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springtime's magicwand flew like this
it began in her hands she was first spring small crocus purple as a dance shy as melting snowflakes scared of this big world she did come along touching lasted alongside night's oil lamp her warmth sound asleep cooled pillows last with old howling winds reaching inside us kindheartedness inclined within & out of a small…
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What's left
What’s left is the realization that you have what you always wanted somehow I just got caught back when you didn’t realize that you’d made the choice you’d already made the choice! I just got dragged into it to help your transition the transition from where you started to where you were going to help make your days less…
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new year
Recind the scenes of a year gone by fading as the solstice light on beaten paths A parcel of life posted to dream real no longer than it ever was A bazaar of intentions displays wares for sale solicitous shop-keeps below forth in zeal sure with familular trinkets of annual interest resolved to choose no matter the price…
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of the miraculous kind we are
just that swirling must it always be based on when things are new as if new must be everything like when everything is good as new I, quite frankly, would rather old as the dirt I love like where you hear breathing from a place where perhaps you really shouldn't settle in to relax the score & call the one you love, already…
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sensational (part IV)
having less in hand standing with hills fireflies over here it is snowing still those little lit up guys keep us warm small pieces of sun each one snowflakes run heavy while crying ice fishermen do without somehow this sun cools down darkens & slides away a sky playground swings & sways giggles, shouts, jumps, (while)…
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christmas light
inside lowered skies a deadlock has risen quite sideways something from cold deadly-nightshades hidden & transparent no passages of light given a hand everything left alone sunken like a ship cornucopia has without reaching into niceness a starving child rambling mother completely disheveled lost & forgotten here hope has…
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The end of the year
At the end of the year there's a lot of paperwork to do there's a bit of time to ponder the months past clear out clutter drop some debris take useful stuff to goodwill it's time to make charitable donations (before it's time to pay taxes) that's not the reason we do it but it's a side benefit taxes are coming due even…
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number 7 or maybe 8. it could be 10
I think you should go collect all of your insignificant others lay them at the plate of you praise all of them with your singing entirely and unevenly lay down and coddle remember and regret look forward to your gloriousness in the name of your father, and of your son, and of this holy spirit amen salt & fucking pepper
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poem: winter loving (part XVII)
had a snowflake had a dream or the dream had me all cold white cold covering silver bloodless blankets as far as the mind could go would scream a silent bit of pain as beauty touched us another split log went into the controlled blaze we were warmth the exact definition as all stars wept in frigedly treetop her golden…
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My music
https://soundcloud.com/mario-k-84 Newest songs (and probably my best efforts): https://soundcloud.com/mario-k-84/mario-k-things-unattended-demo https://soundcloud.com/mario-k-84/mario-k-deflect-demo
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can a driver be fooled
in my sleep my head throbbed like a motor rev brum brum brum then my nose felt disconnected.... my parents thought the worst but i survived asleep again... but the next night i awoke from your sound brum brum brum and the most magnificent light flashed before me just alone for me from out of the darkness you knew right…
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Raisin
Sun fucked onions on a snow capped peak echoes ooze down the slope spreading dread in my head like my song for matches are the cure love my long lean clean lick tasty I am the one to go on with wrong saute the sun fucked onions in their expensive expansive exploited accountants dressed in coveralls of an erupted raisin a…
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I remember how
I remember when you clipped my wings Trying to keep me close How you changed who I was And will ever be https://www.facebook.com/nataschasbrainwaves/
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"The End" meaning
What is your interpretation of The End? It seems to me about a man's life, to his death, pretty straight forward but on The Porch there was discussion about being something else. This is the way I hear it... What were all those dreams we shared those many years ago, What were all those plans we made, now left beside the…
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Help, Looking for Submissions! Hot Valley Writers Winter Issue
We're looking at submissions for the winter issue of Hot Valley Writers. http://www.hotvalleywriters.com/ If you look on the site it may say the deadline is tomorrow, but we'll be reading right up until Christmas. So - poetry, short fiction, non-fiction. Sent it to us. Please. And here's another site that is looking for…
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Writers bloc - help!
I am struggling to find ideas, inspiration, topics to write about for a number of songs I have come up with on guitar. I need lyrics to finish them and can't. How do you all overcome this?
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"Tide"
And it takes her away once more. This love frozen in place. Alone, I wait; Till the stars take back your name. I hope to see you. Crashing back upon my shores. With your love cascading, throughout the sands.
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In the Rubble
After the ship wreck after the car crash after the explosive devastation! in the silence, as a lone living survivor I wouldn’t mind some grace I wouldn’t mind a pardon I wouldn’t refuse love if some was given no, love and hope just might keep me alive
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Form W An Alphabetical Analysis of ...
My co-worker, Darin, is in the early stages of preparing another anthology of local writer's work and has asked me to submit some verse. The full title of the piece I'm working on follows with the work in progress. It's a bit lengthy so any feedback here would be appreciated, and any well-meaning criticism is especially…