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October 8, 2008 - Wednesday
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6:36 PM - Word Play
Category: Writing and Poetry
Confrontational piano keys
astound me with their situational brilliance
Their civil courage to tell
beautiful lies
is both alternately ambigious and
intuitively incoherent
They spin vinyl dreams of graphic pleasures
like
proverbial love
and onerous hate
with such romantic absurdity
that one knows
dying hearts still bleed love
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October 7, 2008 - Tuesday
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8:59 AM - catch and release
I could hold you
but i'd rather help you
let you go to reach your dreams
even if it's without me
i could love you
and not try to mold you
into more than you want to be
i will leave, i will go
sad face and teary eyes
making it hard to see
you're better off without me
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Currently
listening
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Growing Pains
By
Mary J. Blige
Release date: 2007-12-18
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March 31, 2008 - Monday
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8:18 PM - Paint by numbers
Current mood:  imaginative
i always saw her face as a beautiful
incomplete canvas
and my kissing lips could
complete the picture
wondering what hue the color of love would be
she never knew
and i could never tell
and so two color-blind artists paint a picture
that only love could sell
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March 21, 2008 - Friday
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1:58 AM - wishing to forget
Category: Writing and Poetry
ignorance is bliss
and i’m trying to pretend
that i do not know
smoke is to fire
as the past is to kindling
let it all burn away
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March 13, 2008 - Thursday
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1:21 AM - Both Hands
Category: Writing and Poetry
Both hands are shaking, sliding up the bridge of my nose around each eye, over my forehead and finally grabbing hold of the back of my head. My teeth grit, i sigh and try to imagine a calm breeze. Try to imagine I am that breeze. Cool, easy breezy and unaffected. Riding the winds and cruising the heights above. And I am that calm breeze. I drift about without fear of the changes that come.
Both hands are empty and in want of substantive action.
Of letting go of a long lost past, even if it is to reach, grasp
and miss at creating a change. Both hands want to touch
and caress and be tender transmitters of hungry love.
To wipe away the tears and stop the leaking
that turns the heart away.
Both hands pray together
that when called upon,
they would be strong enough
to carry the sin
with the glory
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February 26, 2008 - Tuesday
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10:55 PM - new untitled
Current mood:  pessimistic
Category: Writing and Poetry
i have lost my voice
left blind as a bat
in a well lit room
and it is not the darkness
but the cold that wraps me,
that calls the light away from my eyes
i have lost my footing
hydroplaning across the surface
when i mean to be deep sea diving
and it is not shaky ground that
tempts my heart to fear but the
knowledge that i am missing something more
i still dream
that i stand tall and right
and was never drawn low by life
but my shoulders sag at times
and breathing becomes difficult
i feel an age that is not my own
there is strength
and the fight is not gone
for even simple belief is power
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Currently
listening
:
True Magic
By
Mos Def
Release date: 29 December, 2006
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January 15, 2008 - Tuesday
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7:58 AM - Lost in Dreams and sin
Category: Writing and Poetry
Fragmented phrases and broken stories
drift through thoughts like old glory
Tattered memories speak in falsetto notes lingering
just long enough to escape the moans and groans
From afar it may sound like singing
Smoky church hymns beat upon breathy winds
lusting after hollow faith
and kissing weak winged dreams
Sweet poison potion sent to savior
visions swept out to purring sea
'Leaves of Eden' plucked
then lost in dreams of love and sin
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January 8, 2008 - Tuesday
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7:35 AM - Tag
Here's how you play: Once you've been tagged you have to write a blog with 10 weird, random, facts, habits or goals about yourself, at the end choose 10 people to be tagged, list their names and why you tagged them. Don't forget to leave them a comment saying '(You're It!) and to go read your blog. You cannot tag the person that tagged you so you can't tag me back. Let me know when you are done so that I can go read YOUR blog answers
I'm not too good at this kinda thing but oh well
1> Im actually kinda shy but most people don't believe that.
2> I spell work werk and probably prolly 99% of the time just cause
3> Once i went to a strip club with a friend and there were fat girls dancing
I don't go to strip clubs anymore
4> I have whats called a superfluous nipple (if you don't know just google it)
5> The last time i drank so much that i passed out was at a gay party. Luckily i was found passed out in the street and not in a bed or a closet
i dont drink like that anymore
6> The worst nickname i ever had was 'chimp'
7> I still read comic books (almost cried whenCaptain America died)
8> Im addicted to reality TV shows. It could be Rock of Love, I love New York or anything on HGTV. I watch just about anything reality on tv.
9> And i think that makes me a bad person
10> I can't dance but I choreographed a dance routine for friends in college once.
1> Amaris just try not to go too crazy with this, you wouldnt want to frighten people
2> Jezze don't ask why, just do it
3> Lynneth cause we are too far away fromm each other for me to hear your best stories
4> Keith cause you were there for 5
5> Robby J cause even you didn't know about 5 and 10
6> Dustin cause you just might be the most famous athlete I know
7> Faust cause you are a runner a bro and a coach (like me) and cause i miss ya
8> Zach you are one of the coolest actors i know
9> Daylon cause we don't talk like we used to
10> Carmella cause we go back back back in the day
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Currently
listening
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MM..Food? -special limited edition packaging
By
MF Doom
Release date: 24 July, 2007
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December 21, 2007 - Friday
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10:25 PM - Holding onto Tomorrow
Current mood:  fermented
Category: Writing and Poetry
My brain is scattered
piercing shards lay shrewn about
my heart is broken,
swept away like dust
and these falling tears only
leave messy traces
like the night after
that i can not seem to clean
or find forgotten
but the "I" remains
and i refuse to let go
i am holding on
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Currently
reading
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The Music of Chance
By
Paul Auster
Release date: 01 December, 1991
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December 2, 2007 - Sunday
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8:07 PM - scribbles
Current mood:  thoughtful
Category: Writing and Poetry
its been a while since i posted and words are few and far in between lately.
so i went rummaging through my 'collection and found unfinished thoughts and ideas. so i thought id share sum with you.
how long have i been sleeping?
and what does this dream mean?
hunger
craving and starving
desiring and needing
for both lust and love
beautiful decay
it is hard to let go of yesterday
because i remember
the dream of tomorrow
so i hold on believing
any day it could come
how deep did you bury me?
forgotten like lost memories
words have been screaming
to be bled free
from my fingertips
to be born
ink on page
my soul reformed
even if we're not speaking
i could never stop believing
Can i free myself from this
Not till i free my God within
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November 15, 2007 - Thursday
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11:56 PM - Villainous Love
Category: Writing and Poetry
long ago you stole
my heart away. you promised
dreams beyond riches.
weakend by venom
i fell to pain in my heart
and it filled my veins.
poison kiss to lips
long ago you stole my heart
the villain is love
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November 7, 2007 - Wednesday
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10:22 PM - To dream again
Category: Writing and Poetry
what happens when our
dreams have drifted away like
leaves on open waves
when the sun has dried
has cracked the thin surface through
brittle and breaking
could the dirt and mud
mold and form and make the dream
to live true again
would the earth take dreams
embrace them in grounds fertile
and plant a new seed
can you call dreams home
ask them to return to be
loved and dreamed again
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Currently
listening
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Corinne Bailey Rae
By
Corinne Bailey Rae
Release date: 26 February, 2007
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October 23, 2007 - Tuesday
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8:45 PM - devil’s blood pt 4
Category: Writing and Poetry
I dream that it has only been days but god knows that it could have been years by the look on my face. still cold and restless, i figure i can ignore it even if only a bit at a time. by now i have learned not to be quick to give in
but i do. and when i do it is sweet. it is warm and delicate and every other thing we name desire. the sensation tickles memories of first kiss. slow, unsure but more than just enjoyable. then harder and faster, deeper, until the kiss is no longer enough......
yes there was a time when i could have 'just enough'. when even a kiss was more than i could imagine needing for happiness. when happiness could be found in the freedom i did not know i had and have since lost. caged prisoner by the cry in my blood.
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Currently
listening
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Yoshimi Battles the Pink Robots
By
The Flaming Lips
Release date: 16 July, 2002
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October 17, 2007 - Wednesday
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10:57 PM - Dark waters
Category: Writing and Poetry
his expression never changes
calmness rules over the lines and muscles
that flex the same for real or fake smiles
but we both know what lies beneath surface features
not so much a storm
but a river of emotions hidden
deep and cavernous
it'd be easy to get lost in those waters
on the outside he smiles and laughs
carefree like he don't care
his bridges drawn up
closed to the world
i wonder at how often
he retreats to that place
if he sees his reflection
or if the waters are too dark and murky
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October 16, 2007 - Tuesday
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10:38 PM - 100 dedicated to.....
this is officially my 100th blog post and i dedicate it to the young one i met today with the expression filled face, hiding a pain escaping in a humor lost on those his age. i hope one day he learns to see himself and his worth
he couldnt have been more than twelve
and already he knew and felt
that he was socially awkard
he could discern what people thought of him
but didnt even recognize that he could have a power over them
that he could be a leader and being unique made it possible
or that he even had the choice to more than not follow
he took no pride in standing out
and i wanted to tell him thats what life's all about
to be an individual in a world so bland
i shouldve told him of hunter s thompson
and his gonzo lifestyle
but i told him about 'The Rock'
like he was any other child
his reply was 'whutever '
and i understand that
i only hope twelve years later
he will go beyond that
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Currently
listening
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Eardrum
By
Talib Kweli
Release date: 21 August, 2007
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