"Fragments in Ire", to be read out loud (if at all possible), as a single disjointed poem, or nine separate poems. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ .slight slick back and black dirt under the nails laughing at that plight that trite jealous lust for attention .something tickled then crumbles curls and fumbles against some mountain from some-where, it moves, … Continue reading Fragments in Ire
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“Sad”
Dictionary definitions can have a certain irony to them. Commonly, instead of explaining anything significant about the words they attempt to capture, definitions give us lifeless descriptors, or worse, technical synonyms.Let us look at the word: 'Sad'"feeling inadequate, unfortunate, regret or showing sorrow; unhappiness"Taking the word ‘sad’ as a self descriptor, most would agree that … Continue reading “Sad”
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.in arms the dread lifts up inside out my stomach curlsits over im over its here. for giving and enabled my spite hides in a tube crossed under channelsgood friends should offer firstgood friends should understand. clouds in hands, silent saints, something slithers passed saying very little,low and alone i want it i want it. … Continue reading #5
Radical Honesty P.2: Our Equation, Compassion and Poetry
Hark! In my first post I said Radical Honesty gives way to an acceptance that changes our concern from convincing others of our character to convincing others of their own. Moreover, accepting who and what you are allows you to meet any fate with dignity and a certain satisfaction. Ultimately, this is a questionable sentiment … Continue reading Radical Honesty P.2: Our Equation, Compassion and Poetry
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everything lies as a trap gleeful fill the belly and strike. this pond, remarkable by depth, and fearing every inch. at the tip of pin and worry those wings fight to be countedat root, nothing at all. stagnant in surface grime and trash in green in dark shade, without fence, i sink between its mirror. … Continue reading #4
Radical Honesty: So What If I Lose?
I recall as a young boy thinking how to reveal (what where at the time) questionable interest to my peers, readying my tone, logic and if need be, my lies, to explain why I had aligned myself with such disreputable desires. At root, though I was unconscious of it, I was trying to weave my … Continue reading Radical Honesty: So What If I Lose?
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. slight slick back and black dirt under the nails laughing at that plight that trite jealous lust for attention . what little eyes see will see and nothing sways that road from it's howling tender wind . checkered on in fear, what I have and haven't had . our third lake burned up last … Continue reading #3
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. given something that was never mine id give it to you . every error an image of truthhow stupid . a million cages of things that never were i buy the adz and i jerk off to them too . sharing only what we can we share just that . Heaven can't make head … Continue reading #2
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. a great big fucked stupid child with no one to love itcruel and senseless its tortured and killeddumb dumb dumb dumb dumbi never wanted one but i love how it looks and sings and laughs . i want you so deep in the body murk black sagging restless pains and dirt . complicated it … Continue reading #1
The Essential: Building A Home For A Fire God
Like Thoreau, anyone who is philosophically or religiously motivated wishes to craft a home in some isolated wood, looking for the "...essential facts of life, [to] see if [they can] not learn what it had to teach, and not, when [they come] to die, discover that [they] had not lived." (1) Unlike Thoreau, it is … Continue reading The Essential: Building A Home For A Fire God
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