place the moment
within a myriad
of sectors–
one,
the current,
and another,
rhetorical future/in a past sense.
Category: Poems
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place the moment
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Though you may be beside her, your
Though you may be beside her, your
hands upon her, your parts–dashed–
inside her, I remain in thoughts, as
though a cherub, scrunched, placed
to be as watchful eye of scrutiny, and
while you hold hand, remember, see,
I will be within her far longer than thee.
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The gentle-man, beside his car, more in front than rear/more
The gentle-man, beside his car,
more in front than rear/more
to the engine/motor than to
the doors, but, he was painting,
a much-stroked blue, beneath
the sun, and, though he knew
, from mind, ten ways ’bout which
to onward-go, he paused, in
reflection, brought to cause of
calendar’s wake, a memory/a
fantasy of finger, lifted, raised,
pointed at from drape of He,
and, in this white-covered-brown
tunic, He began to, through canvas
, lift from page, from thinnest
material to a tower, slabbed,
drenched in day’s workings and
the material, the hands of blue-
worker, David, a well-spoken
, gentle-man, whose times
were before him from his
‘versaries, 3 or 4 prior-made,
being worked on from mind’s
softest point, a sharpening
let be blunt to they who may
see but colors without the depth
, the plurals of a wading scene.
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Non-violence leads to the highest ethics, which is the goal of all evolution.
Non-violence leads to the highest ethics, which is the goal of all evolution. Until we stop harming all other living beings, we are still savages.
~ Thomas A. EdisonPasted from http://muttscomics.com/index.asp
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i never say what i feel. that is best, as,
i never say what i feel. that is best, as, often, i feel a multitude of ways, and no one cares to know each, individually.
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just go. go about your day,
just go. go about your day, your life, your world. go. do not stay in any thought of feelings for long, as they have a nasty way of latching on and not leaving when having overstayed their welcome.
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pixels, drowned-orange/shadowed-bright, stab
pixels, drowned-orange/shadowed-bright, stab through
bars/through slick-sloped crests of curvatures
, these mappings ‘cross their points, broad
to be but surveyors’ tools, haphazardous throughmost, simplest rules
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pixels, drowned-orange
pixels, drowned-orange white, stab through line’d slantings of the blinds, stars let drip in spark’ling majesties
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through thick-lined, light/shadowed wall cut thin,
through thick-lined, white/shadowed wall cut thin, constellations pierce, breaking bold-dark/orange to mimic dome, though room and droppers, fall’n, know more than eye can meet through generalities and gaze.
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longing is best
longing is best described
as true swaying of the heart
in want/in hope/in sight
of a returning rock for/to fill
the space swung in.