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Saturday, January 9, 2010

Happy Birthday to Elvis!

Crystalline Clear I sometimes imagine us like we use to be, together holding hands, kissing, fighting, just being, I reach for you too late, my nails biting into my flesh, I clutch nothing, just bloody me, never in reality, would I ever imagine you not with me, I see you everywhere watching me,... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, January 4, 2010

Reading Me? Happy New Years!

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Thursday, December 31, 2009

Tubes

My own life was changed in the very middle of it's flowering when my mom and pops sprouted tubes they breathed, they ate, they used for all bodily functions, I could sculpt them out of clay but not explain them, Their age then is my age now, our lives blighted with the word "good-bye." I know my... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, December 30, 2009

Visiting La Grand Jaitte

“Mom, I finally made it in to see you today, this darn bloody wooden bench hurts my back, and so I won’t stay too long, the gallery of marble and stone where you make your home, chills my aged bones, yet daily, I’m happy no where else, remembering that Sunday in the park at La Grande Jatte when I... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, December 28, 2009

Oh, Starry Night

There is beauty, bravery, and achievement in Van Gogh's Starry Night, splendidly swabbing his canvas tenderly, taking his own sweet time, while gifting each air pocket imaginary wings fashioned from a cool night light, while the small village slept below, he educated his eyes by surfing the clouds,... Sign in to see full entry.

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Picasso’s Paintings Picasso’s abstract paintings fill my head with fascinating narratives, he ran the females in his pack with wounds, he should have felt and dealt with when he was young, but then painted them with feelings of mastery and omnipotence, his favorite model was a pretty ballerina named... Sign in to see full entry.

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On or Off, or In-between

The keeper of the in-between, is a messenger called Hermes, chosen to record, report, and transport the dead, who lives in-between an outer realm and an inner realm, between them the living sacrifice one for the other, the mysticism of nothingness and non-being always prevailing, our egos demanding... Sign in to see full entry.

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Crystalline Clear

I sometimes imagine us like we use to be, together holding hands, kissing, fighting, just being, I reach for you too late, my nails biting into my flesh, I clutch nothing, just bloody me, never in reality, would I ever imagine you not with me, I see you everywhere watching me, watching you, I see... Sign in to see full entry.

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Are you really a poet?

I believe to be a poet, you need to know when to listen and when not, as well as begin every day with a moment of silence, during the day listen to the children who are always on, we can learn as much from them as they us, Poets need to befriend isolated thinkers, to enjoy their gift of gab, to... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, December 21, 2009

The First New Year Baby - Happy New Year's!

the First New Year Baby Hermes the prankster of the Gods, sired Dionysus the love child of Zeus and a pregnant Semele, who died when a wish backfired because love between a God and a mortal, cannot safely be; Zeus quickly plucked her unborn fetus from her dying womb, to stash in his thigh till born,... Sign in to see full entry.

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The Passage of time. Down here on the third rock from the Sun, self-expression is our genius and we must not be talked out of it.I enjoy using pictures and writing to speak for me. I especially enjoy letting others revisit their own lives when reading mine and looking at my photo's.

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