shadow<br>Glorious though I find her <br>I passed that which was given to me<br>On returning from the tower<br>To another<br>Who only barely knows what it is<br>I have a name<br>And a shape<br>And a spoon<br>A single mark <br>Instead of many<br>Lessons in both halves<br>Sometimes the most powerful messagers<br>In our souls <br>Are the ones offered to us<br>If only we will take them<br>And I am in the business <br>Of gratefully receiving gifts given </p>
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<itemid>164112</itemid>
<eventtime>2015-09-07 04:01:00</eventtime>
<logtime>2015-09-07 08:01:59</logtime>
<subject>Kane Mahana</subject>
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<p dir="ltr">By Emmit Other</p><p dir="ltr">Family is a much looser definition <br>Than we care to make it<br>If we make it so<br>It can be small<br>If our hearts are small<br>Or large<br>If we count those who are truly friends to us<br>Secret sisters unseen and treated illy<br>Can replace skunk flowers who are quite silly<br>Brothers of another mother<br>Fathers of fact or proxy <br>Mothers unseen between the ticks if a clock<br>We see the unseen<br>And sometimes family can be crueller than anyone else<br>And so long as they do not undo the love that is given<br>Forgive and forget<br>As many times as youe heart can take<br>For life is short<br>And our intersections shorter<br>Live what you can<br>As you can<br>I am more accepting than I was<br>And move on from things done to me<br>The morning is cleansing.<br>And that is a good thing.</p>
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<itemid>164538</itemid>
<eventtime>2015-09-25 23:31:00</eventtime>
<logtime>2015-09-26 03:31:34</logtime>
<subject>The Shed and The Judge</subject>
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<p dir="ltr">By Emmit Other</p><p dir="ltr">The Silver Light<br>From the Sheriff's Fire<br>Stopped the judgement<br>Of the judged<br>Unspeakable things<br>Done in a mill out back<br>Hungry ghosts not akin to be mocked<br>Though no mockery was intended<br>The haunting broken<br>By a terrible power<br>The silver light <br>The chains<br>The shrieking <br>And the haunting was done<br>Not the damage<br>But a reckoning of sorts<br>A silver light <br>And screaming<br>The dream was bleeding into the afterlife</p><p dir="ltr">When she looked at me<br>I asked her<br>Who was I more like<br>The Judge or the Rabbit <br>Time was<br>I wanted to be more like the Judge<br>When everyone called me the Rabbit<br>She said the Judge<br>Without hesitation <br>But surely the difference <br>Is the Judge in me does it for the Right Reason<br>I have severely underestimated <br>The value of being a rabbit<br>But you can't put the squeaking shoes back in the box<br>But you can keep your sense of humor<br>Lets pretend you are the Detective witha heart of Gold<br>And not the scary scary cartoon<br>That figured out how to kill the unkillable<br>For justice and stuff<br>We'll go with that</p><p dir="ltr">Roll credits </p>
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