Into the sorrow of the night Through the valley of dark despair Across the black sea of iniquity Where the wind is the cry of the suffering There came a glorious saving light The light of eternal peace Jesus Christ, the King of Kings.
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Of course the prostitutes of reality are the virgins in dreams but there are seven horses in the meadow with no one to ride them and all things are happening at once. It is raining. It is snowing. The sun is shining. The grass is black and there are seven horses in the meadow…
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for easter i will give you a white kitten
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The world has a magic direction in the twilight. It is a place of spells and visions. Look out of the window. Do you see the old woman with the plum tree on her back? She is walking up Hyde Street. She appears to be lost and I think she is crying. A taxi…
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I knew a gal Who Was cold as death I knew a gal Who Was made out of the sun I knew a gal Who Was -- oh, hell!
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There are days when our cat becomes the doors and windows of the house. To go into the bedroom I must open a wooden cat that has an iron mouse in its claws, and to look out the window at the sky I must peer through the stomach of a cat digesting —is it a bird?
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The light of hopeless candles illuminate the vocabulary of dying roots under freshly-burned trees.
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hey, kid you mean me? yeah, you. oh uh-huh sure, boy.
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At dawn when the dew has built its tents on the grass, will you come to my grave and sprinkle bread crumbs from an enchanted kitchen? Will you remember me down there with my eyes shattered and my ears broken and my tongue turned to shadows?…
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A river of twilight Flowed over the hills And covered the valley With its soft, cool water. I sat beside my little brother On the front porch, and I Told him a story about A flower that fell In love with a star. When I finished the story, My little brother pointed…
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The act of dying is like hitch-hiking into a strange town late at night where it is cold and raining, and you are alone again. Suddenly all the street lamps go out and everything becomes dark, so dark that even the buildings are afraid of one another.
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There was a darkness upon the darkness, and only the death growth was growing. It grew like the darkness upon darkness growing.
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Manny is one of those little guys in America who would rush in where angels fear to tread and start a hot dog stand. If the business fell through and Manny ended up in hell, he would accuse the devil of being antilabor.
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Cats walk on little cat feet and fogs walk on little fog feet, Carl.
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i pray to God. for Him to let me have You. if He will let me have You i will give Him a cookie.
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come dreamers and lovers come and let us melt into eternity. come for god's sake.
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A cigarette butt is not a pretty thing. It is not like the towering trees, the green meadows, or the for- est flowers. It is not like a gentle fawn, a singing bird, or a hopping rabbit. But these are all gone now, And in the forest's place is a…
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This morning I have been chasing soup to catch and put it in a poem, but the soupsoon ran away from my words.
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The moon throws A shadow upon the night. The shadow is as silent As the birth of a rose, And the shadow is as soft As a butterfly's breath.
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Philosophy should stop at midnight like the buses. Imagine Nietzsche, Jesus and Bertrand Russell parked in the silent car barns.
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