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never argue with a fool
Great minds talk about ideas, Average minds talk about things, Small minds talk about other people. --Unknown Handle them carefully, for words have more power than atom bombs. --Pearl Strachan Half the world is composed of people who have something to say and can't, and the other half who have nothing to say and keep on…
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Thank You PJ Fan Club
Pearl Jam Fan Club you are the best! I got camp cups!? Is this a test?! Did I order and forget? Is Alzheimer’s out to get me? Am I caught in a net? Is someone missing their mugs of late? Did you ship them both out by mistake? Oh in reality you are just great! Do I send them back? Dare I claim my bag tags instead? Such a…
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$19.09
?what's wrong with you scissors, drapes & cold rain moon bright at noon i hope not your cigarettes (in my nose & throat) again christ-jesus lands nearby many traveling years diesel rocket-ship a broken wing like dove crash landing into your alarm clock "have another" he says
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Living in the wilderness
Out in the wilderness a woman can smile on the way home seeing some deer in the fields what time is it? they’re out! (7:15 must be a good time to eat) Out in the wilderness I can feel the joy of loving my neighbors: horses, cows, rattling tree dwellers there’s the joy of seeing gentle life the joy of being almost home…
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Insults to Injuries
For all the wrong reasons, I said yes to you. I lied to myself, But you lied to me too. You painted the picture, I wanted to see. The colors soon faded, Insults and injuries. So many years wasted, Living this lie. I'm so tired of sitting idle, As life passes by. So much for the picture, You painted for me, I made a…
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9-11 Never Forget- a memorial to heroes
I was due to fly that horrific morning, and of course ended up having the skies silent for nearly a week. The shock and horror of that day will Never be Forgotten. That day opened a gaping hole in my heart for the victims and their families. I proceeded to write ~92 poems re to 9-11...here is the first.....I borrowed the…
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Supper
Delectable act of reconciliation… convivial connubial joining…off… time…out of mind… Superior bubble in the lake of the woods… words…worth many pictures…blink, blink, nudge, nudge, wink, wink Destiny’s door step a hardy mountain to climb…breathe… deep into the un-foreboding future… of light…of laughter…of tiny feet…
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Lives and Dreaming Minds
Lives and dreaming minds I woke up this morning with an insight that is worth examining: The people we keep close influence the course of our lives. (for good or bad) I know the idea seems mundane, but it’s more than that! the people we bring close create an environment of “normal” that creates a road our lives are lived…
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do not gently go like that
no more gentler visions promises left in the dark here are gone fortunate seas left tumultuous swarm anything beautiful you'd stare at spaces left between spaces fill (there are) no more gentler visions here but still candles blown out by whispers candles laying down when they die gyrating beautiful flowers would if they…
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My friend passed away a few weeks ago....poem I wrote
I found out on August 27th that my friend of nearly 23 years had passed away unexpectedly a few days prior, most likely due to an aneurysm (autopsy not finished yet). His service was yesterday (and internment will be next Tuesday). I recited this poem... "12a" I see a silhouette of trees as I go for a drive Late August and…
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"Catatonic Dignity"
She sits in her corner but she’s not alone. Spinning lines connecting the lives of former selves. Creating a web of lies to all others except herself. This unreality speaks to her; sometimes a whisper, sometimes a scream. The magnitude of this truth has heavy tolls. She stares at horizons beyond the confines of these man…
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Square
It's never wearing as thin as the glass the thing I no longer have to cry as long about the thing opening doors like walls are long would you like to have a look at what's taller than me sometimes less sometimes more sometimes trees are shorter in such a precise rectangular pointy sublime subliminal tormenting jungle I…
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Hollywood Dementia
Nikki Finke had a gossip Hollywood site called Deadline Hollywood - industry, not celebrity stuff. She now has a fiction site called Hollywood Dementia (HollywoodDementia.com) and she's looking for submissions. The site has only been up for a few weeks. I have a piece that appeared today. She likes people who know the…
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(zero the title) part III
early mornings when sky-flame has his music she'll be there (songs) like pianos guitars & many wines horns go birds a breeze of golden leaves & truth circles always rounding & smoothing perfect stones washed in tears weathering you just can't tell the difference her angelic eyes call she's like a lighthouse instantly…
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He can't help when his happy looks insane
Working on a painting of Eddie. Just about done but not quite. The photo isn't the best but it's on balcony tile to give a size reference. Trying to think of a good name. Any suggestions. Thanks
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Diary of A D.O.E.F.; The World In My Eye...
No that's not a typo.. I have only one working eyeball.. So it's a running joke.. And D.O.E.F. Stands for D.generate O.ld E.litist F.uck So one day I will explain why I believe I am the way that I am. But let's just get through today in the cliff notes.. I can't not share these people with you!! Living in Colorado Springs…
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Process
When feelings are intense it takes a long time to process them the first year, I might have felt numb and detached the second year, I might feel weepy and mournful another day I might feel all right, I could feel like myself? cheerful and hopeful? though some kind of trigger might make me drown again it could be a thought…
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took awhile
?what not when two eyes do not go blink(ing) just there this & that a simple list now complex the fading of care where's the answer i've no questions sweet remembers honey tooling the work a sea floats in its home somewhere off far this mirror isn't here ?ask can't have the beginning but you should know this
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Sunrise
Sunrise...it reflects inside To an ancient place...where the past hides To identities of long lost tribes Forever removed from this page (From a song I wrote a few months ago...standing on a hill watching the sunrise I felt a connection I couldn't explain so I wrote this )
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scream(ing) storm
you'll feel it inside a long gone chance that hung around each time winds break around the neck cold black & empty no hope has crushing volume something like deep sea pressures ripping apart the beast a tornado for a child is born a son with bright changing waves so much the internal eternal flames where fruits & nuts…
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standing there
(part I. you bastards) angelic from leaf sky down to my feet it was not snowing but as pure as she wore a close smile here her china doll is not still with a magical moon lit she did so deep lost & high every window went away the prayers slow filled the room (puppy breath & my childhood rememberings & rings) with sweet…
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With Thee
I don’t have to climb it, ride it or conquer it Your mountains, your horses, your sea I don’t have to bend it, shape it or own it Your rivers, your gardens, your streams I don’t have to chop it, burn it or clear it Your forests, your grasses, your fields I don’t have to claim it, cage it or clip it Your shorelines, your…
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Who are We?
As in so many Summer Squalls Lightning streaks the Sky Selecting it's next victim The element of surprise Once the shock is over To burn and fly away? Or shake a fist and shake it off “Fuck you, not yours today!” Your Sun burns skin unprotected And shelter and culture is a must Minds forever working, working We pray, “In…
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good-bye
to die for the sun it'll say this when i'm gone equals are winter nights & me a single autumn leaf dried brittle like where i dream thin ice was never under toe all freight trains still sunk down deep where the darkness of whaling harpoons splits seas wide open spilling over in red waves with nothing flowing decent anymore…
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Lunch Break
She looks down at the plate of baked salmon and pasta salad, waiting to be eaten Today's funny page laid out before her, waiting to be read Here in this small break room In this small office In this small town How significant is this moment? How significant is any moment? To the "big picture"? To the "grand scheme" of…
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Evening Walk
Went out of the house when the Sun went down My dog really needed a walk I was a little disheartened, for no breeze could be found The heat enveloped me like a cloak The stars appeared hazy, as if they felt the heat too Our brisk walk was quite lazy instead The only things enjoying this weather, I knew Were the bugs and…
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2 b reel
2 b reel, internet games and fishing… rods float amongst the ravenous eyes… that is where it is at… surrounded by small comforts in memory gone bye… making a big space for new creation… to be kept in small memories… once again pen tweaks the wrist in a sideways draw… the daily watering that was not done... the once- a…
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Outlets and Plugs
My outlets, my plugs there’s no need to hide it no need to get by it some days I see it spread out! music just grabs me hold on, hold on, Hang On! it’s the beauty of it there’s the space to draw with a thousand colors it could be anything! it could be alive it could be soft or dark hard or bright even shiny or matt…