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The Flying Ship
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Who I am on face value:
- Joel Macbeth
- Australia
- I am only a slave poet And my chains are those that are worn like armor By the most foolish dictators idols to their own grotesque Bury me with my flute, a knife, coins on my eyes And say you knew I was unrepentant
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2010
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September
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- How Ironic.
- A Poem About My Insanity
- Well, That Was Crazy.
- When I Think About You.
- "There's No Place Like Home"
- Explanations.
- Do Any Of My Posts Start With 'E' ?
- Jay-Blue Way.
- Wearing Out The Soles We Walk On.
- Piece of Paper
- Misconceptions
- Close
- Rhyme Away Thy Sadness
- The B That Was Way Too Damn Big.
- Grey.
- With These Eyes.
- Cast From The Sky.
- Backstage
- Is There A Devil In Me?
- Curtain, Be Pulled Back.
- I Never Thought I'd Need So Many People.
- Purple.
- HATE.
- Finest Of Her Kind.
- Rays Of Light Reveal Only More Mystery.
- The Delicate Man.
- Danse Macabre
- Mr. Fixit
- Possessed By Truth
- Just A Day In The Life Of Joel
- Quiet Haikus
- I'm Laughing Inside That You Took That Seriously
- Admit I'm Clever People!
- The Ultimate Cure
- Crypticity Abound On The Blog Of Joel.
- The Things I'm Afraid of Are Many.
- I Don't Know.
- He Who Has No Redeeming Feature.
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