An American Oddity

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Thursday, September 7, 2017

Ballad for an Ocean : Poem

Ballad for an Ocean Gouging at the earth it bleeds deep blue, Sighing softly as she rubs against her wounds, Soothing her self to sleep with tide touching tender sand Lolling lower now the foam echoes but a whisper, Our moon losing it's sway, Giving way forgoing ghostly glow for a new day, Can you... Sign in to see full entry.

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Free Spirit : Poem

Free-Spirit The wind exerts its full force on his hands, caressing the crests between fingers, small waves slosh behind, In this lake he imagines he’s on the ocean, the untraveled journeyman, alone in open waters, rocks that skip become the trail of massive serpents, Giving chase during hurricane,... Sign in to see full entry.

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The Artistic Mind on Learning : Self Quote #1

"For the artistic mind learning a new technique is an almost sexual experience. There's a moment of intellectual tension, a strangeness you can’t quite comprehend. It feels as though one is transformed to a virgin, groping blindly, trying to unlock the secret of a new form of joy." - Justin Orlando... Sign in to see full entry.

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For a Girl: Poem

For a Girl To a woman I once loved, have loved and still love I want you, need you I read the lines forged from worry on your face A cracking light between two lips emanating from the white of your smile I kiss tender a frown hoping it will hold you for a while I love you With the stylized look of... Sign in to see full entry.

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L'apple du vide : Poem

L'apple du vide On the grassy knoll tis’ life’s kiss that seduces us to plummet from its shoal of youthful hubris into the rocky mires of age & experience, to make are final peace in the shallow tide of death. ------ Note: I decided to start from the beginning; This poem was the first one I ever... 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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