Explorations of Everything

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Monday, September 8, 2008

God grabs question.

God grabs gratuitous goodmen by the groin, Men make mockery of minuscule man still-in-loin, Conifers are careless concerning con-men on coins. Pagans pray posthumously, At lie-laden living altars, Openly operating old contradictions, Fantasizing, fictionalizing non-ficiton realities - Others say... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, September 7, 2008

I come from a land of cigarettes and dead dreams, Grew tall amongst plastic-bag-teepees, Dead men - and the booze was free. Tested my mettle against the sidewalk And all the warriors that lived there. I gnashed my teeth on the leaves Of plastic city trees - I was so high in the mountains, The air... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, September 6, 2008

My blue

My lips burn, Face doth too - Brains be blue. Travel through lands, Mad swift quick sands, Crystal ways agreeable. Too much ink in the sink, Pushed herds to the brink, Killed myself and tasted the stink. Are you intriqued? I'm breaking off from alpha, Lost my love in omega, Must have been deceived.... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, September 3, 2008

Plastic limits

Plastic box sets of imagery - It's a like a poem without the work, The washing of my brain is free, But they'll call on me - Yes, they'll call on me. I never asked to be blank, Never wanted to be the slate for chalk, Rubber shoes for cursed walk, Chords corrupted by decietful vocal-talk. I never... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, September 2, 2008

blah

I don't write poem - To show the man or grow the man, To be the man or kill the man. I don't write poem - To plant seed or cultivate the need, Or dream silent dreams of a new breed. I don't write poem - To make a new suit... If I choked myself with tie, You'd soon see my lie. I don't write poem - To... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, August 29, 2008

Plastic misery.

Plastic wrap and Thrice too nice for the boys. The children of the sidewalks, Who teethed on curb-sides and Cried when they saw the distant promenades - Of the cultural preachers... Who exhale and spit a faux pas at The holy grail. They paint a map for the blind, Blind's wandering, squandering now -... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, August 25, 2008

Homes.

America can be the Goombah cities of Lactic-acid attacks - Bare backed freedom: Dream on. It's snaking highways - Heading off to fangs: The venemous metropolis. It's trans-coastal hoodrats - Rats be in the mid-west too - Rat be me, Food be you. It's the west, The South West - Sun people making a new... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, August 15, 2008

Bled it.

Bled out swiftly - Into the rich cocktails drunk... Alcoholism in childhood remembrances, Intoxication in past, present, future - There's a hole in my belly. Crash! And my face hit the ground - Broke bones twice over, Shattering the reality of my own Composition. So compose a rose from Red prose,... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, August 13, 2008

looksee.

Out of mind and right in body – Experience transcends and bends, I flew over oceans and building forests Until the end. Sat out on terrace, Above city they say it's dangerous, My brain was sane in its insanity, And I stumbled, fell down to the floor, Colorful explosions erupted in brain-bank – And I... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, August 12, 2008

well cities.

I flew high over city lights, On the night we all died with The setting of the sun - Only to be reborn eight hours Later, well... If you were a lucky one. Sign in to see full entry.

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