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Friday, June 20, 2008
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Truth of History
Category: Writing and Poetry
Bag of God filled by Plath
And hidden in the hills-
That became mountains of Pound.
In the alps of Ezra Joe Greene
censored himself close to death.
All the while Gertrude boxed herself in.
Repeat- who, who, when, when,
poetry, art, she and he, and he and she.
when and when was there their style
Repeated over and over again.
9:47 PM
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Mustard
Category: Writing and Poetry
Ketchup packet back packs-
too sharp to carry.
Tart filling red and messy
Sadists also fall in love…
9:14 PM
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Wednesday, April 16, 2008
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tag says "eat me"
Category: Writing and Poetry
That melodic
Can't stop it
Beat of your heart
Like
Midnight before twilight
Dancers on the sand
Litter the beach
As if the one that broke
Your heart left them there
To remind you of the better times
Bitter times pop up more frequent
To spite them and drive them towards the shore
Surly this must leave you
Wanting something more
Like
Dreams of peaches and cream
No taste in sight
Only sticky mess left behind
No napkins or towel to find
As if you were meant to be so dirty
Ugly dark days
Highlight where you are
You see the dusty road and ask "how far?"
Mad Hatter takes your hand
Directs you around wonderland
Like
You really needed a guide
On the tour of your life
Sight seeing and Cheeto eating
All along the way
Aww fuck lets just call it a day
12:20 PM
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Tuesday, April 15, 2008
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who knows?
Category: Writing and Poetry
Lack of live or drive
Mean nothing of course.
By fortunate accident &/or a
lack of design; now those words R
Mean-less I'm sure. Chemical pulleys
& bolts impregnate so metal bellies grow.
A crowded submarine can encapsulate several
Hundred men in CO2 filled chambers. (Now) (we)
Have something I'm shore. Letting waves hit me in
A dream- I wake to wish, to myself, for a grand piano.
7:18 PM
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Thursday, January 24, 2008
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beauty in her own eyes
Category: Writing and Poetry
Beauty's beast
Self-denial of outside things
Lessons learned
And kept skin deep
Hidden talents
Wrapped up in
Cotton sheets
(1000 thread count)
She stood 5'3"
But stood
For nothing
Or no one
But herself
And that's
Where her ugliness fell
Somewhere deeper than skin
A place she kept deep within
Where time stood still
And wounds couldn't heal
Where voids waited to be filled
11:47 AM
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Monday, December 17, 2007
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575
Category: Writing and Poetry
Sleeping numbs my mind
Peace remembered like rain clouds
Dreaming of release
12:15 PM
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Saturday, December 08, 2007
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blue eyes
Category: Writing and Poetry
As she took her wings off
I saw her walk away
Shedding her soft skin
Loosening her grip
I saw her giving up
She couldn't believe
So she walked into the night
I saw her lay her dreams aside
Within her fading words I could hear
The sound of a tear rolling down
From her blue eyes
As she took her wings off
I saw her walk away
7:35 AM
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Tuesday, December 04, 2007
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fall
Category: Writing and Poetry
Love to fall
Fall to feel
Feel to know
Know to love
Love to fall
4:39 PM
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Tuesday, October 09, 2007
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again
Category: Writing and Poetry
Twisted teachings by the son of man fell short.
Ancient songs
Sang by angels dancing on each others wings,
Cut through hearts during the fall of man.
Cosmic trails faded as the void swelled.
Time erased-
To spite the changing faces & man was remembered again.
3:29 PM
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Saturday, September 29, 2007
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freaks
Category: Writing and Poetry
I love the freaks.
There's not much that they're not
And in loving such-
I've learned to love a lot.
They walk here and there,
And lived through this and that.
Most of "this" being hard times
Most of "that" hurting worse.
Doesn't matter if they're good or bad,
Dirty or clean, have some or got none.
Freaks in their best speak wisdom from places seldom seen,
At their worst they live on the streets but push on.
The freaks are us.
We live our lives and feel our pain,
Some show courage and others succumb to the pain,
Some have tattoos and others have SUV's they drive to soccer games.
We're all freaks-
Mothers and fathers, sons and daughters,
The homeless and farmers, cops and robbers.
We've all felt nightmarish pain and that's what makes me love us (freaks).
6:57 PM
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