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January 23, 2017 – II
I have been tourist, patriots of capital. Pride in rhetoric.
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January 23, 2017 – I
Losers never win, That is what makes them a loser. President Loser.
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January 19, 2017
Not my President. Not even my TV star, NOT MY PRESIDENT.
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March 1, 2017
Fool said, “I am fool.” Another said, “I am not!” They were the true fool.
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January 16, 2017 -II
Wake me up sisters, my brothers abandoned me, and I want to learn.
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January 23, 2017 – IV
“But peace, and love, and…” Be quiet. Love can be tough. Don’t cry for Nazis.
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Thought’s Post Annual Fleeting
Yes, but forced intrusion And impulse. Yet so be got by letting go. Letting go of such a thought, both fleeting and concrete. Yes these words are spoken, even written, again and again. So dare one say is that not its message. What merry spirits do burn again on this day. What day, Other,…
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Gramercy, The Journey of Jack Lewis Chapter 15
Chapter 15 Gotcha, in the Cops and Robbers Game. Jack had stopped listening long ago. It wasn’t a voluntary thing, he was just too captivated by the sight of her to care about anything else. After she had stopped reading she caught his gaze, which was locked on her eyes. They both smiled and…
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Gramercy, The Journey of Jack Lewis. Chapter 14
Chapter 14 The Happy Couple Jack had finished the story by the time Kate was long out of the shower. Now that he had come to, he decided that although the author of these stories was very talented he was also greatly disturbed, or at least in a very dangerous state of mind when…
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The Story’s Answer. Part 2
There is no day, There is no hour, There is no time which cannot be used for the sake that our sweet and public did. To do right is to act, To justify is inexcusable. Truth is the only merit to truth As it should be, I have kept silence in my place that was…
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Gramercy, The Journey of Jack Lewis. Chapter 13.
Chapter 13 Fun Playing God Needless to say our star crossed lovers spent that night in each others arms. In fact they had spent every night for the last three weeks in each others arms. Never had either one been so happy, so warm, so full of joy. Kate was used to men being douche-bags,…
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The Story’s Answer. Part 1
Wretched hours, Cursed cliches yet sinfully, regrettably again, I write these words with a mind of conflict and a heavy heart. Thoughts and my body twisted and wrangled and always so mother bloody fucking constant. Find no pattern in these words, yet please do, For although there is no story here, There indeed is, and…
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Gramercy, The Journey of Jack Lewis. Chapter 12
Chapter 12 I’m With The Band The next morning they all awoke one by one at the early hour of dawn. They all rubbed their twinging necks and backs and gave each other shit for being so stupid for sleeping sitting up on the couches, especially these couches which they found in a scrap…
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It is the Times
Another one for the sake of it. Another pointless stream of thought For the sake of sake itself and practice For the every slipping veil that we dare label “time.” Ah, but soft, it is the tides, it is the times. October 22, 2014
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The Mellow In Our Tempo Lusts
Are we not products of our company’s constant sexual saturation? What liberation by constraint. Fast words, mellow in tempo. Poetry is not popular these are facts and soul is less a thing than a word. Yet to be forsaken? I say not. What lacking in a message is no more, but here, now and real,…
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Forced Meter to Your Ugly Soul
Forced Meter never match Suddenly the souls ideas rot. Fortune can break the ranks and show you what you are not. The word cliche gives no thanks and its karma is for you not. For this forced meter is at an end. I bid ugly farewells, to you my ugly friend. 10/7/14
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Ah, but Soft in a Kiss
Ah, but soft in a kiss and then gone. This is not a love poem but a poem of lust lost, lust lost but found afresh and anew. A new lust and spring, cleansed of spite of old and self. A return of not and never return need be to the rhyme and timing of…
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Trivial and less of Thieves
Each Word is a trivial word to that of prophets but even less than that of thieves. There can be heroics in anything, even theft, there can be art in anything, and dare I say there is. If we are not all artists, why do we have one goal, to create, and love it. 6/8/14
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Of Love and Life
I fill each page with a song and no page gets filled at all. These have been times, Wasted and harsh, bitter and entitled no more for all shall be entitled to peace, and love. But we have an illusion of what love is as such we have illusions of life. 6/8/14