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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?
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In Four hundred and twelve A.E.
What would our house look like? What would our favorite jobs be? What would our garden look like? What type of kids would we have? What would our clothes look like? Would we drive cars or flying scooters? What type of art would we have? What type of music would we make? On what version of a future instrument? Oh tell me,…
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the dawn of time
Weeping towards the sky With the unanswered eternal question - Why? Beyond our universe I see a dying universe The last light in the last black hole is dimming, dimming, gone Beyond our universe I see a universe just now Big banging Forming new nebulas bursting and birthing stars one where dinosaurs keep their planet One…
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again
at dawn i see it in her eyes it takes me by surprise and i believe her, again with light i see the ugly lines drawn in sand, over time until the sea hides them, again at night the creature comes alive it rises and then dies knowing it will breathe, again at dawn all will be forgotten the lies that we've been caught in hide…
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The Void
Seranade with marinade sauce, don't stare, it scares the 'fraid off Paid off, they stayed gone until the subtle rebuttal was made soft Days like this I doze off, pay dues, getting dizzy with these philosophical thoughts On optical robots and psychotropical plots involving Pandora's paradox Water spots, half a parrot and a…
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You're Sorry
...happiness ....sadness .......mad I tell ya madness break and crest the caps on your .....big waves seeing this as my daily habit punishable only by itself the elephant's.cry the tigers.milk and lady alone at night .is still