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Why A Poem Never Belongs to The Author
Vengence, unguarded, has all but been abandoned. Anger, the burning coals the buddha talked about, drop them. See their sparks as they grind into the Earth, then darken into nothing. No time like the present, no fear but the accented. This is where I should always be, yet it means nothing when you stay stagnent.…
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Soul and Pain, a poem
Soul and Pain. Here we are again, A dying planet and a line of willful morons Humping their hands while complaining about the better sex. No game, and they won’t shut up about it. Our so called leaders are afraid to lead Because they might not be leaders anymore if they do. Complacency is safer…
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Soul and Pain, a poem
Soul and Pain. Here we are again, A dying planet and a line of willful morons Humping their hands while complaining about the better sex. No game, and they won’t shut up about it. Our so called leaders are afraid to lead Because they might not be leaders anymore if they do. Complacency is safer…
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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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2016
A little boy is missing half his face in Syria, A secretary and a TV star are having a battle royale, it’s for the ratings, it always has been, Meanwhile an honest old man follows all the rules he promises to break, a little birdie told me he was too honest, too good for a…
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So Shall Life Carry On
I speak the truth when it comes to the treachery of images. All artists do so in their constructive lies, negative though it sounds the opposite is true. Self perpetuation on the division of the dialoque. Books upon books missing from invisible shelves, and priorities. The angel headed hipsters are back and they are…
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A Short Note About Peace
Accent upon rhythm and timing be imecpable. Suite number, unknown and with the orchestra to. Class of the classless. A short note about peace, a warning of lessons forgotten. 3/2/16
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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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The Man Who Is Tall Is Happy?
The man who is tall is happy. Is the man who is tall is happy? The man who is tall is happy. Is the man who is tall is happy? Simple, but not, naturalized structure and generation, and burden of proof is on the state. The burden of proof of law, order, proffesional dissertation, facts…
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A Film Buffs Opinion of the “Content Bubble” or (Why the only new movie I saw all year was Straight Outta Compton)
I am the kind of person who loves to stay up to date on everything, especially the world of film. I love cinema and have wanted to be a director since I was 5. I like to be the kind of person who has seen all the good movies and all the good TV shows.…
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A Hand Over the Heart Does Not Feed a Hungry Child
Our content Mass production, due favors in south outlier and a perisistant traveller’s call for a prayer of peace. Tell me kid, did you know there was a future in such a romaceless field? Distracted petty feuds as it all begins to crumble and become rebuilt. Violence and rhetoric in the names of things like…
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New Word
New word, passive lacking in detail, no lie, just late facts and a painful shrug. Tedious narcotic anxiety and an even older annoying habit. We are in fact addicted to our emotions, and some are more toxic than heroin. Anger kills brain, and fear, the heart. Trapped in adolescent disposition, a generation, of late lies.…
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The Story’s Answer Epilogue
I am waiting for a show that will give me no answers only ideas, but what comes with ideas? Perspective, new soul, satire of the ex soul, ex self, self, not self, know the self, to remove the self? Does this make sense? Do humans look for philosophy by nature? Is it pertinent to the…
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The Story’s Answer Part 5
How many nights? How many hours? How many words? Efforts? Deeds? Projections? Rejections? Real and imposed, now over, now true, not repeated. This is an unknown that is even unknown so unknown the unknown knows nothing of its own unknown. Rhythm all these such no know no rest, no rest for the wicked, none for…
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The Story’s Answer Part 4
War, no, fear, no, Crime, no, Game! Simply game! Game for identity. Game for group and safety. Game for instinct, Game for the pursuit but not gain of truth. But what is to gain truth? What is to gain knowledge? Where is any truth? Is this my page? Is this my night? Damn this me!…
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Gramercy, The Journey of Jack Lewis Chapter 16
chapter 16 The Aftermath Judge Bachman was ecstatic to hear Lewis was in custody. He was disappointed to hear he was in another state and would be tried by a separate Judge, but he would watch the trial coverage on FOX NEWS as close as possible. Once Jack was caught, it wasn’t long…
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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 3
I did not mean it, I did not mean to, I did not wish to burn my scripts and lines but I did, I did it as a projection of my own dreary ways. Blue hearts to black, that is the lyric, that is what I did with my poetic paints, So forevermore, I must…
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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,…