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Seth's bad poetry
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2/8/18 12:36 PM
I hold my child close 
and bury my nose in her neck
nothing more to say

I sit alone 
playing whack a mole with my mind
pointless and engrossing

a field of grass 
endless love
letting go
Am I in it for the money?

Bitcoan meaning
the rock,  a fugazy
it bubbles selves and suffering

Stepping back
A bounding shell I lack
can see it dawning

Free at last, free at last
if I am rational
thank God almighty
free at last

RE: Seth's bad poetry
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2/8/18 12:59 PM as a reply to seth tapper.
seth tapper:
I hold my child close 
and bury my nose in her neck
nothing more to say

I sit alone 
playing whack a mole with my mind
pointless and engrossing

a field of grass 
endless love
letting go
Am I in it for the money?

Bitcoan meaning
the rock,  a fugazy
it bubbles selves and suffering

Stepping back
A bounding shell I lack
can see it dawning

Free at last, free at last
if I am rational
thank God almighty
free at last


"Brush lines
in a letter to a dear friend
turn out beautifully.
A moment of
joy.”

~ryokan

RE: Seth's bad poetry
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2/11/18 5:26 PM as a reply to seth tapper.
edited


On a screen of being dance shadows only I can see
Of this flower bed of beauty 
I thought I needed meaning

RE: Seth's bad poetry
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3/17/18 11:37 PM as a reply to seth tapper.
I have been hunting
a great white whale
Obsessed and sea tossed 
for years I have given chase

Always just ahead
just beyond this coming horizon
I could taste its sweet taste
but I had fought so many monsters
I was terrified of the final battle

I swam a million miles 
in circles
What a cliche! 
I am the whale
all I chased was my tail

Here and now
In this and every other reality
I have always held my grail
nothing ever left undone