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Shady Lane
the stillness can be frightening though I know it will not last in the midnight fog I see clearly for what could be the first time the moon sits at the end of Shady Lane waiting for you, to set it free into the void a satellite of sorrow feeling the pull of never forever tied to the mother ship affecting our tides, the…
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By Myself
It is pouring rain and lightning And I don't care I'm gonna sit out here Soaking wet under the breezeway Til it strikes me Light a smoke And burn the ash wet Drink this wine Watered down All by myself
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Goodnight Goodbye
Goodnight Goodbye The blanket torn off White as a ghost Burned by the sun Minds all open deep the night And everything I believe About this spirit of the world Is totally true The god can't be taught How we know it Angels free I run to meet my friend And learn on his own things A soul on her wings Takes my hand in the song…
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Eurum
I don't know how I want to be loved Nor how to love an/other It becomes clear Once in a while Love that is The height of the frisson All a twitter, surge is flowing Once in a while Grasshopper in my reactions Lightening fast or Incubating to reach the swell of... I am Feeling will again Bit of a manic ride eh?! Ole! Eurum
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Driftin
Driftin in and out Of conscious mind Worry carried over An other titan mile This wine Drinks to you From the night with Taking sides Let go of searching Trinkets in the sand Or tying string around my fingers red So tight it rings me numb Palms facing sky Fingers so alive Words band The space between Regardless ... This is…
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Intimater
Intimater His anger cud Spit behind a glass Pick breaks the cow Cuts the cord Mete mating Ubiquitous bull Swallows followers hay Belly bloated and twisting Full on subverting Intimater Shakes his head For later Grown up a pain Hold it formation Never gets wasted The trick it favors Consequent streaming Blunt hit revival…
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This isn't for someone else
This isn’t for someone else this is for you and for everyone I don’t want to see you get one more plastic surgery you’re beautiful the way you are naturally! I don’t want to see you dye your hair unless it’s because you just love the new color I don’t want to see you pretend to fit in when you could be happier outside I…
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Somewhere In Between
Somewhere In Between… We wander through this life ripped open & bleeding searching for that faerie tale No one truly sure of it’s existence We subject ourselves to pain yet try to cover it up with pride Faith, hope and love what are they, but mere faerie tales in themselves… What’s real? What’s fantasy? and where is that…
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Indifference
Indifference The wall between you & I between here & there had started to crumble but I patched it up again yesterday it should hold good now for another decade atleast… longer if we’re lucky if I am….rather I pray because the crumbling creates such an unholy mess and we both know how I hate to clean…
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Not Really Worth It, After All
I wrote this one a while back...before I met my husband.. Not Really Worth it, After All There is a hole in me Dark and empty If you listen carefully You can hear the remnants of my beating heart Hollow space takes up residents in my chest A haunting echo reverberates within All that’s left is scar tissue Where I used to…
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My First Steps
It's so cold outside that my head rains sweat. Looks easier when an infant manages it. Laugh lines mock my fury at things I can't forget. But if I don't hurry they'll plant me headstone down. Never thought religion as a prepared medic. When do prayers complete what hearts and hands do? They tell me I must try harder, in…
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PIY
POPPIES IN YOUR close your eyes have a dream from the basement of where I'm not sure if we should be here with the sun rising and it being night out still snow on the petals digging them out will cause poppies for sale or giant hydrants to paint gowns with bonnets to wear up all night just to dance on your dad's shoes see…
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Burning Alive
Burning Alive Dark and mysterious our souls branded the same Your soft words spoken and the way you say my name... quicken my pulse. Your image in my head makes it impossible to think clearly Thick, soft, pink lips, haunting eyes and that raging spirit. Something dangerous hangs between us but I want to flirt with danger…
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Lady and the Ghost (girl in a picture)
In a photograph I see her standing at her typewriter, cigarette in her hand Has she found the words that make her feel, make her see everything she needs to be And all that lives inside her dreams. I wonder if she knows, can she feel me as I as gaze at her through the dim evening light That fills her lonely room ,dose she…
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tiny toes
small toes dance through damp clouds at dusk nightgowns and fireflies hover in twilight mists laughter a distant echoing shadow foreboding cedars crowd about the fire for stories to hear a new rhythm begins as her head turns catching a glimpse, the ghost of dreams fingers losing grip , memories she can't remember into…
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And All of Floating Thought
And All of Floating Thought Maybe hot flashes spring from all the years of unshed tears and yet it seems to me there were so many tears that none would be left to flash hot My tears were shed in batches of time, though I had a really good dry spell, The deluge has come to cleanse the dust. Nicotine has blocked the swell…
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poem: gooddaynight
wave to the dying pull church bell ropes the lost are to soon so this i will be sleep soon shot to your ground my new hole so pull those jumping bells swaying just roots feel, they will as temples crumbling under jungle's insane strangulation here i rip my own flesh apart throwing this skull down onto stone broken slabs…
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poem: calendar round
now to die know this way doorway into veins the far running sky further each day none matter jaguar's maquahuitl so the curve bends itself around a large boa but path of dream here elaborate went away rain on grass the death rabbit is vulture hiding with clouds above place of flower fields little snakes & nothing
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poem: 900 or less
at this point everyone can kiss my ass i do not give a damn anymore i am becoming the rottweiler on a weakened log chain !this is good! my owner feeds me when he remembers sometimes water i'm eating gunpowder hamburger snap-time nears this is how i feel every damn day it is hot dusty miserable lonely & infested with wrongs…
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I Don't Need
I Don't Need I don't need me saved Your my savior from over there Fucked up minds Building stairs Tucked me in B'fore I woke up here Put out my fire Set up my ego I got nothin' but know how to listen Burned up desire Buried their heroes Come to this by their time for killing He don't need me strong So you said what I meant…
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New Hot Valley Writers 100 Words (or Less) Edition
Don't wait for the ice cream truck. The Summer '14 edition of "Hot Valley Writers" is available live online right now! It's our Refreshing 100 Words (or Less) Issue. Enjoy. http://hotvalleywriters.com/Hot_Valley_Writers/Hot_Valley_Contents.html
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Souls
Are invisible but they still exist
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"Tidal"
And why go where if we already have a place to stay. Far from the lights and the decay. Hurry, hurry before it’s too late. Somewhere there must be a way; to that place without a name. Not forgotten but unspoken all the same. Washing, washing down with the rain. Drifting along the shore; fingers parted farther, farther…
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thoughts...
Never mind these modern men that place themselves among founding fathers and "great men". They are fools. These "great men" have the luxury of living in history and not the present. They were never subjected to the media and current constant hypocrafull judgement. They're statues and paintings. They did well but they don't…
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tonight
Summer springs birth to the Fall And I'm watching Autumn leaves fall to the ground she's an angel she's a beauty I have set her on the clouds when those clouds disappear I will catch her on the ground
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darts & syringes
put your fucking hand spread up spread there the wall darts of life miss somtimes they do not the fucking noise of a single dart haphazardly sailing through the air within so high it feels crashing down as if a death bird dropped from above (ready to fuck this place up) a lollipop or sunny day both equal when musical but…
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Lava
I wouldn’t presume to know what’s going on behind that wall over there for I can barely decipher what’s going on back here tonight I was surprised when I wrote an unpleasant little ditty about red rope licorice oh where just where did that come from?!
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poem - going near through further (part I)
to bring sunshine layed upon this traveling spring fresh air handed down from branches up there sky-heart-beating-clouds her grace a simple fountain she would go & i would follow soon cliffs are more still than countless ages in down there she took me home ocean's floor up & down all around but as intuition where our speck…
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Poet Maya Angelou has Passed
Breaking News from ABCNEWS.com: Poet and Author Maya Angelou Has Died [9:25 a.m. ET] For more on this and other breaking news go to ABCNews.com: http://abcnews.go.com?nwltr=bn Godfather.
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Why PJ's song Alive means that much to me
Well here is my version of the song Alive. I did recognise some of the feelings Ed discripes in the original song. And I do feel sorry for his loss, but sometimes I envy him. He is able to hang on to his fantasy version off his dad, I can't... Alive “Girl”, she said, “Have I got a little story for you. The man you thought…