Monthly Archives: September 2009

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Does light truly consist of all colors,or is it the other way around? Dodark things really redound on our horrors,or do they tell us what we want them to?:Well, today there was light in every place, on, in, under rocks, leaves, clouds and sidewalk… Continue reading

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NOW USUALLY I DON’T TO THIS BUT, UH, GO AHEAD ON (AND) BREAK ‘EM OFF WITH A LITTLE PREVIEW(S) OF

THE REMIXCourtesy of http://www.youbuytheticket.comCharging against us people like Alexander,I have gone too far.I just saw the face of defeat two times,then chunked a deuce, turned street, made rubble, across the spectrum,of nasal sameness, of the same … Continue reading

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I’m giddy, back like I never left it;early or later I was destined tocome and give back to the ancient spiritof calm, clean, contented and fiercest you:I mean me, I meant “History” in quotes, and capitals, chattel, cattle and fees,charged against … Continue reading

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Mumps on the side of my face, I mean neck,as I span the distance from Greece to Spain,when I crunch the page but turn back to checkif the heroes inserted feel the pain:Like Alexander, I have gone too far, from Macedonia, to France, Spain, Persia,y… Continue reading

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I just saw the face of defeat two times,not my own, of course, but one more tragic,fixed in the heart of this land, its laws, crimes,and credos: therein lies the black magic:More frankly, there is a status panic, amongst the nominal “joes” that co… Continue reading

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A small milestone achieved in this high art,turned street, made rubble, across the spectrum,different hues of reconstruction that dart,in and out of time, space, from the rostrum:That is, I dissert, dissect from a mount so raised, that I’m really … Continue reading

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To stand is to remain, to unveil time,To reveal the folds underneath the smooth,Flowing wood of the spot, you skipped the line,And you towed it toward the hint of new truth:In sonnet form, the joy between the lines, The depth of every breath taken… Continue reading

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