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I Can't Find The Words
In this great Nation, We once called United, I see the walls are crumbling down. The once bright rainbow Above us has divided; Red, Orange, Yellow, Green, Blue, Purple Have become frActals of a Once promised dream. One side wakes to bear a burden, While another side wakes, Crying and hurting. But these are crosses, Born…
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A Stranger in my own home
The couch holds a blanket and pillow, The coffee table sits dinner for one. The television set to my favorite channels, Never thought I'd be so alone. When silence is all that you have. Thoughts become self conversation. Did you say something to me? Know! I was talking to myself. I am my own best friend. This home is his…
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Blue Glow
Need you here stays on the edge doesn't seem to disappear Only you can quell this ache the words I long to hear the words to remember then we would know the rain is falling one by one guidance is lacking me for redemption contrary perceives only false decrees at the LaVielle so reserved blue glow around black I could see…
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Streaming Dreams
Breathe exhaled, and tears expelled. Shining bright behind the eye; exposed. Shimmering expectations roll down slowly. Open doors whisper promises to passers by. Winds of change ruffle skirts, and hairs laid neatly. All the while.. We stream our dreams..
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"Set in Seed"
Oh dandelion the dangers before you are great in this green sea. Listen not to the voices that root up against you. Set yourself against the winds of shame. Become the sunburst flower; such a radiant glow. With time, the winds shall fall away. Upon the breeze your dreams will prevail.
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Ashes and the reign
Rest in the quite shadows of the moon Watches as the carousel horses drift around her room Silently moving through a kaleidoscope of time Holding an umbrella to protect her from the reign. The stampede of voices that call out her name Whisper promises that create illusions in this game And she sits quietly in a…
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Finally got to see PJ live in South Carolina, and Eddie inspires with his words
so I thought I'd drop some lines from my head. First a bit of back story.... I was at NC State in 1990-93. My roomie was a guy that went around and set up stages for shows, so always had backstage access to great shows. Unfortunately I have some disabilities that kept me from working with him, so I missed some great…
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GAMBLING
I really don't like this poem nor the space where my head is when I write such things but wasting words is a crime. A very minor crime to be sure, but waste not want not. Or some other lame excuse, haha. OK, here it is... GAMBLING Lay your bet down on the archive of our Endless restless interactions of unsettled loans But…
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Summer Issue of Hot Valley Writers is Now Live!
Thanks again to all you PJ people who contribute. Please think about submitting for the winter issue. (Don't worry, I'll remind you.) Stay cool and enjoy fiction, non-fiction, and poetry. hotvalleywriters.com
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The wind
A soft wind touches your cheek fresh scents in morning air memories from other mornings turns up in your mind Inhaling air like drinking water when thirsty life is present easy simple breath Being a part of something bigger listen feel fill up your senses pick up the fruits lay them in the basket that's turned empty save…
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Lullaby
asI lay my tired mind down to sleep the thoughts of many come calling through the silence of the night. and if I open my eye's would you promise to sing me a lullaby the way you always do a lullaby beneath the wind to carry me through. and the angel's they danced to a song I've heard it before and they crashed through the…
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In the Quiet
Silence. Void of sound.. A deafening quiet blankets me,. My ears ring with echoes of nothing... I revel in the space of hushed existence. My soul is revived in this space.. My sanity returns. And then slowly.. The sounds of life return as well..
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Long way home
Tell me where the shadows of time stand still Take me to that place where monuments of our lives hide It’s such a long way home. On the far side of the mountain’s morning shines Like a child’s eyes and the stars are so close You can reach into the sky and touch them. Do you know where it is And can you take me there ? It’s…
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Holy Molly (and an Irish Ale)
Old black leather shoes and a short red dress dimples and a smile are true to the test a test to be free a test for the world a testament to be told. forever and a day to see how she moves when she moves she move like a dream inside a faded film reel from long ago. Holy Molly and an Irish Ale waiting for a table for two…
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Cheated (stolen verse 6/8/16)
Cheated (stolen verse 6/8/16). Do you ever get the feeling you've been cheated? Do you ever get the feeling You've been cheated? Do you Ever get the feeling you been cheated? Do you ever Get the feeling You've been cheated? I have and I do. Don't you?
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The Endless Hunching of Gravity's Shoudler
The Endless Hunching of Gravity's Shoulder Every day, I keep going back to the shed where the boards are stored, leaning up against the walls at leisure, waiting their turn to help shore up the crumbling hillside out behind the house. I take them out one at a time and walk them, hefted on my shoulder, over to where the…
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face in my window
I think there were ghosts out tonight you could tell by their formative screaming and long shapes you could just tell how slow she went forward as if backwards with her children in long dresses creeping blue lights and what was she doing several nights a week the ghosts go backwards like an audience in white, they fly down…
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Playing Live Music Online RIGHT NOW!!
Hey everyone, I'm tossing a few back and putting on a live show on streetjelly.com. All Pearl Jam covers today! click the link to come watch...totally free!! Tips appreciated though! :) http://www.streetjelly.com/ Just look for Jon Chorba...should be right on the front page!
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Hot Valley Writers - Submissions Please
Our summer edition is supposed to be out June 1st, but my co-editor Joe and I have been insanely busy so we're still collecting and editing and writing - and we'd love some more fiction, non-fiction, poetry or all three if you're ambitious. Check out our site if you haven't - it's lots of fun, we like most anything.…
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Holy Molly (and an Irish Ale)
Old black leather shoes and a short red dress dimples and a smile are true to the test a test to be free a test for the world a testament to be told. forever and a day to see how she moves when she moves she move like a dream inside a faded film reel from long ago. Holy Molly and an Irish Ale waiting for a table for two…