| Karma
| | Oh, timeless is the whipping wind... | | Words: | 40 | | Comments: | 3 | | Status: | Public |
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| Self Examination
| | Who's time is it that I bestow... | | Words: | 168 | | Comments: | 2 | | Status: | Public |
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| I Still Love Lucy
| | I Still Love Lucy they butchered the bastions of jungles greased up concubines, bleeding eyes, chasing rats into dark dreams, just beyond the dancing moon where the night burglars steal pennies from... | | Words: | 460 | | Comments: | 1 | | Status: | Public |
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| A Poets Creed
| | I am a pilgrim for poetics... | | Words: | 301 | | Comments: | 0 | | Status: | Public |
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| Dream Painting
| | When I was young the grasshoppers... | | Words: | 229 | | Comments: | 0 | | Status: | Public |
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| Mozambique
| | He did the mapiko while starry-eyed... | | Words: | 286 | | Comments: | 0 | | Status: | Public |
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| Two Guitars
| | Two Guitars... | | Words: | 200 | | Comments: | 0 | | Status: | Public |
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| Looking Past Twin Peaks
| | She had them all right. Firm and ready, sitting up there... | | Words: | 398 | | Comments: | 1 | | Status: | Public |
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| The Porch
| | The elm tree stood proud rising above the rooftop shading the house from the eastern sun its twisted... | | Words: | 262 | | Comments: | 2 | | Status: | Public |
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| Grooving on the Backtracks
| | Side A Find me on the flip-side where vague percussions tap below quarter-tones. I steal what I can from your song like some high-tech sink drain I swallow it whole and digest it, hearing your soft... | | Words: | 343 | | Comments: | 1 | | Status: | Public |
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| "Under Large Rocks"
| | It trickles down to the faceless crowd... | | Poetry | | Genre: | Nature | | Updated: | 04-11-07 |
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| Regarding Black and White
| | <center> <b><i> These tribes of thought gathering tracks of non-compliance this hardware-brain that racks pins waiting on a roll these wars that internalize their every battle in the space between the... | | Words: | 356 | | Comments: | 1 | | Status: | Public |
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| As She Sleeps
| | . <center> <b><i> In the sinewy hours halloed in a hallowed moon as the wind-shake slap-jacks midnight storms where tidal tests of moods shift and jar a soul into the testimony of "I did not live this... | | Poetry | | Genre: | Love | | Updated: | 03-11-07 |
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| Toy Soldiers
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