Monthly Archives: March 2011

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I don’t know what is happening to me,but it’s moving me somewhere, anywhere;anywhere is better than where I stood,so I’ll sit back and maximize the ride:The terrains are shifting beneath my feet, and inside my chest, the rains are pouring,cleansin… Continue reading

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There’s water on the floor! Please don’t step there, or you’ll slip straight into unconsciousness and start a slipstream that will soak the air and not be awake to clean up the mess!: See, I told you so! And now you’re half-dead until your fate de… Continue reading

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A swarm of rose petals falls from his hand.Petals of three colors- red, purple, white – fall from the hole that he can’t understand,from the part of his hand that’s palm heart white: This would be a release, an outpouringof pure emotion from this … Continue reading

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I am scared because I’ve nothing to lose in not succeeding for the time being; I am scared because I am not selfish enough to want success for my own self: This is a huge flaw because I owe it to so many people to use my gifts, to find success, to… Continue reading

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Reborn with a tremor of earthliness, insights fresh with the new diamond moonlight, I go to sleep with at least one fear less than what I awoke with. I know my might! I am strong as a watery jet, which, instead of choking, heals the hurt spine; I … Continue reading

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No one wants to read metered poetry anymore, so stop it while you’re ahead! Walt Whitman killed that stuff a century and a half ago! Metric verse is dead! We gave a pass to James Ingram Merrill because he was so tortured (and so rich)! You weave y… Continue reading

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The little lost kid plays with cinder blocks as countless couples and singles walk by with expensive groceries, as the moon mocks the poor and the cold with its winking eye: It is more than absurd that no one cares or asks why he walks alone outsi… Continue reading

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