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Tuesday, July 28, 2009
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Current mood:  chill
Category: Writing and Poetry
dance again a late night soiree felt within my heart beat moves me stay alert i thrive on this beat you and me you and me
nicked at night perplexed by this myth of whether or not i do or don't exist i believe i do i believe. i do.
a chunk 'a change to make, to save scattered through the wind like sand blown away, like sand through hands rough hands
i'm a shadow formed by the sun blurred edges yet centered within without and within focused. focus, said that darn chesshire cat or that eagle-eyed slugger at the plate about to bat
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Sunday, April 26, 2009
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Current mood:  amused
Category: Writing and Poetry
crystal clear image from a camera's lens some people enemies, some people friends everyday -- everyday
gun blasts, fire bursts, metal flies through the air why visit any place when you've already been there? and why thirst for a thing that'll never be there? a mirror reflects -- not much i see a streetscape through a window at night that's right.
what do i really want? not much... to live in & die in L.A.? to risk it all on a hunch? or a kick? or a punch? to go down swinging, biting peoples' ears off? maybe.
these ashes i sift through -- still warm these burdens i carry alone... alone. these ghosts to slaughter -- today & tomorrow with these hands -- these strong hands -- i'm weak
defeated, deflated -- either i'm okay with sometimes i'm awake, sometimes i'm asleep birds churping absurdly -- at times other worldly like the times i question the company i keep... perhaps.
regardless of our well-crafted plans it's spring time again. and again. and again. even the things you know are coming can sneak up on you in the end... the end.
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Wednesday, April 08, 2009
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Current mood:  awake
Category: Writing and Poetry
i have a glass jar to hold all the souls that i steal 'gainst the will of my foes it has a brass lid to keep out the kids that for years have bothered me so...
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Wednesday, April 08, 2009
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Current mood:  awake
Category: Writing and Poetry
it's hard living these days though i've known no other time forgive me for speaking without enough experience school - i've had plenty but i could always learn more i'd love to know the secret stuff discussed behind closed doors america is prosperous because we say it is so though so many of us are in prison and freezing out in the cold rarely fighting for those on the edge of our world the fringe if you will - yes that includes children, boys and girls no child left behind - hell they're easy to find, on the street with their underwear outside of their clothes you think they don't care you say they don't know
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Wednesday, April 08, 2009
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Current mood:  awake
Category: Writing and Poetry
curiousity killed the kids - not really but it certainly killed their spirits chasing their (own) tales around all day the truth - they wouldn't hear it
though, it's breathing deeply nearby the beast who eats imaginations and robs dreamers of their dreams who wishes horrible wishes and seeks to make enemies of all our friends
this creature kept at bay easily by a mind that's strong by a spiritual being who knows how much believing's seeing and by the indomitable power of childhood
so our tyrant sleeps until that day when our lack of courage let's him out to wreak havoc on our best grown up intentions when we're totally fed up with abiding by all of these general social conventions...
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Monday, April 06, 2009
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Current mood:  voluminous
Category: Writing and Poetry
children scream SUNSHINE DAYDREAM!!! contrary mary sits in her garden crying all things refuse to grow when the pressure's on then it's time to go...
seeds are souless husks that wait to crumble in the wind, ne'er to reproduce ne'er to begin again it's too bad though the potential was within
a serious situation for you to simply smile thru starvation gets local when there's no food at the drive thru and no food at the kroger too...
cannabilism contradicts conventional wisdom either way the predator plays the privileged role of the victim if you can help sustain my life even for a moment - it's worth it
well, then, there it is... my teeth gnash flesh i feel the flow of blood and man, it tastes fresh i strengthen my whole being once again i'm worth seeing and as we all know so well seeing is believing...
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Monday, April 06, 2009
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Current mood:  imaginative
Category: Writing and Poetry
do all boats stay afloat? some sink in the stream some disappear ne'er again to be seen
do all planes fly? most - and most fly straight some do mid-air summersaults some take off, land late
do all trains hold the track? fuel burning day and night pollution we can't undue as cliches - smoke comes out trite
do cars keep us safe? speeding down the gravel road seat belts our optional saviors choose to have us as they hold
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Friday, January 02, 2009
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Current mood:  artistic
Category: Writing and Poetry
i like your style -- your crooked smile can you play awhile today? forget your work and that other jerk as your soul -- it wastes away
renew, rejoice, raise up your voice lest darkness steals the show with silence forced, a lack of choice abundantly is clear (plentifully it grows)
to solve the plight of might makes right the west wears weary, begins it's decay no time spent sulkiing solves this problem the coward takes flight -- avoids the fray
all is quiet while the western world fronts an action packed lack of substance performing lackluster stunts with a proud soft shoe dance our view so skewed, can't hear the news a veil of ignorance forms the way to engage an enraged world stage most folks haven't got a clue
-- from prague
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Wednesday, December 31, 2008
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Current mood:  mellow
Category: Writing and Poetry
what i've done is not right but without a conscience i'm stuck can anyone save me right here, tonight?
i'm not a lost cause don't need your applause but a little support would be nice if things were flipped, i wouldn't think twice...
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Tuesday, December 30, 2008
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Current mood:  awake
Category: Writing and Poetry
"i can't" never did he's still living with his mom using decade old slang like "oh yeah, that's the bomb" think of all the cliches about birds and leaving nests pick the best for you properly discard the rest
one man's trash is another man's lunch sometimes the best advice is to follow up a hunch sometimes nothing is the best thing we can do sometimes the words rhyme sometimes they're too few be brave -- somewhere deep inside your heart knows what to do
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