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poem: ol' man light a cigarette (january 31, 2002)
one last puff another drink somehow inner demons reign if none of us battle then we are not living along the blade held giants gather courtside trees apples blossom your birth new & old both while the killer of islands raises you to be a man thrust ahead fighting like a ram the mountain you could have been many thought you…
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1st post. Hello from a lazy fella
:) poetry
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Stinkin Thinkin
It's my fault, for my expectations It's my fault, The image was bliss It's my fault For creating this monster, It's your fault For letting me in. In the beginning, My madness had meaning. Along the way, The purpose was lost. Five years now, Of lonely sober. Small talk and Clarity, Is the unforgiving reminder, Of the line's…
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Forgive me, forgive you
Forgive me, forgive you Clean slate We’re all safe No more dead end street No more tired feet No more circling back for company! Love is left half-way between you & me (Forever paused) Love’s body frozen mid-step. A prehistoric mountaineer captured left beneath an ancient avalanche
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Granpa Mojo
This is a tune I wrote for my dear de-part-ed land-lord George Melody inspired by Tom Waits Cemetery Polka, Gun Street Girl, Anywhere I lay my head and Apple ate'cha Well Granpa Mojo sure did like his pretty little things He’d get right up off that porch when he heard those young ones sing Well Granpa Mojo sure did like…
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i must away
i can not, my dear anymore i said i would not but i must i must away lifting him in her arms spinning, spinning smiles and laughter floated down with them to earth too heavy my dear i can not carry your pain chair rocking she soothes him your tongue slapping, flipping..pink with intention teeth bared foaming gentle my dear…
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How it happens
Some days, some nights, some mornings even some afternoons I fall in Love’s well more deeply then I remember how this whole rope was twisted together it was one time after another! a trail of flowers the intoxicating scent of the blossoms maybe a long daisy chain? made in golden afternoons or gardenias in silver moonlight?…
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Olive branch
On a day like today I don’t have much to give (with so much to do where I am) but I’ll share myself with you rather than cause any more pain by disappearing
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Fill the space
We can fill ourselves with loving, appreciative thoughts & feelings there is no room for self hate if the doors to our minds & hearts are jammed full with our own real goodness nothing untrue! So, when anxiety tries to get in, that loser gets the spot at the end of the line the better ideas will get in first Say to…
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The wearing of a simple(tons) hat
The wearing of a simple(tons) hat That’s not a hat it’s a life style! How easily the ego is embed(dead) with fashion Doesn’t mean that much to me? Does it mean that much to you? Vacillating between the joy of seeing it on Others expression, held back, creeping smile Across the faces lightening reaction Perceptible in…
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Investigative rounds going in circles
Investigative rounds going in circles Expressions exploding in mind’s eye Trying not to mind, trying makes it even More trying Focus on being Grateful brings me back to some Normalcy Almost three weeks of moment to moment non-focus, stream of consciousness So bubbled I feel like a bobble-head Being in observance without…
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A Home To Come Back To
For 18 years I was told I was fighting for the moral side With no home to come back to I had no room for pride. You tell me that supporting me, you've got my back But it's never been a backbone that I was lacking I was torn away the week my own child was born For this generation and the one before there's never been a…
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My gf illustrations, plz share some love with a "like"!
Here is a facebook link with my my girlfriend illustrations. She is working for an insurance but her love is illustration for kids...almost impossible to to have a job like that in Italy... Please share some love with "like" if you like it and please share the page!!!…
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The Rag Picker and the Wind
Where does the wind go After it blows thru her hair. As it moves thru the cool night air The church bell rings Carrying the broken silence of these small town streets Into valleys of history unknown. A pair of reading glasses sit upon the table Lonely for the words in a open book Placed by Og Mandino carefully One loving…
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Little Girl Lost
Toss me a penny,And all I receive Is a broken reflection, Of the little girl,Me. Can't count the wishes, Lost in the well, Those shooting star's, And pot of gold stare's Water and wishe's Again and again, Shattered and broken, Before I was ten. Please bring me happiness, Said to myself, As another penny, Flicker's to the…
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if forever were to end (words for Mary)
my sweet, sweet Mary how you've deceived,.. the color of trust has been washed in white. none too weary are we in this delicate time,. oh Mary, my sweet Mary... forever shall I sing your name and forever I will carry the blame,... for in my eyes you are still an angel of the highest order, my sweet, sweet Mary.
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Ulysses in Trieste
Asked for Ulysses by J.J. for Christmas and got it! Then I read the intro and remember, oh yeah Joyce lied in Trieste for 10 years and I'm going to Trieste for a concert this summer... OH YEAH!!! Anybody here read it? What did you think? I'm more accustomed to the romantics than modernists so it should be fun I've been…
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The Dead Poets Society
I don't know if the film "Dead Poets Society" has been mentioned here before but I'm throwing this out just in case it hasn't- it's one of my all time favorite movies. Watching that movie always inspires me to live fully. I'm always grateful for the reminder: Carpe diem. And of course, the film says so much about poetry.…
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here
i can't write uncomfortable as it is & i am very well used to living with bullshit broken oh yeah but moving along nicely because i don't quit beaten by my own hands & failed dreams pen & paper run this torture chamber filled with fractured bones, loss & suffering all that walks inside shadows something like demons…
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Blind Disguise
when you look into the mirror past the haze of your disguise can you look into your eyes can yousee the man inside. off into the distance you can see the eagles fly and you try and reach into the looking glass to be the eagle as it flys. but in the eyes of those around you you will always be right here waiting for the…