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The Archer
even thru this as I see it the day comes heart ache and happiness and the idea that one is right while the aero finds its way. straight thru the heart while days stand still wild horses run into the night but still the blind see what they will with blackened visions sealed with touch, scent and sound a hand full is taken…
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Numbered
Numbers, numbers, everywhere I look On every paper, in every book In my wallet, on my phone The bathroom scale, on everything I own The clock that sits on the bedside table The remote control and the guide for cable They're on my clothing and my shoes Numbers on my bottles of booze On my keyboard, the inside of my ring On…
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solacer
a bridge to generation generating bridges engineers and eggs hot fried on the track Rebekah tooting to rock the tots spilling into schoolyards harkening the quick spurts powerful in all they lay down once again a female at the helm honouring fathers and sons they have passed thru this valley hill and dale she reverend at…
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2:22
grass & white clover flowerings would be a sky with feathers under there where the sound of rain belonging lasts a blue & white bird have melted together somehow a small maple berry bushes & the area above the lines even each fence dove & flew about in a reckless acrobatic festival with chipmunks at their dish some days &…
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hero
take a picture if it helps it last take a moment, let it all pass the entrance sets us all back the exit still rests inside our heads sitting in my own mind, you were more than I could have ever thought you came and went within our own time, embrace the moment to hold for all pride something that makes one unique something…
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niight
do you see that big as expanse of everything that is viewed here while sitting smelling honeysuckle do you launch like that vivid as you live running dauntful from sorrow the thick of your life which you rut and balance it's funny how the most important things go unnoticed it's funny how the source of our souls is so…
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"An Untitled Us"
I am a nothing dreaming of something beyond beauty and the fates. An emptiness so captivating it speaks to the unknown. Forward unto dreams I dared not sail to in the past. And walk softly upon my soul. Upon these pages I give you my everything. For you to keep hold, the scared, till the winds of time settle and unfold.…
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Too many, Too much
If human beings were all one color Of one faith or perhaps none at all Would we still have reason to kill each other? Climb to the top and watch them fall? If we all shared the land together No flags, one common goal Would we find another reason to kill our brother? The answer, I think, you know Too many people leaving in…
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The Loner and his Leach
Words run away leave me alone for just one day bounding and re-bounding like pistons in my head I gave you fuel, now I want you dead So I swim...in all directions as if I could ever get away you cling to me like leaches stagnant water larva, licking remorseful clay What do I do to get back in the pool everyone is playing,…
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Give Back
holding onto this hate like a noose around my neck like somehow this proves you wrong why keep driving towards the wreck? it does me no good need to climb out of this tree burn that knotted rope run, reborn and free the water rises and I can't swim feet tied to your anchor hoping the tide will bring me in back on shore…
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Topaz
Beautiful Railway Bridge of the Silv’ry Tay! Alas! I am very sorry to say That ninety lives have been taken away On the last Sabbath day of 1879, Which will be remember’d for a very long time. ’Twas about seven o’clock at night, And the wind it blew with all its might, And the rain came pouring down, And the dark clouds…
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It's not as if I don't know what it looks like
It’s not as if I don’t know what it all looks like through a key hole I’m sure it looks like I don’t appreciate the love but no one sees the whole like I do they didn’t see the shell or the brandy or the rose! they didn’t see the long line before they don’t know that the man on the moon might love the woman on the shelf…
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She
Beware of your intentions She's beautiful,Yet complicated Inviting you in with her infectious smile She knows what she wants And she'll tell you her story, If you're willing to listen at all. Don't take her for granted She stands by her word With insecurities larger than life. She wants someone to love her Someone to lust,…
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Saying good bye to Denali
Love the boys at Felt Soul Media and they do a great job again in this short video. Warning that you might want to have some tissues close, especially if you are a dog lover. https://vimeo.com/feltsoulmedia/denali
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All My Parts
All My Parts Movement from heart to pen to heart again Voice added to quell the guilt of letting painfully unapologetic ego ride for too long Watching the suffering simpering of gossips affect Negativity bias has blackened the soul, heart bleeds in deep rebellion Spilling Observations Mountains into molehills, Mouse’s…
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New Issue of Hot Valley Writers
Our summer edition has gone live! Read and enjoy. Thanks especially to our PJ contributors. And think about submitting to our next issue, everyone. Thanks! http://hotvalleywriters.com/index.html
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Need Submissions! For Hot Valley Writers, the oh so cool online lit magazine
Yes, it's that time again. Submissions open until June 1. Short fiction, non-fiction, and poetry. Please join us. Questions, PM me. Thanks! http://www.hotvalleywriters.com/
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What's the point?
There’s a pool I hardly use there are dresses in the closet I haven’t worn yet there is a bicycle that needs some action! what am I doing? I need to use the nice things I have I need to appreciate the good in my life what about the china that is dusty in the cabinet? what about the walks I’ve yet to take? What about the…
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ya ya
remember when we would create? yeah, I don't either I don't remember much except for fanfare on riverboats random earthly flagstuff scattered like display alas we were barely in whatever can be a shot ear, whiskey, a wait we were what was called john barleycorn in love (or so it's called by name) what i don't have is what…
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pain's center
alive not living caged up & small something like a parakeet twisted sick wings no fly going just clouds sometimes pass over lifespan dancers file & fill razorblades while a grandmother's wind up ballerina musical jewelry box takes a dive for the floor
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Sell some rare but cool itrms
I have some cool and rare items is look to sell based on still looking for work. Very rare cd cover hunger strike signed by 5 members and 6 members signed an 8x10 pic oh temple of the dog. I also have a Chris Cornell signed pic with him and Eddie in stage. Think it's a shot fro PJ20 the movie and I also have a pic signed…
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From the Archives: Backstage at Ann Arbor '94
A long, long time ago, when the Pearl Jam board was called Synergy, I used to write Pearl Jam Fan Fiction of a sort, mostly in connection with a particular show. I just unearthed some of them, and thought I would share. Remember this is like 2000-01, so there may be references specific to what we were discussing on the…
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Being Alive
the day beckons me Calls me by name. I cannot hear her shout. I lose the battle. I wrestle my demons, The struggle from within. In the shadows, hide, While life passes by. What is my purpose? Why am I here? What did I do, To deserve this hell? Sunlight wages war unseen, Through my soul's windowscreen. Though I want it, I…
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The Awakening
Well hidden lies, confusion of truth slung arrows through heart the dream now dead. Poison is your soul darkens all in your wake. Storming seas swirling attempt to swallow those that are whole. The beacon of light that awaits on the shore called her back in. Cradling her gently with wings of white light of the awakening
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69
we slowed the march to look above we looked up into the sky with no idea not even a thought we never thought we would die. it was the spring of 68 before the coming change the worlds eyes were upon us yet we could not imagine what would come to pass in the blink of an eye with all we say and do. simple pleasures that hide…
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To my Step Mom on Mother's Day
To my Step Mom. Thank you for being there when my biological mother was too out of her mind on drugs to realize what she was missing. Thank you for reminding me that she honestly knew no better, and that her actions were not intended, just consequential to her reasoning. Thank you for being the example that she was never…