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Bridge of Signs by kodama, literature

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Bridge of Signs

A Bridge of Sighs As inglorious as it may seem at first glance, the art of ripping off the guy who came before you is a time honored tradition. From the days of sitting around in caves beating rocks together all the way up to the last century, this was an unquestionably integral part of life. Doing what the last guy did and adding your own personality is not only a form of flattery, but a vital process to cultural evolution. It was only with the advent of modern copyright law that this act, which comes so simply and naturally to the creative individual, became a potentially criminal act. The documentary fi

Winter's End by kodama, literature

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Winter's End

The martial Month had come and gone And yet the winds still heed Boreas' call. How quickly we despair of withered things 'Til opened wide Her hazel eyes And He had furled his blackened wings She hadn't walked these streets in years. Not since that eternal spring -- now a fading memory.

December Days by kodama, literature

Of Landslides and Streetlamps by kodama, literature

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Of Landslides and Streetlamps

Spiral out of this, my Friend, please try to understand. Our moments are not measured by a grain of falling sand. Earth's tremor has sealed shut your eye; Night's sky shall take your hand, When every glance of Passer-by Is a deadly, silken strand. The setting sun calls out your name While midnight's toll demands That on your shoulder rests the blame, But when you cannot bear the pain Then, Friend, please take my hand

Death March in White by kodama, literature

Entreaty to the Siren by kodama, literature

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Entreaty to the Siren

Siren, my soulful one, Steady your song. Siren, my soulful one, String me along. Discordant the chimera that so long has chimed In vast ports of grey where great mummers have mimed. Here bumblers as blithely both seized the dun strings As taut, chords of din, as untethered said wings. Siren, my soulful one, Steady your song. Siren, my soulful one, String me along. Long angelic faces, these of anglers of souls Have cast their dull hooks, quite indolent as drolls, Whose lines have all lithely, enlivened with shame, The laudable, artful lambasting of names. Siren, my soulful one, Steady your song. Siren, my soulful one, String

Completing the Square by kodama, literature

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Completing the Square

save me from this this middle ground bordering on sanctity - holy borderline in sanity - wholly undermined what i would have you understand its through the grass the leaves a square of sky bury me beneath the tide in leaves of grass though misconstrued you had what i believe me in this this inner sanctum bordering on facility - folding borderline in fallibility - holding overdefined what i would have you understand its through the grass the leaves a square of sky bury me beneath your stride in leaves of grass where misconstrued you have what i

Song of the Flower, v.2 by kodama, literature

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Song of the Flower, v.2

Have you seen that Sun at midnight shining, 'Cross the sea in early June? Are the flowers in their beds reclining, Or have they run off with the Moon? Long lost the Moon that shone so freely, 'Neath in the pale indiff'rent sky Long worn from twilight's petals lightly Brushed away as hopes bled dry Have you long been waiting for that shining, Radiant dame we named the Moon? Have all your hopes spent daybreak pining For lovely maiden gone to soon?

Song of the Sea, Pt. 2 by kodama, literature

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Song of the Sea, Pt. 2

Unto the deep the songs that fall Upon the gods that heed no prayer, As vast as red sun's port of call Upon that dreadful, lightless layer, Of demons hid from sun and moon 'Neath endless night and lumbering herd, For fallen vessel's fallen tune Sans voice or rhyme; sans note or word, The nameless beast of unseen face A timeless name of age long gone, Unto the deep brings timeless grace Of life and death the tide rolls on, Of life and death -- the tide rolls on

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Bridge of Signs by kodama, literature

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Winter's End by kodama, literature

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Winter's End

December Days by kodama, literature

Of Landslides and Streetlamps by kodama, literature

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Of Landslides and Streetlamps

Death March in White by kodama, literature

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Entreaty to the Siren

Completing the Square by kodama, literature

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Completing the Square

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The Saturday Spotlight for December 22nd, 2012 by DailyLitDeviations, journal

The Saturday Spotlight for December 22nd, 2012

Dec 22, 2012

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This Is The Best Hot Chocolate by KabieBaby, literature

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This Is The Best Hot Chocolate

His eyes are sparkling with a memory of her smiling. How she overexaggerated things when she enjoyed them as a young woman. Her bright red coat was vibrant and alive, as was the scarf wrapped around her head. It was hard for him not to laugh. Save for the color, it reminded him of women from back home where he could only see the hazel eyes peering back at him from behind thin whisps of blond hair. The cold was intense, seeping into their bones and making them shuffle about slowly. Their little girl toddled about at their feet and seemed quite content despite the chill. His wife's voice came, muffled, from behind the scarf asking for hot choc

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Fate, as a calculus of probability by kodama, literature

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Fate, as a calculus of probability

Mara's only sense of time passing were the growing pangs of hunger that withered the heat of her focus, smothered the fires of her anger. Such a hatred is always more burdensome for the one who bears it than the one who may never choose to receive it. The target of her rage being beyond her immediate reach, the burden remained Mara's alone. Senses addled, Mara struggled through ever denser scrub and reed and briar. Hours elapsed and yet I could still track her progress effortlessly. A side effect of our brief emotional interaction or of injuries beyond what the girl could comprehend? I had opened old wounds, betrayals and abandonments,

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My Fair Lady, El Laberinto del Fauno, Mononoke Hime, The Hours

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kodama

Nov 4, 2013

It never rains but it... gets uncomfortably humid

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in the upper atmosphere.  But it's always all sunny and clear again when that nasty business is cleared up.  Get all that pesky somethingness out of here, we say.  Let us enjoy nothing in peace.  Sun light?  Never actually had much interaction with him, upon reflection.  Wind?  She sang a song to us once, but it wasn't very, shall we say moving?  But, every now and then, after the itinerant discomfort of density pays us an unwelcome visit the wind brings us something else.  A song, but it's not hers.  A light but it's not his.  Something from below she says, but we never put much stock in ups and downs.  Is and isn'ts sure, but ups and downs?

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Aug 20, 2013

Beyond the Moon

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What would we be without her?  Flat, even, unchanging.  More whole perhaps but wholly lifeless.  From the world shattering violence of her birth, to her eventual dismissal into the beyond -- neither symbol nor metaphor, but a map. How would we have grown without her guidance?  Torn from the flat, even, unchanging landscape of all that is, to orbit an unremembered and unremarkable past.  It was only in the certainty of her endless reawakening that we found any respite from our wakelessness. But she has turned her face from us so many times before.  One day, she will not turn back. Will we follow in what ways we are able?  Is it enough to int

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Feb 8, 2013

Don't ask her. She'll tell you. All about it.

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"There is no line to walk.  No magic moment when you know.  The surprise comes upon looking back, realizing this is no longer that.  There was no decision, no moment of transition; it wasn't for anyone, because of anything.  'That this is,' is the only certainty.  Therefore whatever was is not.  The only landmark is the dawning of surprise, but that too will fade with the death that is certainty.  Then there will be no before, no after.  Only, god-willing, a way of saying something, without saying anything at all. "I wanted to laugh then.  I thought, 'All I have ever wanted is to laugh, and never stop laughing.'  And immediately I knew that