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Autumn Gust

Rating: 4.5
The artist is the artist is the
lover is the destroyer
is the creator.

Combative in nature.
Eternal in life.
Annihilated in love.

Stoic hands of incandescent grace
weave
and he is erased.
s./j. goldner
Monday, October 29, 2007
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COMMENTS
R.k Das 02 January 2012
so much said in so few words, , thanx
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Yoni Assis 28 June 2010
WOW! This one's going in my favorites.
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Salu Salu 19 January 2009
the weird thoughts indeed is different that makes art. rgrds/salu
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Ridge Cahill 16 December 2008
Awesome in every sense of the word, truly. The grit that permeates from this poem is delicious.
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C. P. Sharma 13 December 2008
he is erased.... and he is frozen in his creation to find a new birth for a strange new world and the world says he is a unique artist each time he paints anew but him the world could never view. CP
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Will Barber 26 October 2008
So eloquent - so full of meaning and nonsense - our temprarily skulls explode. l
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How brief our lives are when we wear the masks of paradox and yet we can come front faced with our souls and still play many roles.A ten from me keep up the good work.Your postings are interesting.
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Thomas Kurkoski 08 October 2008
Short and succinct...loved it. Thomas
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Michael Fischer 05 October 2008
Great stuff...top marks! -Michael
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Shayne M 11 February 2008
Now, this I Can Sink My Poetic Teeth In..More Raw Poetry Please? !
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