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Where have you been.
his hands rested in a state of confusion over his eye's his mind wandering back into the past he begins to shake now the chords of a silent melody begin to play. peel back the sunshine listen to the rain born the son of a mothers pain nothing is quite what seems in the world today can you tell me where you've been. the…
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Blood red roses and a bottle of wine
The old house was in disrepair and sat alone On the edge of the woods where the ocean meets the sand Redwood trees as high as I could see let in small rays of the sun And old rocking chair on the porch rocked back and forth As if the old woman sitting in my dreams was waiting for me. She smiled and waved and stood up proud…
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painting bowling balls full of smaller flowers using a van motor
please stop doing yourself a pirate ship you're not that vicious no stinky ass beard or fire swims from you you can beat sunlight with your two fists but don't do that smile instead bring me a set of laughter have us music because we can do this like that love this late winter day we'll light a crystal room or two plugging…
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chasing them away....
you know its been awhile since I wrote anything. oddly these past few years ive not felt motivated. to be honest, I haven't really liked who I was/am as a person and I think for some reason recently that has added up to monumental writers block. sure I start to write for fear of losing the ability but then I stop cause…
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Am I Ready?
Am I ready to leave this world? Have I accomplished what I've needed too? Do I have my affairs in order? Will there be a void? How do I divvy up my belongings? God knows I can't take them with me. Were they only worth something to me? Will they mean anything to them? Just a thought that crossed my mind, If life was over in…
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Feel the love
Going to work feeling so great listening walking to the bus stop the air is cold feeling so good waiting in my own world smiles at busdriver instead of saying hi finding my seat such a beautiful singing voice I will always love PJ the music touches my heart.. peace ;)
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Fester and Oblivia...
Oblivia, Oblivia Your hair is far from this box Comprehension stacked and wasted on you, Oblivia. Can't claw deep enough to hang... but mother says "Oblivia." Cross limb sits Oblivia Can't sigh loud enough to scatter the roaches... but mother ejaculates "Oblivia!" Flying on the gas of the lights Bottled women sink into…
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this one's about my mailbox.
The cat trigger pull full is nestled next to the abominable snow puppet of Mr. next-door-neighbor's face and that puts me and the world in a particular situation of repeating everything or else the walrus blubber I was sleeping in might get caught stealing fruit like oranges and apples and big long penis-shaped bananas…
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Memory is the fish in a pond
love
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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…