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July 4, 2008 - Friday
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NEW - 3 in 1 - We’re All Dodging Bullets of Some Kind, Aren’t We? (Homework I, II &III)
Category: Writing and Poetry
We Are All Dodging Bullets Of Some Kind, Aren't We?
(Homework I, II & III)
Homework I
Part 1 – Erroneous Expectations
They come from anywhere
They come at any time
Those things you still seem to think will go away
As if all those stories you read as a child were real
And the pain you feel will evaporate
But that's just not how it works
Irrational fantasies devastate
The ability to accept reality
Making a pin-prick feel like a shotgun blast to the chest
Part 2 – Lost Directions
Your desire is wealth but what you really seek is acceptance
A chance to not feel useless
For every breath you draw in
To not leave you empty and wondering
Lost and wandering
But you're afraid of what the mirror shows you
The 'fullness' of your life the perfect complement to the abyss inside you
Go ahead; look into your own eyes
Look past the little scar that never went away
And drives you crazy every time you see it
Focus on yourself the way you focus on trinkets
Go deeper than you have ever gone before
And you'll see.. there's simply nothing there
Homework II
Well, yea, maybe…
Every time I go to get something from the pile of clean clothes waiting for me to fold,
There's a bed sheet or two in there and I think, "How could we use this many sheets?"
"We don't use this many sheets. It's impossible!"
"There is NO FUCKING WAY we use this many sheets!"
Then I think about it and well, yea, maybe we do use that many sheets
Homework III
Thank Them
Thank them
Thank the ghosts of those that have sought the truth
Get down on your knees
And bow to them
Because seeking the truth may just be the only honorable objective on Earth
The truth, you see
Is hard to grasp sometimes
Like the fish you tried to grab at the beach that day when you were four
But just, couldn't
Its fucking calculus and geometry and algebra
Numbers and letters and shapes Everywhere
And only those that know how to look at it can see it
The truth, camouflages well
It can be glimpsed in half-sentences and words missing from newscasts,
Like greed and Power and LIARS
Glimpsed in the eyes of the woman whose first love died in a jungle and whose son died in a desert,
Both to make rich men,
Richer
Thank them
Because the truth, you see
Is the cold, hard brutality of everyday's reality
Caring not if you can handle or accept it
It does not concern itself with your fragility
Nor with your attempts at ignorance
Like the way you ignore that your second husband's eyes when he looks at your daughter
Make you oddly thankful that even though she's your little baby, she's leaving for college soon
It is the thing that wakes us at night
Pulled out of the inner-hell we pretend doesn't exist yet allow to dominate us
The internal screams of our darkest nightmares
That make our eyes pop open at 2:47 in the morning
With the absolute terror
Of revelation
© 2008 Michael Egidio Quigg
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June 18, 2008 - Wednesday
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THE TRADITION CONTINUES!!
Category: Sports
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June 11, 2008 - Wednesday
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NEW POEM - June 11, 2008
Category: Writing and Poetry
June 11, 2008
On this day of death
Yet another soul put to rest
His time of test is done
But his true life
has just begun
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Fallen to the ground without a sound
Found but too late
Lived its whole week of fate
Its chance to create was a short one
But its true life
has just begun
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Acceptance of reality
Is not always done so easily
The things which you can't control
On you will indeed take a toll
But its my soul that compels me to act
Its my heart that disregards fact
So how the fuck do I ignore that?
© 2008 Michael Egidio Quigg
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April 24, 2008 - Thursday
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RE: Jason aka Oral Probe has been deleted! New Profile
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From: Kodai Susumu Date: Apr 24, 2008 7:36 AM
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Date: Apr 24, 2008 3:36 AM
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From: ~Oral Probe~
Date: Apr 24, 2008 3:19 AM
Yeah. So deleting my videos proved too little too late and now I seem to have violated that last straw on Myspace's completely foreign looking terms of service. I WILL NEVER read them. So I just emailed them back with a few bits and pieces of a VERY angry mind.
Now it seems I have to abandon my shell and go find me another!
I am waiting for this one to die so I can take back my URL so until then you can now find me at /373389956 for now assuming Myspace doesn't lift my deletion status. Time will tell. But someone is a bitch. Plain and simple. PLEASE repost this for me.
I would love to have my life back!
Luckily I haven't logged out so I can send this and capture my code and poetry.
Or I would've shot up a liquor store!
Very sad,
Jason
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Date: Apr 23, 2008 11:44 PM
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April 4, 2008 - Friday
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March 9, 2008 - Sunday
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March 6, 2008 - Thursday
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POEM - Sumus Adsertori
Category: Writing and Poetry
Sumus Adsertori
We are the Shadows.
We are the faceless,
and the nameless
those whom you refuse to know
merely attempting to survive
week to week,
day to day
following a dead end way
of corruption and complacence
keepers of the faith
you can not,
no, never, trust
We are the pawns
of the darkest dawn
foot soldiers to be tread upon
discarded
when our bones have finally surrendered
and to the scrap heap we're relegated
there is no more watch of gold
the rewards our fathers expected
are covered in mold
so We are the Children of the Hopeless Tomorrow
our days filled with toil,
our nights filled with sorrow
We are the
truck drivin',
bag carryin',
data enterin',
beer servin',
box shippin',
road pavin',
paper pushin',
Shit shovelin',
Voices of Every Day
and We Declare not only Our Independence,
but Our
Humanity
and All that it entails
from our petty anger
to our misguided judgments
from our daily desperation
to our irrational hopefulness
We are Human
and no matter
the chains in which we are bound
We Are Free
And We Will Be Heard
© 2008 Michael Egidio Quigg
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March 2, 2008 - Sunday
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Come share your Inspiration!
Category: Writing and Poetry
The SpeakEasy Cafe invites you to the premiere of re-Verse!
Join Deborah Kelly and Q for this celebration of classic poetry.
Come and share what inspires you!
And a special thanks to GroovElement for our opening, Soulcry. Please check them out.
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February 29, 2008 - Friday
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The SpeakEasy Cafe presents... re-Verse! Classic Poetry Open-Mic
Category: Writing and Poetry
The SpeakEasy Cafe invites you to the premiere of re-Verse!
Join Deborah Kelly and Q for this celebration of classic poetry.
Come and share what inspired you!
Tell us about your favorite poet,or just enjoy classic words in the voices of today!
And a special thanks to GroovElement for our opening, Soulcry. Please check them out.
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February 15, 2008 - Friday
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POEM - Unworthy - from a Wordplay Workshop Pic Challenge
Category: Writing and Poetry
this is the pic from the challenge...
This is slightly different than what appeared in the challenge, but its only a word or 2 difference...
Unworthy
Upon this gate I gaze
wondering if I did enough in the maze
Have I been the best person I can be?
No.
I have not
I do not deserve these steps
these are for the pure of soul
I have not earned this reward
I can not pay the toll
My demons have controlled me
and kept me in the darkness
They are the reason for my torment
I am only hoping for redemption
A chance at resurrection
To be the man I know I should be
But I know it is too late for me..
My soul has been sold and I am awaiting my hell
My sins I must confess
This can not be my fate
Please God, tell me its not too late
© 2008 Michael Egidio Quigg
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February 14, 2008 - Thursday
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POEM - For My Wife
Category: Writing and Poetry
For My Wife
One heart
One soul
One mind of love
You are my light from above
So many tests
So many trials
So many tears
So many miles
But together we are still
Our will unfaltering
Our desire unfading
I draw my every breath
To breathe in of you
Your love pure and true
We are one because of you
The only thing in my life upon which I can rely
Is our love which I once stupidly tried to deny
But your strength has carried us through
We are one, because of you
Copyright ©2008 Michael Egidio Quigg
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February 11, 2008 - Monday
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Introducing Beacon’s Blog on WorksOfQ.net!!
Category: Blogging
Hello to all my friends and readers. I am very happy to announce that I have added a blog to my website, WorksOfQ.net. It's called Beacon's Blog and it will include my poetry but also artwork and essays about everything from politics to music to everyday life. Im really looking forward to seeing some of you there and I hope you take advantage of the subscription options available. I'll still be using my MySpace blog for some of those things, but it will have more of a personal feel to it. I would like to thank everyone that has been with me throughout. Especially my wife, Janet, without whom I would have no reason to do any of this. Thank you also to all the people that have supported and encouraged me as I've gone forward. You have meant the world to me and will always have a special place in my heart.(side note: I haven't yet updated my site to include a link to the blog from the main page. I will be doing that today or tomorrow, please be patient.)
Below are 3 graphics for the new blog. Anyone that would like to display one on their page or help me spread the word can copy the codes in the textboxes underneath each.
Don't forget you can also catch me every week on Blog Talk Radio! Sundays its Arts Inside Radio: Sunday Spotlight and on Thursdays, its The SpeakEasy Cafe's Sound Of Ink Open-Mic Poetry Show.
See you there!
- Q
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January 7, 2008 - Monday
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New Poem - T’was The SpeakEasy Before Christmas - As read on The SpeakEasy Cafe 1/3/08
Category: Writing and Poetry
T'was The SpeakEasy Before Christmas
'Twas the SpeakEasy before Christmas, when all through the network,
Not a soul could be heard, not even the host;
the switchboard was ready and set up with care,
In hopes that Moody Black soon would be there;
the listeners were nestled all snug in their threads
While visions of the Sound of Ink danced in their heads
And Nyla out west, Saint in SC, and I buried in snow,
Had just settled down for a lovely winter's show,
When into my ears there arose no chatter,
I sat there stunned, not knowing what was the matter.
To the keyboard I flew, asking of Saint,
What's going on? Right this ain't.
The moon on the crest of the new-fallen snow
Gave the luster of mid-day to my yard out the window,
When into my wondering eyes' sight would come in,
But a miniature creature, known as a gremlin,
The tiny little bugger, so lively and slick,
I knew in a moment this must be fixed quick.
But more rapid than eagles our saviors they came,
And we hoped, and prayed, and called them by name:
Now, Rayne! now, Saint! please help us, please!
On, Saint! on Rayne! save us from this little sleeze!
To log in anew! to refresh the switchboard!
Rayne lash away! lash away! show it who is lord!
And then, with a twinkling, I heard on the air
The sweet voice of Nyla, which was now with us here.
As I drew in my breathe, and the show did begin,
Down came my heartrate, and the sound of ink was in.
But the gremlin was up to mischief, from his head to his toe,
And Nyla was soon gone, leaving me alone on the show;
A bundle of wires he had flung over his back,
with what looked like a server, sticking out of his pack.
His eyes -- how they twinkled! his sneer how scary!
His plan was to ruin, but ours was the contrary!
His ugly little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
But that quickly disappeared when he realized there was still a show;
The sound of ink had escaped from his teeth,
And the poetry it encircled his head like a wreath;
It was Kicking Bear on the line with two scores of workers on break,
The gremlin he shook, and off he did take.
Soon Nyla was back, her right lovely self,
And laughing as I soon saw this, the gremlin was being eaten by an elf;
And a wink of its eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know we had nothing else to dread;
The word it was spoken, we went straight to his work,
And filled all the minds; and savored every quirk,
Soon it was time for Moody Black, as he was on the phone,
And we were dazzled, as his light brightly shone;
And when it was over, we had quite a laugh,
It had after all, been a rough night for the staff.
But we were all heard to exclaim, as our ink faded from sight,
"HAPPY CHRISTMAS TO ALL, AND TO ALL A GOOD-NIGHT."
Copyright ©2008 Michael Egidio Quigg
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New Poem - AYU 9 - As read on Caesura 1/2/08 - wanna help me with a title?
Category: Writing and Poetry
AYU 9
I can't feel the blows anymore
At my soul they tore but I have withstood the barrage
and have seen through the mirage
I can see the leprosy that is this 'society'
The light has shone brightly
and shown me rightly
So I decide to stand alone
Take your shadows of reality and hide in them
Pretend there is no brutality and let it breed in them
Let it feed on rotting misconception
Perpetuation of the blatant hypocracy
Fuck this idiocy and your easy way out
Mine eyes will always see because I am a devout follower of the truth
and its light may blind but in that blindness I can see!
But you can not see...
You go deep into the fantasy and hold on for dear life
and fall on the knife of indifference
You can watch as your soul drips off the handle and falls to the ground
I have heard the sound of my soul falling into the black
And I have fought and clawed my way back
Ignoring your demons may make your ignorance bliss
But this is the great lie in which you believe
The world of fallacy which you helped conceive
I can see the cancer that is this 'society'
Because the light has shone brightly
and shown me rightly
So I decide to stand alone
Mine eyes will always see because I am a devout follower of the truth
And though its light may blind,
in that blindness; I can see
Copyright ©2008 Michael Egidio Quigg
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December 28, 2007 - Friday
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POEM - NEW! (finally!) - Fracturing False Bricks - A Saint & Q collab
Category: Writing and Poetry
This is the first completed collab between Saint and I. I'm hoping its the first of many. Thank you to Saint for helping me get out of my writing rut. I'd still be pullin my hair out right now if it weren't for him lol thanks bro
The parts in italics are mine...
Fracturing False Bricks
by Saint & Q
Speficiations on inspirations
leave me with a frustration that I can't speak of;
driven deep into the pure edges of snow
with the blood of my innocence revealed,
I'm unsure of what to express,
for I am unsure of how I feel.
My thoughts a swirling tempest,
not allowing a moments rest
Unable to focus,
lost in the daily suicide.
no puff or pill helps me decide
I decry my tasks and put on my masks
and pretend that all is how I wish it to be
And you can't see my true face,
the one that is shattered,
not that it would matter;
because you would merely, raise your boot to crush me,
to suck the life, out of me, and as it is,
I have trouble breathing,
I'm seething, and pulling at my leash,
and if I ever break the noose,
it will be you who lose
the comfort of your delusions
and illusions of priority
turn me loose and you will see truth's light
blinding you with a single beam
showing how things arent all that they seem
and the fantasy you live in is destined to end
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