Friday, August 12, 2005
Penetrating the Juxtaposition
you stare silently from the space behind your eyes, where lions’ prey, unaware of impending crisis, share an afternoon sip from the watering hole of indignation at the edge of an oasis of dreams… rushing like wind through treetops, your gripping need pulls us all along, seeds in the soft soil of...
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Wednesday, August 10, 2005
The Other Side of Jesus and a fond morning wave "Hello"
boyish charm aside, his old school humor, ascerbic, snide, raw, in bad taste, good for fun for fans whose music is an omen fulfilled. thirteen skilled disciples whose writings are lost on the last unaddressed on the margins of cost of the search that so long and so wide so far, so intensive, so...
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Monday, August 8, 2005
of intermediate complexity
or you could remain solid as a stain smiling there on satin sheets ready as rain rough though moss on chaste cheeks be the romp is worth the wait tomboyish solitude left off like a novel dropped like dimes on street corners where mimes and buskers stand in odd array waiting for some take today....
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Saturday, August 6, 2005
Faith Among Friends as Dawn Descends
Lost like touch among a few close friends; borne aloft like a raised crutch, shaken with shouts about amends that must be made before the trial of innocent and just occurs, with debts to be paid all the while, as insolent trust blurs. In a perfect world, the Just would live by faith alone...
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Friday, August 5, 2005
just as morning's fate ( frost = F*ing Rare Orgasm Sex Trade )
just as a crime, pure as a pimp, sweet as a virgin’s suicide with a rope whimper and cry though the sun shine bright the deepest secrets come out by night and the dawn of new day begins in the midnight hour when the wicked cower in sells they choose to propose while the frost fierce as honey sings...
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In the Fall
when children lack a faithful future due to slack parentage or poor role models maybe there is wrong social expectations at the core of the problem who is to say that authority has it right? Why ought we not question her tenure when pure anarchy is simply at stake? After all, if tradition is not...
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Thursday, August 4, 2005
In June
Teasing testimonials out of tepid, tense eye-witnesses is a lot like taming lions in a jungle full of mild easy prey for the falcons and the fulsome fierce who find their wild and wanton way from fray to god-forsaken fray on any given day in June. In June the days are hot, the children from their...
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a) Si, an Ode b) See an Odyssey c) an odd Sea
Pale is the green of my ivy, as over my garden wall she creeps like a cat on a house-call. White is the hue of my dogwood as along my backyard fence it meanders like a mouse keeping cats in suspense. Blue is the wet of my fishpond as under my wood wind-chimes it hides like the night hides victims of...
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Tuesday, August 2, 2005
In the click of a camera’s lens: Making it Last, at last, affianced
Smiling at the Dreamantic in me, I glance at the bouquet of roses. Costly, but worth it—I’m sure you agree. Now hold still. Let’s go through your poses. My favorite one is of your sultry pout: So demure, yet daunting and sour. Your expression is not one to flout. In fact, it makes some men cower....
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Monday, August 1, 2005
WONDER FOR WHOM THE BELL TOLLS?
The Bell Tolls for Need’s Son, Gain (a poetic allegory) Need, the father of misbegotten Gain, grappled with the horror that he’d given his step-son, Pain, to ill-gotten Gain, as a sibling to rival for a father’s limited affection. Quandary soon became dilemma: Should he sacrifice Pain at the expense...
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