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A History of Violence
As you shake your head, He jumps across a stretcher In a bombed out home, Violence, Violence, Everything is violence Cries the teacher. Armies come and go and wander in between Finding cities to sack Women to rape Children to enslave Blood to spill again and again When does it end you ask? He laughs,…
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I Hate School
I know, I should get in line. I just went to parent teacher conferences. No relation to the child discussed, just along for the ride due to a wide open schedule. And I heard a lot of things about a few kids. “Has done well, just needs to participate more,” “you have nothing to worry…
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Thought of the Day 10/29/09
[ Don’t lie to yourself ~ Reduce or eliminate excuses ]
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Thought of the Day 10/28/09
Preparedness is the key to VICTORY…The more you SWEAT in Peace, the less you Bleed in WAR.
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Indiscretion
I. The sun still counts minutes With shadows grazing the bridge of your nose Your irises rest in the shade of two o’clock A lone bird demands attention at the tip of a solar flare. Ringlets tousle in a head pivot Suddenly it is six The white ring on your itching wrist darkens There is…
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The Lazarus Phenomenon
One shave and you’re Back in the world, Two blades rub Against your face In a metallic imitation Of the kiss you miss, Luckily it’s all electric, Your hand trembles too much To hold a naked razor Against your jugular. Now you’re the gardener again, Taking care of yourself, She would be proud, only If…
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Soupcon
along the lines the grace notes come on in light rain shimmering window too ragged the beat repeats strong amongst chords held in falling versions finding home in fragments assembled into song
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Thought of the Day 10/24/09
Self-Disciplined begins with the MASTERY of UR thoughts. If U don’t control what U THINK, U can’t control what you DO
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Non Prescription Color Contact Lenses, or Beautiful Eyes for Everyone
Tonight, after supper, the dome of the sky will open in sections Watch the photons swarm the entryways the exitways All the unborn infants have shopping lists There’s an inflammation of naked mole rats in the turnstile A man at a booth on the sidewalk wants to sell a pair of scissors to snip at…
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I love handfuls
anything with a shape breaks, my empty shelter collapses, my inefficient transport, its gliterry paint chips. From underneath my chin I look indifferently upon the crumbling angles of yourself appall at that indifference–detectable only with a mirror. In and out of geometries we inhabit, we traverse our luster smears, but the kindle and hum is…