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
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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
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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Release date: 21 June, 2005
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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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