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Sunday, April 20, 2008


"IT's an AINCENT ILLUSION" as i walk on by " Bless Ya KiddO", whispered agile to me.

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No reason found for solitude,

Seasons have no need for it, and


a.m. freely moving be

yonder mind dance in

nite of chance, on other arrives to

greet you, leaving, dissapppear

winded face, eyes saying ever i will


returned soon


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Saturday, April 19, 2008


Every round this planet, the living one, a patterned sun,..shooting star/ earth provide , you have, i pray , you have for me, mother of existence, bountiful father, eternal being championed by light, kept in darkness, I am in love with merely the sweet knowing of your girth. i bow to you, my home, my only reason for writing this, and all the shit the mind implores. to some maze like hell with science, my life is in your hands, is you.

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Wednesday, April 16, 2008


my i will ness is going aboot gone.

I AM not starving in the body;

I AM reveling in the joy of freedom of money;

I AM laughing in the reflection of you,


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Tuesday, March 11, 2008

trying to remember..

rehab @ the ... ?

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Thursday, March 06, 2008

Mothers’ tears
Current mood: stuffed up
Category: stuffed up Writing and Poetry

mothers' tears holding down panama, mothers' tears taking me vacant, cropped inwardly, distraught of myself. mothers' tears, even in the u s a , finding an outlet in too many colonial sewer drains, suprising, offset, a blast, an acute afront to the system, an angle even in my homeland, which is not mine but a world made up by beggars all turned into dog-eyed males, sorry, tearless. Where has my generation landed, idly, holding an air of false integrity, for us, we, be nothing but a cruel degeneration to aliens, as outsiders among the self .. staring fast at point yet never getting it! my mothers my fathers my brother my daughters, where have our true WOEmen gone,.. what of the shuvel without a stem??? What of the song without the moan.. what of the sun without a cloud covered sky?? OH, yeay, this day is here quite near to me, when all yet a knife & dark corned streets remain... how must our youth take arms? where does the wild meadow grow?!

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Tuesday, March 04, 2008


Kiwi. i'm here for your photos. so i hope you add me.


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