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"Catatonic Dignity"
She sits in her corner but she’s not alone. Spinning lines connecting the lives of former selves. Creating a web of lies to all others except herself. This unreality speaks to her; sometimes a whisper, sometimes a scream. The magnitude of this truth has heavy tolls. She stares at horizons beyond the confines of these man…
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Square
It's never wearing as thin as the glass the thing I no longer have to cry as long about the thing opening doors like walls are long would you like to have a look at what's taller than me sometimes less sometimes more sometimes trees are shorter in such a precise rectangular pointy sublime subliminal tormenting jungle I…
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Hollywood Dementia
Nikki Finke had a gossip Hollywood site called Deadline Hollywood - industry, not celebrity stuff. She now has a fiction site called Hollywood Dementia (HollywoodDementia.com) and she's looking for submissions. The site has only been up for a few weeks. I have a piece that appeared today. She likes people who know the…
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(zero the title) part III
early mornings when sky-flame has his music she'll be there (songs) like pianos guitars & many wines horns go birds a breeze of golden leaves & truth circles always rounding & smoothing perfect stones washed in tears weathering you just can't tell the difference her angelic eyes call she's like a lighthouse instantly…
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He can't help when his happy looks insane
Working on a painting of Eddie. Just about done but not quite. The photo isn't the best but it's on balcony tile to give a size reference. Trying to think of a good name. Any suggestions. Thanks
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Diary of A D.O.E.F.; The World In My Eye...
No that's not a typo.. I have only one working eyeball.. So it's a running joke.. And D.O.E.F. Stands for D.generate O.ld E.litist F.uck So one day I will explain why I believe I am the way that I am. But let's just get through today in the cliff notes.. I can't not share these people with you!! Living in Colorado Springs…
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Process
When feelings are intense it takes a long time to process them the first year, I might have felt numb and detached the second year, I might feel weepy and mournful another day I might feel all right, I could feel like myself? cheerful and hopeful? though some kind of trigger might make me drown again it could be a thought…
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took awhile
?what not when two eyes do not go blink(ing) just there this & that a simple list now complex the fading of care where's the answer i've no questions sweet remembers honey tooling the work a sea floats in its home somewhere off far this mirror isn't here ?ask can't have the beginning but you should know this
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Sunrise
Sunrise...it reflects inside To an ancient place...where the past hides To identities of long lost tribes Forever removed from this page (From a song I wrote a few months ago...standing on a hill watching the sunrise I felt a connection I couldn't explain so I wrote this )
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scream(ing) storm
you'll feel it inside a long gone chance that hung around each time winds break around the neck cold black & empty no hope has crushing volume something like deep sea pressures ripping apart the beast a tornado for a child is born a son with bright changing waves so much the internal eternal flames where fruits & nuts…
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standing there
(part I. you bastards) angelic from leaf sky down to my feet it was not snowing but as pure as she wore a close smile here her china doll is not still with a magical moon lit she did so deep lost & high every window went away the prayers slow filled the room (puppy breath & my childhood rememberings & rings) with sweet…
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With Thee
I don’t have to climb it, ride it or conquer it Your mountains, your horses, your sea I don’t have to bend it, shape it or own it Your rivers, your gardens, your streams I don’t have to chop it, burn it or clear it Your forests, your grasses, your fields I don’t have to claim it, cage it or clip it Your shorelines, your…
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Who are We?
As in so many Summer Squalls Lightning streaks the Sky Selecting it's next victim The element of surprise Once the shock is over To burn and fly away? Or shake a fist and shake it off “Fuck you, not yours today!” Your Sun burns skin unprotected And shelter and culture is a must Minds forever working, working We pray, “In…
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good-bye
to die for the sun it'll say this when i'm gone equals are winter nights & me a single autumn leaf dried brittle like where i dream thin ice was never under toe all freight trains still sunk down deep where the darkness of whaling harpoons splits seas wide open spilling over in red waves with nothing flowing decent anymore…
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Lunch Break
She looks down at the plate of baked salmon and pasta salad, waiting to be eaten Today's funny page laid out before her, waiting to be read Here in this small break room In this small office In this small town How significant is this moment? How significant is any moment? To the "big picture"? To the "grand scheme" of…
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Evening Walk
Went out of the house when the Sun went down My dog really needed a walk I was a little disheartened, for no breeze could be found The heat enveloped me like a cloak The stars appeared hazy, as if they felt the heat too Our brisk walk was quite lazy instead The only things enjoying this weather, I knew Were the bugs and…
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2 b reel
2 b reel, internet games and fishing… rods float amongst the ravenous eyes… that is where it is at… surrounded by small comforts in memory gone bye… making a big space for new creation… to be kept in small memories… once again pen tweaks the wrist in a sideways draw… the daily watering that was not done... the once- a…
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Outlets and Plugs
My outlets, my plugs there’s no need to hide it no need to get by it some days I see it spread out! music just grabs me hold on, hold on, Hang On! it’s the beauty of it there’s the space to draw with a thousand colors it could be anything! it could be alive it could be soft or dark hard or bright even shiny or matt…