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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…
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PTSD
Post traumatic stress is real last year was hard we powered through it, but it has left a scar on my spirit traumatic, bad events do that they activate a fear response and then one has to recover that’s the opposite of innocence that mark of difficult experience how to wash it away? that’s the question at hand for, I want…
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eye obelisks
in my eyes over there a far off world twists about like a spider's web across the path tiny voices say, "you'll feel better one day" please understood i did my best even the carving staircase lifts woodchips gather piled at the floor you were painting alongside my mess our hands meet in the middle every time some delays…
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New Arc or All of the Above
Wife, concubine, muse, mistress, prostitute, woman… if a man can have all of the above why can’t we... So…been there done that.. All positions worthy of the tell as to what stage I am performing poorly on & on Concubine sounds good if the man is sound Man enough to share in the realization that I need, want, desire the…
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pick a pound
pick a pound of cotton pan a pound of gold think I’d rather pick a pound of cotton before I’d make it to the ground and fold I’d weave a suit of armour as light as could be without the whips and chains and claims surrounding me faster than the speed of sound, more charming than a wave, pans all dusted in gold drove my man…
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new & small
kinda like time hung on the wall or a mountain valley having breathing maybe where a cat kills a baby robin at least a treasure short in duration like a sun slips away settling down behind where dream's fire up the difficulty climbs younger or older orchards each one one day will be peace with dove songs & rivers mad could…