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You Wascally Wabbit!
Everywhere, beneath rocks, in bibles, tomes, skies,
I’ve looked so hard to grab It.

Such a Promise!
Held like honey on dripping comb;
reach, seek, nip a smile from the tip
if you please,
but where lies honey, so fly bees.

This Immortality, no expiry,
promised by man, (as I am).
But! Faith! Faith! Faith!
That all important wraith
that drives, that frees,
if but one can summon, abandon;
if but one believes.
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You Wascally Wabbit!

Contributed by Invierno on Wednesday, 20th September 2017 @ 07:19:39 PM in AEST
Topic: mythology

You Wascally Wabbit!
Everywhere, beneath rocks, in bibles, tomes, skies,
I’ve looked so hard to grab It.

Such a Promise!
Held like honey on dripping comb;
reach, seek, nip a smile from the tip
if you please,
but where lies honey, so fly bees.

This Immortality, no expiry,
promised by man, (as I am).
But! Faith! Faith! Faith!
That all important wraith
that drives, that frees,
if but one can summon, abandon;
if but one believes.

Copyright Â© Invierno ... [ 2017-09-20 19:19:39]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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Re: You Wascally Wabbit! (User Rating: 1 )
by softerware on Friday, 22nd September 2017 @ 01:23:56 PM AEST
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Your last four lines sum well your splendid late night ramble! I love the precaution - WHERE LIES HONEY, SO FLY BEES!
You are telling us that your desires remain ever illusive; and are the reason that justifies your existence.
softerware

Re: You Wascally Wabbit! (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Sunday, 24th September 2017 @ 01:56:07 AM AEST
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oh Fyodor, oh Rodion,
Oh hell, just right there
not seeing any heaven
Too smart, to figure things
out on ones own.
I crashed, poverty ravished
me, nobody sees but me
nobody

no body cares
I don/t carrot all
but you write
Like a long hair
rabbit

walking like around
territorial grounds
he pops out
in mid day
shaken by my
footsteps

where there is no
place to nest
And in the wide open
space

he sits ready and waiting
to flee

Peace!

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