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raw cleanse
holy smokes, well spring uprising, writhing in its potent sea, weed collecting, chakras spinning in all directions some perhaps not at all no hot seats here, warming to a kinder and none too polite way of being. Head wakes body follows, streaming consciousness Jah revealing, jaw revealing, I feel the calcium deposits in my…
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packet of matches
One day she noticed that he had somehow become like a smooth piece of sea glass rather than the sharp, reflective crystal he'd been before. She reminisced about how he was years earlier. He'd been unusual like a shaft of light cutting through a dusty room. Making the invisible suddenly visible to others. She let out a loud…
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delica testing 1 2 3
my life so small close I would pick with purpose shiny delicate ornaments and they would hang with thread when dealt great blows resistance made the glass melt changed like form to sand thin and have withstood the same and the blue sky and the voices and from those within without with in every thin g i ssee th rough
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june 10th 1972
no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no nom clouds spoke confusion don't let me go they won the race we walked opposite directions what on on on on on on on on on on on right on midnight moon perhaps earlier or later there were was just don't suffer up straight called canopy candy summer birds candy…
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kids poetry...
my niece writes poetry. she wants to post her poetry online. i suggested pearl jam as the site beings it is the bomb-diggity for poets. a ghost as you quiver you stand in front of the ghost that haunts you. you don't know what to do but stand there ice cold. you say leave me alone. he doesn't leave. he picks you up and…
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for you
he took his first steps a road made of skulls his pack slung over shoulder he moved on into the unknown the sun meeting the curve of the earth dipping into the clouds made of fire he forged on determination seeped from his pores only realizing days into his pilgrimage this journey began long before his first step (for my…
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moon
love it when it is half, doors opened
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Cloud 4
These are the lyrics to a rather strange song I wrote a couple of years ago called 'Cloud 4'. It only had 1 verse (no chorus) and was mostly guitar solos played backwards over an acoustic guitar. On my fourth cloud and I'm waiting for tonight I'll never float down and I'll never make things right Never thought something…
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Perfect Still
the twilight pigeons call me to rest whoo-oo-oo-ooo bright grey...dusk falling bleeding out of me with the day and this day's troubles
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Having no real existence
Having no real existence, I haven't been missed like fog or mist on the mountainside it's so clear that there's more to fill in the space on a sunny day I thought I occupied a small corner, some quiet crevice? but, since I didn't really exist in a material way I guess, I didn't actually fill any place electricity, vapor…
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Summer Issue of Hot Valley Writers
Woo hoo. Hot off the press (or something like that). Check it out - as usual, we're well represented by PJ Forum folks. And thank you for your contributions. (If you don't know, we're a tiny online literary magazine. And always looking for submissions.) http://hotvalleywriters.com/Hot_Valley_ ... tents.html
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"It Can Happen To You":a lame short story I wrote
The Pearl Jam Pond Stories « It Can Happen To You » *Two pond frogs turned into pets, Damien and Steve in the year 2013 standing in a terrarium before the TV* The Crazy Interviews Show is on. The TV host : « we have with us today economist and philosopher John McMurtry. Tell us in short Mr. McMurtry what does your book «…
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Erasing Digital Presence
I've been feeling like it's time to limit my digital presence in the world it'll be so easy to leave these imaginary rooms I'll be present in my daily life more while I give my digital, electronic life far less simply slip away from the digital world I wonder, will it change anything? not for others, but certainly for me…
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A Sacrifice
I guess this love was a sacrifice left for the God of your biggest project this long love was beautiful and true it pulls me, still it pulls me to see and change and it has pulled me out of my silence so I'll tell you how it got to this place this place where I can't hear you anymore it's hard for me to say it out loud but…
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Poem inspired by Present Tense
In the end By IT The night takes its place at the dawn of the purple disc. My eyes are fatigued and my mind tired; I lay on the sand, an ear to the waves, the other to my own inner thoughts. A moment like this, so easily forgotten, as nothing and no one is around to stop me from wasting away my youth. I once loved the…
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Check out my website
I've been writing songs and releasing them on the internet since 2005, I take the DIY approach, record it myself and release songs every month. The downloads are free and the website is designed by my brother. Click it out at - http://www.planetaryspirals.com.
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Suite the Poem
Part I lay your hand spread across this velety smooth this is you if you should where I would listen your every word right here I know where it hurts and pray Part II it's feathers who demanded their own drapery of the wind tunnel of darkness called again strung out on the clothesline four robins one twin they heard you…
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Goggles On?
How often do people speak of souls? (not often) how often do people think of spark and light? (I don't know) how often do people focus on growth? (it's not often a question) do they speak of allies of the spirit very frequently? (no) how often do we feel the effect of stifling negativity? (too often, it seems) oh why can't…
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singing bowl of tomorrow
i'd write a poem but you'd steal it not that it is a great bit of creativity no you'd still take the fucker & give your woman you'd still shit brown you'd still be a bloody mess after falling off your bike or your roof or getting hit by a car (hopefully) i'd write a poem but you'd piss all over yourself while aiming at my…
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"What Makes a Man"
With his back to the wind he remembers the echoes of you. Something stirred his soul that time simply cannot undue. And this was never meant to be seen up close. One must look off far from within the ghost. Don’t mind the content that has been thrown upon the floor. Keep your focus upward with the stars. With your fingers…
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Small Transporters
We found our prizes in vacant lots they were worth something to us do you remember those fragile round ones? the clever seed pods of dandelions soft, white, space ships but organic, not metallic slowly floating or quickly blowing dependent on current environment small air craft with dream-fulfillment-potential! we…
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Replacement
tonight I wrote some long/clear/rhythmic thing it's pretty good! it took some time, but I just saved it on my desktop I replaced it with this the other piece left me feeling wrong for making sounds how could I say something that might hurt? even inadvertently?! how could I be so ungenerous?!! who the heck am I to withhold…
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Tantrum
Oh how I hate that word because it is both so true and yet when used against someone who in their deepest of thoughts believes they are justly and righteously and fervently and with good cause and with clear conscience not the least bit pissed that is when they will tell you to stop throwing a tantrum. Perhaps it would be…
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Be An Angel
I rested my head in the noonday sun it warmed my face, it shined my hair, my skin began to sparkle. My smile, it came so easily, a gift to see and feel. It twinkled my eyes and glistened my soul then floated off upon the rays. In the wind, the chimes, they moved madly ... I listened and hummed along. Each chord blown in…
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The Real Something
sometimes you are the story sometimes light travelled that far is not that far behind you sometimes you are born from sometimes the world turns sitting perfectly in the middle of air greatest magic trick in the world sometimes you catch the glimpse of what and where you are going back to the dark devoid of the noble void…
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Present Thoughts from the Heart
Present Thoughts from the Heart Our song, your hand placed in mine, the simple measure of friendship. A time in music heard by two. Strong and weak our natural divide, as we accent each other. Friendship an endless heartbeat, beaming through our lives. a present thought from my heart to yours
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My Band - Faux Paul "Technocracy" Now Officially on iTunes
Check out our brand new music video "lies, lies, lies" from our upcoming album "Technocracy". Special thanks to Mike, Marcus and Daniel at TriTonix Recording for doing an unbelievable job! http://youtu.be/-E7dpOqYg7k Please feel free to like us on facebook!! https://www.facebook.com/pages/Faux-Paul/378174762206285?fref=ts…
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a lot of people
(part I) exhaustive the human experience gazing into the grand old golden framed mirror something of an antique hanging on the sky's wall cobweb ridden but at first appearance could be apples or fishermen maybe the badlands of any given land impossible kindness as lonely as one a single blade of grass each of us off timber…
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Alpine Journey PJ20
September 2011...My first Pearl Jam concert and at a "crossroad" in my life. I had to write about, relay the astounding impact this band has had on my life. It is lengthy... The moisture in the air is thick and clings to my lungs as I breathe in. I was worried about the rain, at first. But as I continue to drive, it…
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That sound was mysterious
I won't lie to you I may never know what you meant when you spoke I thought I heard something good on the wind... but, then again, maybe it was only hopes on the breeze? as is so often the case, I can't be sure with my ears when I can't quite hear, I smile and nod. don't you? and so I'll just assume it was love and hope…