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john girl
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Tea
Sipping deserved spicers
treading the once upon
...an evaporated dream
of blue diamonds
and break the saucer
into a blush of mine
butterfly
afternoons
given to his armchair
he sold me back to Xanadu
the crissxcross
way we toss willing roses
a relay, a line
of conversation
that you could pick
from the folded.
mr
Sipping deserved spicers
treading the once upon
...an evaporated dream
of blue diamonds
and break the saucer
into a blush of mine
butterfly
afternoons
given to his armchair
he sold me back to Xanadu
the crissxcross
way we toss willing roses
a relay, a line
of conversation
that you could pick
from the folded.
mr
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plumbago
Another kick off linen shackles
how many times
had I heard and was told
by the assumed authorities
stand pretty
comma who won't listen
and ditched her youth is running
Woman
speak easy and singe
me an ethereal slow
a resolve, a fury
verbiage of baby flame
shout this
and you know...
til now,
a flip thought,
one might say-
Cement truck driver
suggests that I let it go,
is that a dual meaning?
the one thought
creeps along
like the day
like the traffic
{the thought-that everyone in my city whose on the freeway, is slowing down, halting, for me... for only the most precious, romantic, and magical of reasons, would the time starved citizens of Metropolis do this jam -so- that I have not passed the muse, or that the muse may catch up to me, I want this to happen (and make the most of one wish) the wish only being to talk about poetry, etc. and he, these are important dreams)
I have it, this thought,
countless times,
for countless days
and it will creep into my mind
this wish
while I bitch (This is Metropolis!!!)
at my fellow time starved citizens
accompanying me in the endless strands of traffic
countless times,
for the countless days
til retirement
stop and go
no matter which is way out
it is that frustration
and I ask
Why can't I ever be going against it?
Ramble on..
2 semi's that said Edco,
and who did I happen to overhear today,
the cement truck driver!
in protest
to confront and confound
the societal game
of manipulation
and it's the same
fucking questions
punk naked or disguised
to shock out the truth
and we just give it away
and curse it,
the indemnity
eat it to
hagiocracy
if only out of frustration
to express
we contended with comment
on plastic and paper
the plain devour
the wastes of corruption
and the God haggles
what your holding
to a higher standard
of surreal creator
walk me through fire
for the bitter
be gentle to the ground
speak as the thunder
cuts in electric punctures
a light to shine
the private sparse
What is two, to go on
and you talk yourself
into a placement of worn corners
in the hope of cheap clutter
wearing a red dress clean
into a fall deafening the slip
of it's mercy
one another call it
ensorcell
a slight of jealousy passionate
that token of breath clings
to a picture, romantic trinket
reels romantic theater
silence being shown off
like a truth serum drips colorless
colorless bloodlettings go tick-tock
waiting trickles murmurs of love
and endears,
so that you may come back
like nowhere else in a note of him
together
from the beginning, the middle
and end...
Michelle Raine
Lenny Kravitz rocks
tea and key parchments
torch this way be your surprise
light up untapped delinquent
they said it burned emeralds
cascading
dilated waters
pupils in there pilgrim mania
networks
clockworks
alotted the punches hours...
(and this poem is formatted wrong damn if I can't get the spaces to format)
I am computer illiterate!
empty spaces stutter
tea and in key
parchments
torch this way*******be your surprise
************up****untapped delinquent
they said it burned****emeralds
******************cascading
******dilated*******waters
******pupils********in there
****pilgrim mania**** networks
******************clockworks
alotted the punches***hour
less of a sting the subliminal annoyance of a tight ring
rhyming to the time on the phone
a beautiful laughing daughter son
overjoyed with the attempt
i need a plane ride
i need a big love
i guess its time to put the top down
counting crows
Einstein, a science dance to fuse Mi mysticism
to go with it
I borrow the dialect
however, meditation reaches a point
in the beginning
quiz God
and God did ask "What's your fucking question?"
at which I revived, grinning
staggering at the thought
of my reply
and to God, I said "I forgot that I even had a fucking question."
Further than sundowns last man
can I say it back to you
in locution
trust pain learned
as tension
it is more
seduction,,
tore a rise in me
into a need rampant
for an abandonment
by a father dalliance
fierce to his own reflection
splintered in
estrangements peace
total joy with 85 dollars and closed toe shoes
Labeled Fancy
I see how it is
black steeping
oolongs pensive service
poured in rusted cups
this is comraderie
sulking in its tipped colors
imperious colors, that are red leaves
and someday recollections
of apathy
in any observable sunset
to fancy, this la
cause it can run combatants
blossomed and barren
of country elected complacency
a sunset, had it resembled
a darkest dry cloud
swallowing all the blue jazz
and sunny disposition
into wholly shaken sadness
like the eight seas
like the eight seated
are eight loaded guns of piping opposition
with the slip pf the finger
ham radio operator reads
clearance
and fire remisses
a strain that has drawn it
down to despotic
turning to an angry weather
beating it into my head
open eyes on sunset
toward its fallen west
observable in two seas
of neoconquistadors
I want to lisp
as if I were those words
off Brando's lips the logistics of
breaking on the edge
I put the flowering graveyards
of revolution to your head...
Michelle Raine
I love you New Orleans
Deepest thing I've seen, shouting aloud about this whole unspeakableness, so far.
The horror, the horror.
Oh, girl!!! I'm with ya! I was there last April visiting a friend, she's safe right now but, wow, yeah, it's so sad! :( :(
California Senators
SENATOR BARBARA BOXER DC OFFICE 202-224-3553
SENATOR DIANNE FEINSTEIN DC OFFICE 202-224-3841
San Diego Representatives
REP. SUSAN DAVIS 202-225-2040
REP. BOB FILNER 202-225-8045
REP. DUNCAN HUNTER 202-225-5672
Post your state reps and senators numbers or e-mails
But you can call her office in San Diego 619-239-3884
they are taking your calls
so is Feinstein's 619-231-9712
DEMAND New Orleans gets water and food airdropped in today!!!
know your watching
I
am not lost yet
looking back
will be
listening
to the forgotten
machine...
maybe there
is something have missed
not all is xhausted
I wanna burn Bush to the ground
Spring 2002 weird things were happening, I told myself it was the prior trips on speed and coincedence.
Summer 2004 on several occasions I was visited by the Federal Homies, and on the one occasion I was told we were being followed by an unmarked car.
It was surreal, creepy, and sincerely it scared the shit out of me
My anxiety level is up again
It hurt to imagine, because the truth is,reality present is fucked up
signed,
poet girl who dared to spit up some truth (from time to time, in different spaces, in this and other names, in a certain dribble) about the way things were going down in this country.
http://www.firehorsepoetry.com
it's too bad i'm taken.. i love Tea!!!
see Ed's church?--he's breathing fire.....
Tea is great,..
Love my chai though....
Fuck up...the USA...
Look at me...I can rig...
The presidency!!!!