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The Intercessor
Gold and blue across the sky An interruption of doves in flight Swirling clouds that kiss the night Bring drops of heaven into sight. Gentle winds that wake the trees Blowing leafs across distant memories Moving time Moving emotion Filling minds with visions of oceans Holding time as still as the night Hiding love in plain…
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a child of consequence
I see it all a desert mural across the sky each leaf, each tree, each path unfold for me to try I hear all the songs repeat, replay again I sing each one in order to never reach the end I met with the ancients on sacred burning land they sent me back for this one trip my lone and final stand Now I know how it feels to fly…
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Ghost
Some days I feel like a ghost hanging around after death on the street in a store just walking around floating by unnoticed perhaps felt as a slight tingle or two perhaps caught out of the corner of an eye but not really there not really solid anymore it's an odd feeling, to be alive and still the same spirit but, older…
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Natural Songs
Some evenings it's orange and pink and red shades and hotness or moisture in the air, with the cicadas filling the space a background to the ringing in one's ears if that's really ringing and not the electricity of a God is there a God? is there an Out There in space that's too far off to be known? some evenings in the…
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When in Doubt
3-D as sound if you let it between your fingers if you wore it pouring lifting and sweeping dancing and raining swimming solid as it shook back purple and pink were liquid blues that you wore on your hips the back of your head to the front of your eyes played you like chimes now is part of you
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my gift to her, sincere.
distant light fading I scour the night for a trace of sanity for which I cannot grasp in this dim world that has left me wanting more her love has prepared me for the wings of grace the down feathers entice my fall shall know no end my bittersweet end enabling her freedom
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Tonight
In the time and place where only poems are born I adore thee In the candle glow while detailing flower wilt I abandon you In the light where only half moon types hold fast and keep their distance you should but might not find me
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Hot Valley Writers - yes, it's time again
You PJ people have been so fabulous submitting pieces to Hot Valley Writers (the online literary magazine for people without enough attitude to be in one of those other online magazines) and of course it's time once again to ask for submissions. The next issue will be out around June 1st so you'd got at least a month.…
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Well
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Mother's Gone
The cemetery soaked through today is fitting. It makes up for the tears I can no longer produce, The loss is.... beyond me these days. Even still, I sat in my car for two days straight, Arriving when the gates opened, only leaving when I was told the cemetery would be closing. I had no place else to go mom, so i stayed…
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Angle
You need a new one.
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Inlets
in clicking together unfamiliar ways to means even with each other the connection aligns to balance straightening as if to electricity it calls you how can poetry be about green grass red bikes or your lost mind when there's crickets and dew and chill and this very day gone or when there is black at night and shadows isn't…
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Today
TODAY Even if, now-then and there You don't see written words from me There will always and forever be A message that awaits you from me, if you just let yourself think But, know when & where you arrive from what you've been thinking And I'll coincide
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Untitiled. 1st 2 parts of my new poetry book.
Part I I cracked the shell and believe me, it was painful our dreams do not depend on our past to thrive our dreams are our own, and will flourish of their own accord I patiently await calmer seas the coastline gone, much like old friends I left them standing in the wake drowning and trying desperately to pull us down this…
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Hater (another one for the boss)
Who the fuck do you think you are? You’re quite ordinary They think you’re a star It took you a year to put me in my place Do they know how you slapped my face? From the first day all you did was take and take and take They think you’re an angel I know you’re a fake I gave all I could Was there something from you? Hell no,…
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Logo based on stickman
Starting up a gardencare business. I owe the bravery backing this move to the band we all know and love... Desperatley trying to sneak something band related into my business :) Bee girl gardencare services springs to mind but i'm open to any suggestions. This might be total blasphemy but i had a play with the stickman...…
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Impression of Akron, Ohio, late 70's
Here the poem about Akron I wrote years ago and referred to elsewhere: The Deserted City Lost streets Turning corners Into nowhere disparage The view with each turn of the head. Aging scars Of rank air’s etching Marks the passing of time, Of the lives in the life of this city. Walking up And walking down These streets go…
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Floating at night
Like mist on a field, damp shadows on a tree, that lamp bright moon sky above no shoes, a thought: love obviously it's time to grow past a past (it is, at last) it's time to be free of childhood woes (it is, Lord knows!) but what's still coming? it's time to dream again with heart drumming (clean slate) is it possible, at…
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Any Graphic Designers Out There?
Looking for a graphic designer who wouldn't mind helping a fellow Pearl Jam fan out by designing the graphics for a T-shirt run. I have the theme and basic idea, just need someone to do the graphics and layout. PM me if interested and I'll tell you what its about. Its a surprise for someone. Thanks! Peace.
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Haiku Contest
Any news on this?