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Post by Mikepoet on Apr 21, 2016 9:11:14 GMT -5
In a dubgonous room flows joy and doom there where arts creation is mirrored.
brightneed irradescent images fade in a convaloution of smoke and shadows.
the entireity of reality where the role is called the whole of it all. Exists both bad and good in duality.
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Post by Mikepoet on Jun 7, 2016 9:26:45 GMT -5
Thank you much. this was a tatoo parler where my son and i rented when i first got back here. it was mostly higher up banditos and bad adses.
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Post by Mikepoet on Jun 7, 2016 9:28:22 GMT -5
I said that incorrectly. we had rented a room here.
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Post by LonelyForsaken on Jun 8, 2016 1:18:29 GMT -5
The first line throws me off. I just don't know what to make of "dubgonous" and can't connect mirrored creation to the rest of the poem. The rest of it feels J. R. R. Tolkien-ish to me. My first thought was of a Balrog. Of course the first time through I read it as "… convulsions of smoke and shadow." I like that line and the ending a lot.
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Post by Mikepoet on Jun 8, 2016 10:20:11 GMT -5
Thanks Ed. The word I attempted in first line was dungenous. We were in a haunted old bar which was now a house. Dude renting was tatoo artist. It was a cynder block building with mirrors all over. The tatoo room was like a dungeon. The spitit did not want me there. My son and I left. The place was a dark sorta artsy with top dog Banditos getting inked and guns all over.
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