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War regalia by QanMeansBlood, literature

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War regalia

How gracious you were mountain top lost valley and sea within the dried barren nations that warred over thee At first the bomb constricted then set your suff'ring free Why were those victorious proudly trampling down your skin they pushed their iron flagpoles deep down rocky crevices Then washed their hands routinely as to prove that they were innocent Winning in those days meant failing many times now weeping bombs sail across an ocean of tending Not too far away machines built a bomb so rusty the fiends' mothers alone come and search the place for needles Then the fire came the trees burned

A strong love contained by QanMeansBlood, literature

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A strong love contained

my heart took a beating its pounds pump reddish dust from the leaking veins leave the sucker in a gas-like state. here's a vague confession I've been hardly longing for more just to feel right I never asked for those bloody fringes. the old biting mark in my head gets mad about love when others tickle present things for smiles like some sand castle. finally like shouting at the sun with a frantic gaze being carried away by the air that holds our tongues. and the lesser times set my love for a regular soundscape and an array of colourful corners in an overwhelming daylight.

The Time and Imagination by QanMeansBlood, literature

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The Time and Imagination

Within swamps, muddy willow waters aspiring to be more vibrant than 256 colours an overgrown bench passed by many a traveler stood not there to be sat on but was there to be Behind it one would find three stumps acting as if they were posing for full-blown sequoias "Look up," screamed the grasper of faith "Look down," whispered the master of silence "Close your eyes," told the engager of life The three, wearing their favourite baroque-inspired bark put on flamboyant hats and played their practised piece The Passing of Ages as they felt their dry roots reaching the end of time "What is time, more than a guidance?" screamed Faith

An Essence by QanMeansBlood, literature

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An Essence

On those moments when calm and silence intertwingle with rubbing waves gale force 2 and the cricket orchestra a swirl of passion may stir your pool of thought ...between the minutes when you notice the beaching waterheads once laid rest to rocks and stones hanging their shoulders after being sprinkled along the coast ...during the seconds when you open your eyes look up and see your world has been reduced to details beautifully dancing around your dreamy spot without stepping on toes; dozing elements fishing gulls sunken hulls ...when the tingling of all senses ceases your pulse and sweet-talks your thoughts into building

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De Wolken by QanMeansBlood, literature

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De Wolken

Een mens hoeft zich niet als hoogvlieger voor te stellen om sferen te bereiken als wolken die meer met elkaar bezig lijken te zijn dan met de regen waar zij geboorte aan geven de druppels, die zij zijn Bij hoge sociale spanningen volgt ontlading de wringende mist schiet schichten voort en raakt degenen die van meren leven Onbedoeld, degenen die uit vocht bestaan en toch de vaderen van de wolken in flessen gieten ook het fragiele ijs doen verwateren Tot de oorsprong van de regen al snel het leven laat

The Impression by QanMeansBlood, literature

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The Impression

First impressions are important but not to be taken seriously The world once asked me what kind of impression he or she had left behind in my mouldy mind Its leaves crackled and the blueberries smiled as it knew life that every first impression would tick by to leave a second first impression A box labelled 'Experiences' blew open before my eyes and gave me the impression that every glimpse of light is a taleteller Seeing the world through light means you don't actually see anything You gobble down playfully bouncing waves or particles or both Just your brain, reeling in signals from the dark Colour doesn't exist Unless... yo

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The Smell of Burnt Meat by QanMeansBlood, literature

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The Smell of Burnt Meat

Tell me, what would you prefer: a burning couch or a burning body I'd rather have myself set aflame Have that burning passion for desire, desire for passion, blown out, breath on fire Now I'm just lucky that my Zippo comes with a lifetime warranty Not that I'd ever have to return it, dry and empty after lying next to a fresh can of fuel for at least three times the lifespan of a demented monkey No, I'm not in denial I know for a fact that these things ignite themselves They only need some static pressure a blink of an eye and two rows of sparkling teeth to bite the wick off Seems I'll have to go and get some teeth then Two rows, no gu

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War regalia by QanMeansBlood, literature

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War regalia

How gracious you were mountain top lost valley and sea within the dried barren nations that warred over thee At first the bomb constricted then set your suff'ring free Why were those victorious proudly trampling down your skin they pushed their iron flagpoles deep down rocky crevices Then washed their hands routinely as to prove that they were innocent Winning in those days meant failing many times now weeping bombs sail across an ocean of tending Not too far away machines built a bomb so rusty the fiends' mothers alone come and search the place for needles Then the fire came the trees burned

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A strong love contained by QanMeansBlood, literature

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A strong love contained

my heart took a beating its pounds pump reddish dust from the leaking veins leave the sucker in a gas-like state. here's a vague confession I've been hardly longing for more just to feel right I never asked for those bloody fringes. the old biting mark in my head gets mad about love when others tickle present things for smiles like some sand castle. finally like shouting at the sun with a frantic gaze being carried away by the air that holds our tongues. and the lesser times set my love for a regular soundscape and an array of colourful corners in an overwhelming daylight.