A Door in Ladakh

The Fortunate UnhappyI am the oppressed queen.The Fortunate Unhappy
I dare thee to face this dissenting heart, Whose body is pampered by the spoils of the world, With many a chamber to house the tyrant, A tomb for a brain unfurled. With a stomach empty like a starving migrant, No royal feast can leave me full, Nor can the laughter entertain,
this wretch and her earthly pull.
I am the paralyzed healthy.
In what asylum do those remain, Who, able-bodied, can’t move the mind? Sick with sorrow and Cupid’s chill, Disease I’ll surely find.
No doctor doth prescribe a pill, To mend


Invocation to the MuseAh, muse, bring a melodic tune to the air, and a colorful cast to the sky, a painful shiver to my fingers, and light a twinkle in my eye.Invocation to the Muse
Give me a song as sweet as the siren's, wings as strong as the bird's, a tongue to dance to the musical mind, then a hand to record its words.
Lamb I should be, so spill my gut, but please do not take all, Rapt, I am, with your inspiration, my pen awaits your call.


Vespertine QueenAh, the unsettling nonchalance of night, The dark sky places a veil o’er the land, Whose deceptive calm our senses invite, Eyes gaze up at the lune who shall command. Letting silent sounds violate our sleep, She bears proudly her hypnotizing glow, False navigation leads you to a steep, Beware of her face, strung taut like a bow. As the sun sees beauty, she sees inside, Her radiance piercing, scanning for pain, She wants to know the secrets that you hide, But I sleep still, and let her search in vain. The dawn and midnight duel shall begin soon, Rise, fair sun, and kVespertine Queen
Negativity

Retribution for EvolutionRetribution for Evolution -------------------------Retribution for Evolution
"evolution" has no function
without the intentional conjunction of nine single letters, objectively placed therein; with tedious measures to be given to sequence.
No doubt, such treasures, with intelligent frequence, are impossible products-- sheer impassable convexities-- of Darwinian adducts devoid irreducible complexities.
jordan jones 9/15/2002


Luna Conflict TeaserI kneeled and whispered into my commlink. "We've got one. In the cargo hold." I prayed that it didn't have acute electronic ears. The commander of my team turned to me. I can tell it hurt his pride extremely to be my subordinate. "WE should surround him." "Good idea, but we'd make too much noise." "True." He replied. Just fifteen minutes ago, Dessloch's team reported that they had destroyed one Drone, at the cost of two Peacekeepers. They had learned that the underbelly of the spider was the weak point. The spider was before us. It was completely metal, but painted black. Long legs wLuna Conflict Teaser
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< 3 Doris
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We'll call them... graboids.
6 thumbs up
If you want to paint it, now is the time to appease the planners, so they won't try to cover up your work.
Come check us out! Things will get moving as soon as you're involved. Give us input on what you want, and negotiations can begin with the Monorail Project Art Directors. You do the dreaming; we do the planning.
Pass this around to whoever might be interested. Try not to double-tag folks.
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Monorail Graffiti Initiative
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Show your colors.
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an oath against the shadows.
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