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Joseph Arthur



Last Updated: 11/24/2009

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Status: Single
City: Brooklyn
State: New York
Country: US
Signup Date: 6/23/2005

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Sunday, March 29, 2009 


Can you give
Your heart
To another
Without
Can you live
Under death
When another
Will steal your breath

We danced along the hillside
She held onto herself
Still we danced along the hillside
I think she needed my help

Can you give
Anything
To another
Afraid to sing
Can you make
a slave a king
Or give a beggar
A diamond ring

We danced along the hillside
She held onto herself
Still we danced along the hillside
I think I needed her help

Can you kill
A shadow thief
With a plastic knife
Or with relief
Can you cure
Stolen grief
From a soul
It's underneath
Can you love
In spite of fear
Can you make it
Back from here
Can you give
Yourself away
Or will you always
Be this way

We danced along the hillside
I hung onto myself
Still we danced along the hillside
I think she needed my help
I think I needed her help
I think she needed my help
I think I needed her help


2:31 PM
 
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S.a.r.a {Free Falling ♥}
sara sweningsen

 
i love it. As always. May I re-post again as a bulletin? it touches something quite deep in me.

 
Posted by S.a.r.a {Free Falling ♥} on Sunday, March 29, 2009 - 2:45 PM
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Emma's Art

 
yeah, I think lots of things here, and find in conclusion that there is strength in sharing. Giving without rewards or compensations...the greater power of love.
And that is so cool! Peace, Bro! Emm
 
Posted by Emma's Art on Sunday, March 29, 2009 - 10:13 PM
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marc english 800

 
i hear your heart that drums like life ... again
 
Posted by marc english 800 on Monday, March 30, 2009 - 12:30 AM
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Rhyssa
Rhyssa Scott-Smith

 
Your work is beautiful and complex


I love it.



<3 rhyssa
 
Posted by Rhyssa on Monday, March 30, 2009 - 9:57 PM
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w

 
a girl could use a shadow and a secret to live beneath
 
Posted by w on Wednesday, April 01, 2009 - 4:11 PM
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Mélodie

 
Oulala c'est très joli.




It's the whirlwind of life
 
Posted by Mélodie on Thursday, April 02, 2009 - 9:48 AM
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Kimberly
Kimberly Owen

 
Lovely!
 
Posted by Kimberly on Friday, April 03, 2009 - 2:32 AM
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Luis
Luis Pinheiro

 
very nice J.A...



I wonder if she read it too...
 
Posted by Luis on Sunday, April 19, 2009 - 8:04 AM
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w

 
dude, I need your help back from here.. can you hear me now? where'd you put the keys?
 
 
Posted by w on Wednesday, May 06, 2009 - 3:45 PM
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So A.D.D.

 
Hi Jo ~ hope you are doin whell ~
 
Posted by So A.D.D. on Monday, May 18, 2009 - 6:25 PM
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Rebecca
Rebecca Soto

 

I did need help and so did she.  I've tried killing shadows with knives..it needs relief.  You can only give so much to someone afraid to sing.  We're all beggars and kings- depending on the day.  You can love inspite of fear, but in won't go anywhere or stay too long dear.  I pray to God I can give myself away....don't always want to be this way.  Much love to you J.A.


 
Posted by Rebecca on Saturday, May 23, 2009 - 7:43 PM
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Melanie
Melanie Pierluigi

 
A random poem....

How is one suppose to act?

The rain still

shifts it’s body

across your yard -

the same stretch of moon

like hidden eyelids blink quickly,

a burst of REM in the night.


even the texture of grass shudders

against your feet,

jumps from tree to tree.

 

How is one suppose to act?

We can’t be weeded

Into the earth. Except  

when the ground slips from our feet,

and rosebushes dethrone.

Then I’m taken back

to the silence of your limbs,

the soaked sponge of the city. 


 
Posted by Melanie on Wednesday, September 02, 2009 - 4:56 AM
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