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Wednesday, September 13, 2017

Möbius Operandi I

Möbius Operandi I by Justin Orlando on February 4, 2015. © Justin Orlando, All rights reserved Frozen in satan's eyes was a look of disgust Then a twitch of a smile "Why would the words of a man mean anything to me?" Thusly I responded "Why would the word of God?" Aptly, in scarcely a moment with a... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, September 12, 2017

Spectre (The Human Condition)

Spectre (The Human Condition) by Justin Orlando on January 2, 2015. © Justin Orlando, All rights reserved Rage & Focus, both co-exist as a means to aid the delirium that we can control the human condition and by which we die in the pursuit of a spectre of nothing. Sign in to see full entry.

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Wander : Poem

Wander by Justin Orlando on June 20, 2015. © Justin Orlando, All rights reserved The city lights churn endlessly, Red to Blue, Filling our black sky, Hiding asphalt gray under its luminous glow, Blinding us to its true place, Where its laid to seed But the one who wanders knows, Sees the cracked... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, September 11, 2017

Hot Water : Short Story (With Mobi.)

Hi guys, I've decided to share this piece with you all. Hot Water is one of the few short stories I have actual seen to completion (sorta, we'll talk about that next time), in it I experiment with blending poetry and prose, aswell as some semi-erotic themes. I think it is an interesting piece and I... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, September 10, 2017

Nostalgia

Nostalgia Cigarette smoke flutters upward breaking on a window pane As the coup de grace of a deaths head moth dispersing through air into nothing Lost eyes gazing on a rainy day Born back to a older time Nostalgia Accompanied by a calm turbulence Ebeded by the isolation of a lonely day Dreams of... Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, September 9, 2017

Act I (Misinformation) :: A Dying Man's Sonnet

Act I (Misinformation):: A Dying Man's Sonnet Life is full of junctions, Points, Places, Positions in time roads traveled and roads yet to be made, Unraveled a concerto of a unknown orchestra, God's plan, or random patterns, Moments in our life all coming together a constellation of dreams and... Sign in to see full entry.

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Theories of Chaos: Poem

Theories of Chaos I stare deeply into your face, With a sentimental longing seeping from the most ardorous regions of my heart, Pumping with passion, It skips with every batted lash or twitch of the eye, As though enamored by the sheer radiance of those saffron pools, Creating a bridge between our... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, September 8, 2017

A Living Poem (Muse) : Poem

A Living Poem (muse) by Justin Orlando on June 12, 2016. © Justin Orlando, All rights reserved If only a poem could be as though it were a woman, Is she not what one should be? Just watch, as she slinks down the hall, Watch the flow in how she walks, Rhythmic phrase, behind every step, pulled by her... Sign in to see full entry.

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Women be a Poem (Origin of Art) : Poem

Woman Be A Poem (Origin Of Art) by Justin Orlando on April 22, 2016. © Justin Orlando, All rights reserved If only a poem could be a woman, are they not what one should be? Cascading hair splitting softly before lacquered lips, singing sweetest melody, the rhythmic pacing of her hips, and passionate... Sign in to see full entry.

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Virginia Summers: Poem

Virginia Summers by Justin Orlando on February 6, 2015. © Justin Orlando, All rights reserved Virginia summers burn bright But in a desolate field it burns brighter, with no tree to give its shelter But at night the stars shine through Where trees would obscure, Stars shine through ---- A short... Sign in to see full entry.

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An American Oddity: The Inner Workings of a Suburban Mind A cacophony of poems, self-quotes, and essays pulled from the melting pot of an american mind. This blog is dedicated to the work of an imagination brought forth from the suburban existence. Set sail with the prodigal son of television's radioactive love-child.

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