Wednesday, March 25, 2009

Obliquity


light in the sundry of dark
culminating the wishes of society
obliquity of cancer in the mouth of minstrels
rising from the water of a book

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Saturday, March 21, 2009

Dominoes


Formulations of blame 
the dime has dropped
the man has spit 
blood from the stomach
crunching status like dominoes

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Friday, March 20, 2009

Shards


Death like the beautiful abyss that is love. When I kiss your hand and you smile. Simple tricks turn into magic. Returning shards to G'D. The ocean swallowing the black charcoal left behind. Love that is nothing but the waking of a dream.

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The Kiss


My love for you is like a forest 
let me take you for a walk
close your eyes for one second
breathe in the smells 
come and feel the tree and taste the bark
notice the stream of light leading to your desires
lay down and feel the energy flow
now close your eyes as I kiss your lips

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Thursday, March 19, 2009

Hod


inner anger pouring out at the word patience
divine rights blundered by globs of fat 
pleasured by the comfort of the nocturnal state
inner peace off balance set aside by greed
hasty decisions easiest keeping the body weighed down
unable to float up like in a dream or rise above beauty

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Wednesday, March 18, 2009

Idiosyncratic Behavior


seemingly innocent smiles
blinking peculiar signals
monitoring age 
idiosyncratic behaviors
conducting momentum 
emanating symphonies 

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Tuesday, March 17, 2009

The Snake


sipping the poison 
off the tingling tongue
the heavy weight lifted
the vivid colors tasted 
moaning intrinsic state
the snake in reposed
moulting human skins

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Sunday, March 15, 2009

Alive


The tree whispers brrr
One hair on the root awoke
How comfy the moss feels
Alive and wet

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Saturday, March 14, 2009

The Box


corners of the box worn thin
ethnicity and culture categorized
the middle of the box neutral
waiting for the flaps to be open

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Wednesday, March 11, 2009

Sync


winding down the cold body shivers
skin itches from separation
alive in the bright florescent light
in sync with the body that was left 
and the time that was added 
to the tiniest tick of the mothers clock

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