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Sunday, April 6, 2008

The Coward

The Coward Scared, stricken Never to unfold the mind a weaken Under strange rule And never to overcome the fool I look to my left, No help, and my mind has welt, To which I feel remorse Scorned, and later a torn Flesh and open wounds lay unborn Behold, I know it will happen To which is why I flee... Sign in to see full entry.

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Epic: Dissected Insomniac

By: Jason Donald Partington Written: 1/19/08 © 2008 3:30 A.M. As I sit and stare, The insomnia rushing from my blood sets stage Where I cannot find comfort under my own wing This, rest assured When under my pillow, As I lay and listen to the rhythms of ticks from my alarm clock Under my own... Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, April 5, 2008

Movin’ Back to Brooklyn (Parts 1, 2, & 3)

Movin’ Back to Brooklyn By: Jason Donald Partington 11/25/07 © 2007 Part 1 As I make a stand Wake up and breathe in the morning air I venture out with limited money at hand But knowing I have a little more then the bus fare I’m thinking of you As I speak, it is something I enjoy doing These things... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, April 3, 2008

Love Is Work

Love is work: We meet, In conversation we think To whatever wonder, we express To which in time we’ll confess Hope to invent a harmonic thought Where our creative wits won’t depart Fire within, our personalities become open We worry of the outcome, Which we focus, our lives strengthen We work our... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, April 2, 2008

Hot Authority

To what is only current Where the mind has taken a sudden urgent The man with a gun in his hand Under strike certain, At the moment my rights no longer stand Extreme gestures which the heart overtakes To which everyone in the field, Has their adrenaline running a speed race Though we remain silent,... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, April 1, 2008

Progression Through Projection

Through the sands of time, we look through it with progression However, at the same time it is as if our minds have no affiliation This, with the help of projection Recordings are made manifest in our minds for a better understanding To better understand life, and ourselves The times of each... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, March 31, 2008

A Pretty Site for a Sore Monday

Well what can I say? I come in, and what do I see? It's been awhile, we both can agree Work's burdens been so heavily on me Push to limits, with no turn of a cheek But then I see, And now I feel so at ease Like when a storm hits, then the sun shines, And the rain is as gentle as the blue sky You're... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, March 26, 2008

From Sober to Dumber II

My life is a flip around, To which this jail cell I seem to have found In a way it is like fighting and losing, To which I think about now When I’m with my friends, I try to be the best Drink enough to feel excess Then I find a challenge, Which now I remember, I’m the express! This cell is scary I... Sign in to see full entry.

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From Sober to Dumber

Whenever I go out to drink I bring a friend, But never my brain I always leave him at home, Every night it seems Under any circumstance, I seam to always circumvent, As the same on my switch from sober to dumber In other words, I find a problem every time To which I say words, And don’t think in... Sign in to see full entry.

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Open Books

By: Jason Donald Partington Written: 3/26/08 © 2008 As I sit For each time, I write Which this, Is my opened expression You may walk by, And notice each time As you sit and view, The text is full So you read and look You find an inspiring tool Once you finish, You walk away You then take the time,... Sign in to see full entry.

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1. Poetic pieces that consist of 70 lines or more 2. Poetic pieces that have multiple parts/sequels to them (e.g. Emphasis, Three Oceans, etc.) 3. A deep poetic story or poetic philosophy, that consists of 30 lines in length or more. 4. Lyrical Pieces

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