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23 Aug 2012
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a world goes round


gravitational forces
make the world go round
geometrically perfect
and mathematically sound
innocently conceived
of violent explosions

woe are the children
born into a whirlwind
of poverty and starvation
whose land neither spins
nor revolves with beauty
or compassion or truth

sad is the soldier
dying in a battlefield
dark clouds circling above
the beauty of the world
just a passing idea
taught in a classroom

man and his machines
compete for dominance
racing across the skies
and testing mother nature
with all the tangible wealth
this blue jewel can muster



august two thousand twelve
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Posted in Nature, Poetry and tagged , , , , , , , , , ,
22 Aug 2012
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go on


satan sat poised and silent
listening to the dead man’s plea
nodding like a disinterested psychiatrist
who magnanimously extended the session
so the injured soul could recount
all the right reasons
for distrusting the existence
of life after death





august two thousand twelve
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Posted in Micropoetry, Poetry and tagged , , , ,
19 Aug 2012
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remedy


in a desperate attempt
to regain my focus
i found myself
walking the streets
of the city
for days on end
buying random thoughts
from ordinary people
in hopes of curing
the quiet desperation
of an idle mind





august two thousand twelve
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Posted in In the City, Micropoetry, Poetry and tagged , , ,
17 Aug 2012
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virtual leave of absence


I sign in with a password
as old as the hills
one any junkie hack
should crack
without much effort

keep thinking I’ve seen it all
until some new shit
keeps popping up
every few seconds
proving I’m wrong

trying to keep cool
today I told someone
to multi-task
when I know damn well
that is so yesterday

my virtual file cabinet burned
with the last solar flare
to hit the network
disabling my efforts
to save the company

without any time to lose
I found myself
vacationing on the moon
with my new best friends
who have no names



august two thousand twelve
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15 Aug 2012
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Chrysalis


I had lost strength
after traveling so far
past the Nile Basin
and into the unknown

A sip from an ancient flower
tasted like perfection
numbing my legs
and sending my mind
into the night sky
where I was greeted
with weightlessness and peace

Throughout the night
I envisioned weaving
up the tallest tree
whose succulent branches
encouraged me to reach the top

Amble in my sleep
I pitched a tent
and watched the world fly by

I awakened to a dazzling
white sky with rainbow clouds
and golden snowcaps
my newfound perspective
exactly like the dream

For centuries I flew across
idle fields with virgin springs
until finally tiring a second time





august two thousand twelve
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11 Aug 2012

awakening


flatfooted on the edge
of a supersized
new york city highrise
i calmly stand tall
like an olympian diver
slowly rising to her toes
before falling into twisted
recollections of fetal positions
and outstretched arms
a trail of shuttering thumbnails
racing faster and faster
until forever buried
below the water’s wake



august two thousand twelve
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06 Aug 2012

Reckoning


The fear in your face
scared me half to death.
In just a matter of seconds
your eyes told me a story
I never want to hear again.

Why you drifted into the desert
that starless night
only you’ll understand.
I just prayed to god
your pistols were loaded.



august two thousand twelve
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05 Aug 2012
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my dear friend beer


i am never alone
as long as beer
is nearby
whether she be
in the refrigerator
or at the corner store

after a long day at work
i try to recall
the night before
wonder if any beer
is left before i stop
to buy some more

at happy hour
my friends say
final final final
as we clank
our frosty mugs
to toast another round

when life is less bright
i cry in my beer
and swallow my tears
but when life is grand
i raise my hand
to give praise with a beer

some say heaven
there is no beer
but i say
to hell with that
please bury me
with six pack in hand



august two thousand twelve
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04 Aug 2012
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When I Grow Up


Born to a clan of precision
stone cutters we hunt
for the larger population
roaming mesas and plateaus
and mountainsides
armed with clovis tip spears
knives and knowledge
our larger than life trophies
transformed into meat and clothing
jewelry and armor and weapons
and terrifyingly heroic tales
of gigantic proportions
leaving the little ones
amazed and inspired to dream
big all winter long



august two thousand twelve
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27 Jul 2012

fooled again


drums bang slowly into the night
keeping time with toy soldiers
marching through the streets
enforcing a curfew imposed
by the new boss promising
freedoms this world has yet to know




july two thousand twelve
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27 Jul 2012

Cries in the Dark


Now that the house is empty
I easily awaken from cries
in the dark, sneaking in
through the bedroom window
on a cool, autumn morning.

I roll out of bed at four a.m.
and rush to the window
like a child on Christmas Eve;
eyes focused on the house
across the street, a lone light
leaking through the drawn shade.

Once the child has grown quiet
from his mother’s magical touch,
I crawl back to bed, wondering
where my own children might be
and if they ever think of me
when hearing cries in the dark.


july two thousand twelve
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25 Jul 2012

field of dreams


aggression builds from the stress
of surviving day by day
protecting what space is mine
and jousting with antennae helmeted
ne’er-do-wells who want to steal my girl

numb to the idea my days are numbered
i chirp lullabies out in the open field
promising hundreds of offspring
a seat by the fire before the first frost


july two thousand twelve
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22 Jul 2012
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Crimson and Me


I rode my new bike called Crimson
down the Southern route
of the Urban Trail.
I soon met a squad car inching toward me;
two of its wheels on the path
and two on the grass.

The officer flinched his finger and thumb
directly at me with a smile.
I just stared at him in passing,
confused like a dog
sorting out a strange animal
for the first time.

As I carried on I pondered
changing into my red cape
and saving the day
by single-handedly
apprehending the villain
who lurked somewhere in the brush.



july two thousand twelve
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21 Jul 2012

toy soldier


how old can you be before understanding
who you are? is there an hour if missed
makes it undefined? or does the inner self
turn back time and take you to a place
where you just started to breathe?

what event is truly more life-changing
than whatever happens today?
and what happens if someone today
stands in your way?
do you just mow them down?



may two thousand seven
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19 Jul 2012

dig


this underground railroad
runs hundreds of miles
beneath streets
built upon streets
five or six deep

it spirals deeper
into the earth
like a long and winding
corkscrew

when the excavators
reached the end
of the track
they became trapped
into a civilization
that has no end


july two thousand twelve
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17 Jul 2012
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Christopher’s Lullaby


Your eyes are like oceans
So wide and so deep
They’ve been through the calm
And the storm
They’re ready for sleep

Oh baby sweet baby
Hush and hide your eyes
Seek all your treasures
Be surprised what you find

Your boat is floating
Your sails all tucked in
You’re near the shore
Near the port
Soon you’ll be dreamin’

Oh baby sweet baby
Hush and hide your eyes
Seek all your treasures
Be surprised what you find

Your eyes don’t pretend
Their blue’s nearly gone
They’ve endured enough
For one day
They’ll be docked until dawn

Oh baby sweet baby
Hush and hide your eyes
Seek all your treasures
Be surprised what you find

Your journey has ended
You’re tired and beat
You’re in my arms
In my heart
Your day is complete

Oh baby sweet baby
Hush and hide your eyes
Never be alone in this world
Please always be mine


nineteen ninety-one
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