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Oct 9, 2011, 1:38 am
Those hard engines
and sharp wings,
they are flying in
low and steady
above our heads
then whoosh -
climb into the sky,
cold hard blue
and gleam of light. Comment - Like
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Oct 8, 2011, 7:32 am
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I will get there eventually,
working my way towards you
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Sep 8, 2011, 5:06 am
For a story to become
the story in your mind,
not much is needed to be.
Four walls, a door or two,
a window that looks out,
and outside, it is night,
The dead hour, quiet
but for the desires
swimming in the room.
As such these are called -
... Comment - Like
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Sep 5, 2011, 7:45 am
A long match box.
Inside, a cocoon
gestates metamorphosis
While you watch
with chin on arms,
willing life at your command.
But in the night,
while you sleep,
the cocoon silk is broken.
A long match box.
Inside, a cocoon's
myster... Comment - Like
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Sep 4, 2011, 5:00 am
I cannot write my way back to your good grace,
the line is cut, the words returned, undeliverable.
And if we were to believe we are born just once,
will die just once, and all the choices in between
are ours to make the most of what we c... Comment - Like
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Sep 1, 2011, 2:41 am
A lazy Sunday, twenty minutes drive
between ranch homes, dry hills,
trees with their branches swaying
shadows on the hot afternoon road,
and I have arrived. Or,
One doesn't arrive at all, but rather
like the way things enter a house,
neglected and gath... Comment - Like
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Jul 18, 2011, 12:22 am
The yard is bordered with roses
where once there was a fence.
The branches rose to form an arch
opening into the neighbor's.
And my mother is alive again,
trimming and weeding.
I do not know the significance
of the message in my dream,
a caution, or an assurance
of what I have done or will do.
I yea... Comment - Like
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Jul 4, 2011, 8:25 pm
the sea rolling us
rushes over us - over and over
wild shards of magma - in the frictional waves
rolling us from the sea floor
over and over out of the tides
in the frictional waves onto the shores
from the ... Comment - Like
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Jun 29, 2011, 2:17 am
Here are two poems, but the same. The first is an earlier version. The first is more condensed, while the latter was expanded upon. I thought some choice words in the first may create images that distract rather than help with the flow of the poem. Maybe I'll keep working to come up with a final ver... Comment - Like
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Jun 25, 2011, 7:16 am
From dis-ease,
bring me ease.
From dark days,
bring me light.
From a thought,
to a breath
Besides me,
love. Comment - Like
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May 9, 2011, 2:02 am
You got to toe the line,
anticipate the falling off,
go there, the edge -
Sound footing is your enemy,
so are the familiar drones
of sorrow, ecstasy, pain.
Speak devil with your words
whisper in their ears,
be the eyes in the walls.
We should all live in a jitter
loosen from our skins,
shaken out of... Comment - Like
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May 7, 2011, 9:42 pm
Everyone is going to read this poem
then ask, may I? They will take
these words bore out of nothing,
will added to, rearranged,
crossed out and replaced,
this won’t be mine, anymore.
Take it. Meanings
are nothing, can mean
a thousand things,
but not a single word here
will mean what I just said.
I... Comment - Like
Kayin W. posted an article on
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Apr 26, 2011, 7:10 am
1.
The alphabets make words
to which I live by - but should I?
I wear them because I have to -
it's social faux pas to be
naked and incomprehensible -
Most people have no qualms
about dressing the part.
But there are those who see
something's strange in these li(n)es.
Sometimes I ponder
at the ab... Comment - Like
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Apr 13, 2011, 9:24 am
why are you
buried so deep
between places
between dreams
slipped into room
then slipped out
before I wake up
remember nothing
think of nothing
drinking coffee
sitting next to
no one then
suddenly Comment - Like
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Apr 10, 2011, 4:58 am
You want answers -
they are riding on the wings
of a moth just passing through,
You who believe
the dead, returning,
now sits on your thumb.
What reassurance does it bear,
what message from the broken islands
scattered to a thousand directions
On which each stands a mother
clutching in her hands th... Comment - Like
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Mar 10, 2011, 3:04 pm
I never wanted this desert,
boundless land of un-plenty.
No words grow here,
not even a mirage
Beckoning
in the distance.
Only the night's
cold silence,
The wind
dissipating dreams. Comment - Like
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Jan 28, 2011, 5:36 am
In my dream
our mother's gone missing
for two days since,
her absence palpable thus -
First, is nowhere to be found
in an unfamiliar house
where our familiar wait
until the scene's unraveled to
Next, flying above a possible route
like a camera speeding forward
searching for her last known place
bu... Comment - Like
Kayin W. posted an article on
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Jan 24, 2011, 2:13 am
Twilight diffuses in a dome
of rust, burnt orange, lapis
over lacquered water
As we speed forward
with the hill behind us,
windows ablaze.
And time is shining
as if on a pin
everywhere I look.
Hold your breath -
Don’t tip it
to the dark. Comment - Like
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Jan 7, 2011, 8:06 am
as the days are crossed off
one day then the next,
so too the words disintegrate,
becoming one less and less
the farther away from a dream.
i've kept my pages blank for so long.
now, they scatter around me.
and my eyes are losing their sight,
my head's getting tired -
and when i back out of view
no ... Comment - Like
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Jan 1, 2011, 12:21 am
It's The Flaming Lips "All We Have is Now"
playing on repeat, repeat, so why
do we always take the trash out on Sunday
And let truths wait, while money's disappeared
into coffers like indulgence in days of old
when we invest in a future on a promise
And think we can get something in return
for so li... Comment - Like
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Dec 21, 2010, 6:00 am
Once again,
I watched this lunar party
streaming by.
Once again,
I met no transcendence,
only strains.
I need to break down
these walls,
the ten tons roof
My heart is pressed under
and that the spirit
can barely hold up
(the roof? the heart?)
Yet I know,
I always knew
what it'll take.
If you're push... Comment - Like
Kayin W. posted an article on
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Dec 20, 2010, 3:25 am
On Sixty Minutes Sunday
is a story on ordinary people
with extra-photographic memory,
they can recall the details of any day
in any year they've lived - the good, the bad,
and all the in-betweens we remember
only as generalized repetitions -
they got theirs compartmentalized
and can pull out on dema... Comment - Like
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Dec 14, 2010, 5:57 am
Everyday appears the same
from beginning to end
with details in between
You don't see the whole
of, and if you ask,
I will only tell you
In terse half truths
you won't remember
the beginning and end of.
It's my way of living
in the overlooked silence
of the world
That after an age,
discovered like a... Comment - Like
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Dec 11, 2010, 5:28 am
Kahlo, Mona, their gazes
silent and contained
are pictures I have on the wall to look upon
In between the picking up of pen
and a few clicks on the keyboard,
those semblance of efforts
in a few gestures made
Where no word comes out,
not even in a rush of shades,
desperate and homeless.
(Yet it is th... Comment - Like
Kayin W. posted an article on
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Nov 12, 2010, 6:24 am
(words)
these letters here
(don't)
are only to give shape to this circle
(hurt)
just big enough to punch a fist through.
(your)
now punch your fists through.
(silence)
again. and again.
(do) Comment - Like
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Nov 11, 2010, 6:19 am
The hours sieved
through the empty room,
extracts a hunger
pure with want,
its indescribable concentrate
spreads itself
such that the walls
cannot contain this wilderness,
rare like
the corpse's
flower, pungent and
short-lived. Comment - Like
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Nov 7, 2010, 10:02 pm
"I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud"
William Wordsworth
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in t... Comment - Like
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Nov 7, 2010, 1:23 am
If midnight is the light repose,
then let us love this segue hour
before the drone of sleep calls us
from a day unchangeably done.
Tomorrow will teeter on the edge
of our decisions, every thought
is a battle between the will
and the urge to get by.
And the consequences
ten steps down. Comment - Like
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Oct 31, 2010, 2:18 am
The books
sat here
and there.
In stacks
of twos
and threes,
Unread
and dusted
in dusts.
The girl slumped
in her chair
didn't want them.
She wanted nothing,
asked for nothing,
got nothing.
Don't be the girl
slumped in her chair.
Flesh rots faster
than fiber. Comment - Like
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Oct 19, 2010, 6:44 am
A table,
two chairs -
winter sat there.
Icicles hung from every word
as eyes filmed over
like fishes frozen in the snow.
Like two stones waiting
for the thaw -
and the sinking. Comment - Like
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Oct 18, 2010, 1:54 am
Words plucked out of the sea
to clothe my naked body
in shards of unfitted shells
for uncertain thoughts and -
Those sharp edges -
Iridescent understanding
mixed with what bleed out of -
Then scars to line the inside
for the better to meet you
Unhinged, from the unhinging. Comment - Like
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Sep 29, 2010, 7:30 am
Memory.
It doesn't hold me.
It doesn't know I'm here.
(No before. No after. No beyond what frame conceived. No voice fading to a whisper. Tell me there is a dark beyond this light.) Comment - Like
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Sep 22, 2010, 5:01 am
A run at the store
left trailing shadows
at the coat rack,
by the sandals,
in the frozen aisle
between sips of cold latte -
their invisible shades
visible in the picking
up and putting down
of unnecessary things
Confessing,
I know nothing,
I know nothing. Comment - Like
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Sep 15, 2010, 6:01 am
The bus driver, perhaps his shift's about to end
cared not that the man got on without fare,
or maybe, he must have slipped in unnoticed
as the buzzing light drawn our thoughts inward.
So suddenly he sat amongst us, in that proximity
we allowed ourselves here but no place else,
discomfort expressed ... Comment - Like
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Aug 19, 2010, 8:00 am
The night slips in
wearing a silk chemise
And sits by the window,
the music is Liebestraum.
Singing along
with every note,
Her breath,
a gossamer. Comment - Like
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Aug 17, 2010, 5:56 am
... yes, let the left brain thinks
while the left hand writes -
this should rid the problem
of not being able to compose
while alphabets swim in the sky.
Easier to catch those suckers,
slippery things ... Comment - Like
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Aug 16, 2010, 4:24 am
Desultory night,
nowhere is the straight
this bus can go.
The bodies inside
shuffle to their places,
settle into silence
As eyes sunken low
by the hollowed lights
gaze into the floating panes
Watch ourselves watching others -
past and the present
reflecting on the surface while
There in the aisle, t... Comment - Like
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Aug 1, 2010, 5:02 am
Mona Lisa is starring at me,
so is Frida, and Modigliani's woman
in her big rimmed hat.
These women on my wall because of you
are daring me with their silent
but oh so loud demand -
Draw, write, draw and write,
don't live your life
like a colorblind mute.
For Chris Al-Aswad, 1979 - 2010
Founder of E... Comment - Like
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Jul 24, 2010, 10:00 pm
Same blue sky,
the sun from here to there.
My thoughts
in different places.
A word for a thing.
But not with each other. Comment - Like
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Jun 29, 2010, 5:13 am
The audience emptied out of the auditorium
into the lobby, to the outside
along with roses wrapped in cellophane.
I stood by the door, handing out
goodbyes like the day's end
instead of connections at a crossroad,
believed and honored.
That's me being neither strong nor cold.
Just fearing of be... Comment - Like
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Jun 4, 2010, 5:38 am
The windows were closed,
but there's the mosquito
on the bathroom wall
That's now on the bedroom floor -
chased here from downstairs
by the cat.
The cat didn't see, until
I tilted its head up to the wall -
look, I said, it's yours.
And so it was. So it was. Comment - Like
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