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Monday, September 11, 2017

just candy written Sept 11, 2015 inspired by this bridge into where I live

.............DUSK............ I savor your sweetness, Like a child toying a hard candy on a tongue.. Gravity pulls at the sun as I watch from atop a bridge on the river. I watch her undulate,... Like a dancer in her sari, Smooth, twisting, flowing.. Sensual and serene. Shadows chase the last bits of... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, September 10, 2017

Charles Bukowski aka Hank Chinaski

DO YOU COPY, BUKOWSKI? It's been 7 days since last I wrote, Gets to the point of too much tryin'.. Once read a comic strip showed 2 vultures watching a dyin' man crawl by.. One says to t'other, "patience my ass, I'm gonna kill somethin'"... That's me.."patience my ass, Ima plagiarize somethin'"..... Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, September 9, 2017

Not everything needs to rhyme to be a poem

THOUGHTS... I have work to do, but laziness overtakes me! and I thought of this as I was getting ready for work.. All of us write poetry..... in some form. Some of us write shit! We make it so convoluted, so enigmatic that.. a conundrum is a straight line in comparison! Nobody said it had to be like... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, September 8, 2017

Sometimes, a smile is the most difficult task in the world!

MAYBE... Maybe... We were always meant to say goodbye! When? When did you think...... When do you think we knew? I knew the moment I met you. Yet, it is the little twinges You learn to ignore... Surely, For me, For you, There must be more! In your eyes, What did you see? A man I'd never be!? You... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, September 7, 2017

A will, the present, and possible future. Who says there's no time travel?

from 12-11-15..........MY WILL........ When I leave this world, I leave my soul, Bequeath to Earth,... A life untold. Tis not in bitter disregard, Nor out of hate..less, in disdain. Forget the parts I've lived in pain..in vain.. Have you ever woken up to a sunny day? When all is right, Without a... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, September 6, 2017

A story..told by me!

STORY... I'm going to tell you a story. There will be no screamin', No hollerin', just... A story! Told deep,... In a voice full of smoke, A voice full of whiskey, of honey, Life's little joke. I'm a slow roll of tobacco, Deep, melodious, dark and bitter. Did I mention, in the dark is where you'll... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, September 5, 2017

Where are you? CARNAL and CHURCH are 1&2 of one poem..

CARNAL... Fire burns deep.. Suffocates.. A lover never straying far, From soul desire!... To have, to hold.. Never too young, Never too old.. To wish you had never met.. Yet! To do it over again.. Not a thing wont to change.. Lest you forget.. To remember!...CHURCH You and I held church today. In... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, September 4, 2017

Fairy tales rarely mirror real life; they are a reflection, nonetheless...

\\\\\\\\\\\\\CINDERELLA WHISKEY///////////// A whiskey rests comfortable in one hand, Gripped tight, knuckles stretch skin taught, Gun hangs loose from off the other, Teeters on the edge of falling.... He sits in the darkened room, Looks into the flame dancing in the firebox, Splay-legged on beige... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, September 3, 2017

When is it too late? and to what extent are we to we answer for our child

FIX IT BACK WHEN Back when we was young, All I wanted from you.. Was your fun..places..spaces, Where I was told young men shouldn't be..... So you banished me.. Until I proved worthy, Not just a walking...spout! Back then, You wanted the same.. Til you were told by the others of your ilk.. Your... Sign in to see full entry.

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Who decides what insanity is?

DEFINITION>> I once met a man insane.. He twisted off his shirt buttons, day to day.. Off and sew on, Sew on, off..... Constantly.. Daily. I once met a woman insane.. Pushed her rickety shopping cart down the lane.. Muttering and stuttering, Stuttering, muttering.. Constantly.. Daily. I once met... Sign in to see full entry.

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These are my poems written since 2005. I have a little collection I will share and post as I write 1 to 4 at a time. They are my thoughts and experiences and observations.

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