July 2010
June 2010
30.days.end
July will bring a new set of daily poems
i just don’t know what restraints to put on them.
new videoms soon.
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thirty:30days
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thirty
Women are modern slaves
In context with the earth’s dependence on the sun
Awoken on the wrong side of
Capitalism one riot too late
One period sentenced before it reached
Punctuality
Their eventuality realized
You sit watching, never standing up
Even partaking, oddly enough
Repeating the metaphor
Relocating your heart with a rational hand
That’s all history is
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twenty-nine:30days
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twenty-nine
He went to her through a wall of persons
Up in arms bidding for her distance
Ordained thieves with cactus pores
Sweating spines
Above arms are wrists full of shackles
She was in line, hers were jade, and he swore
She would buy into his spent time
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twenty-eight:30days
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twenty-eight
Oh how the sword swings
One attack leads to defense
Oh how the story swings
From encasing to escaping
She is deceivingly innocent
Wrongfully accosted
The rose, which beauty is weaponry
And its forgiving assault
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twenty-seven:30days
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twenty-seven
Her skin was trying free itself
Past a jade ceiling
A slave to a deceiving pattern
Where the floor is the ceiling
And the walls are just unnoticed lice
Swarming like history does
How brave the skin had to be
To sacrifice itself
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twenty-six:30days
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twenty-six
The floodlights agenda
Concerned with spatial distractions
Prodding out the irregular watchman
From their tribes deep coax
A troupe of zealous shadows
Caught and exposed for their similarity
Context is law to the captive
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twenty-five:30days
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twenty-five
Codeine induced self nino
Helplessly brown sky
You stare upward understanding
Things like cohesion, elucidation
Which way is up
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I love your stuff its really different and creative you know?
well,bye (:
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its called Creative Writing
please recommend me
or suffer poetic consequence.
the link
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twenty-four:30days
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twenty-four
The hand clamped pen champion
Handed ink inner core wrote the page
Pouring poor grammar recession message
Depression massage ending in blue periods
Odd, even now with an uneven brow you
Uneasily power play they say the louder voice
Is the choice in our day and
Aged adages are old bandages
New wound, same yous
Used.
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twenty-three:30days
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twenty-three
Shot glass ceiling
Elucidation, that group of individuals
Skewing your ascent
Drink the loaded barrel
Heaven is just on the otherside of
Your temple
You’ve spent your whole life asking
Start making statements
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twenty-two:30days
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twenty-two
A deaf woman tried to tell you
What writing was, but you weren’t feeling
The goosebumps in her voice
Her inflection was resentful considering
You’ve only ever donned poetry
Around rising ties, those perfect tongued persons
Who speak as you do
The desolate lexicon has more to say
Than to prove, but as a poet
You’re not listening to the say
But rather their politicus proof
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Hurricane's Blind Eye
I used to come so close at open mics
Making car tires from the last pennies
My wallet swore and left me from abuse
The tires were dick, cheneys
The digital clock even went on strike
With no paper and only a steering column
I tried paper thin poems to herd audi
ences, chances are just fools gold
Hence why I’m no brave new voice
So there’s no looking back to moving forward
No closing open mics don’t...
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twenty-one:30days
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twenty-one
You look to the west
Coax to coast to coat and
Back to the cover up
Beauty accosted the rose
It’s never a blessing to be blessed
Yet you watch them fade
And expand on yourself with hues
Beating yourself with Rodney’s eyelashes
When you have no idea the history
Of how hurt the beautiful are
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twenty:30days
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twenty
Blind, gnawing on your fingernails
Just to hallucinate
Lost over time like the race to the sky
And you were the canyon
The mountain overlooks your rotten eyes
You stretch the final stretch
Tooth and nail, just trying to see something new
Inside yourself
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nineteen:30days
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nineteen
She laid out in the suns plagiarism
Bareback to the woeful moon
As the plot passed her by
Busy are the dying,
Amendments are the living,
Beautiful rot, the ugly survive,
All she concerned herself with were
The blades of grass on her areola
