https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/americanoddity/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.hourly12000-01-01T12:00+00:00https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/americanoddity/911367Möbius 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...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/americanoddity/911335Spectre (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.https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/americanoddity/911324Wander 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...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/americanoddity/911303Hi 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...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/americanoddity/911297Nostalgia 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...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/americanoddity/911279Act 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...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/americanoddity/911253Theories 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...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/americanoddity/911248A 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...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/americanoddity/911245Woman 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...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/americanoddity/911231Virginia 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...