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Author Archives: urbansonnets
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My project is so silent, so silent:to confound and confabulate raceswith a single multiple stroke, violentagainst coterminous culture spaces:To delimit the nature is to cutaway the off-putting mess of nature; you can have your dream and happiness,… Continue reading
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I find meaning in the eyes that look outlike exhaust in the air, flapping like curves,moving like the vicissitudes of doubt,seeing little, and bending ’round like curbs:Somehow, though, people miss the point in me, which has always been to face up… Continue reading
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What more could I ask for in this long lifebut a healthy portion of fresh patience?While the world turns I post up, fragrant, rifewith silence, in the vortex of passions:From the terroir of three thousand rosebuds I grew strong, bold, sweet and th… Continue reading
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I have fallen over the precipiceso many times now that time passes slow,that I’m impassive before the abyss,as one who knows well that it’s time to go:But go where? This is a major question that we must address before we proceed -Would you happen … Continue reading
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The coast is clear for nomadic intrigue;let the great gray horde slalom into placein space that spans an historical league,where earth is fruitful, but the seed disgrace:I’ve done no wrong, but we must be undone, unhinged and unlocked, gunned down… Continue reading
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I transit between the crystalline flowof the unheard fountain that rests beneaththe windowpane watch of my weary woe,and the air, transparent like a clear wreath:There is dew in the haze, and my eye dies; cries, I mean, cries out from inside my dr… Continue reading
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The scene: a bar where palm fronds leaf the wall;The time: around noon and the sun is high;The vibe: saturated colors, lights drawl;The deal: over handshakes, my insides sigh:I am a pedestrian eccentric, in a world of sun, glares and sticky palms;… Continue reading
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Possibilities are endless in life,if you keep yourself open to the flowof air and ideas and tactful strife,of water, the depths where memories go:I remember you smiling, working fast with a pen in hand and such wondrous eyes,jotting down sights th… Continue reading
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We must now repair to those currents passedby our streaming drift through the middle-coreof ourself. I am less of a pilgrimand more a man – We are peasants no more!I work for the world; we toil side-by-side; You are inside my rhythms like a beatth… Continue reading
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I woke up this morning fully awake,I think, with a full arsenal of thoughts,ready to do those tasks I oft forsakebecause my mind is a bundle of knots:I don’t know if this freedom will endure, freedom from the haze of the broad and deep,but in this… Continue reading
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