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August 14, 2010

David Died

Last night he struggled for his last breathFlailing his arms his paws pushed against my chest grabbing for me with his last bit of strengthDisbelief in his eyes – And then they were devoid emptycalling out to the doctor "He's passed already"She looked at his lean slim body"No," she said, "his rib cage is still moving,"
and took out her stethoscopeShe shook her head, "You're right," she's said. "He's gone."Questions along with accusations swim in my headWhy didn't I recognize his symptomsWhy...
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Published on August 14, 2010 09:37

August 12, 2010

Rotations of Quotations

The urge to merge, that surge of exploratory
circumference leading from that universal inner desire
Splurge on love with furious abandon and concentration
so powerful it feels like rage always on the verge of the next glorious conception,
A reception of unrivaled perception like a climax
And get this no hidden taxes, no more sales taxes, inheritance taxes, gift and land taxes even stamp taxes every way I turn I spurn the next tax crack the ax on it estate tax poll tax license tax Cover the track...
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Published on August 12, 2010 22:12

July 31, 2010

Going Postal Emotional on Peaches

I don't love you no more no more and I don't want to be cheated any more
There you go right out the door only to come back begging for more
I'm truly wounded to the core sore and bloody so much gore
Fighting the good fight
Rhyming in time for round number four hundred forty four
Did you know Pakistanis sell the best fruits downtown on street corners all around
Downtown furry peaches with skins have dark strains of orange and red
3 for a dollar choose 3 for me please Mr. fruit man
Even street selle...
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Published on July 31, 2010 15:02

July 27, 2010

EX WIFE TRIBULATIONS

What's all this discussion about an introspection she's having
We have our analyzations but
We can only imagine her situation
What's her objection to the time and place
of her previous selection
what's your impression about her disposition
to a new meeting place each week
Dragging your son around to new destinations
This week it's Chinatown. What's the occasion?
Some unknown purpose a distraction a new fixation on the Asian population
Every week it's a new transmigration
A communication problem a c...
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Published on July 27, 2010 12:48

July 24, 2010

I'm Not The Me I Used To Be


I'm not the me you knowI'm not the me I'm gonna beTomorrow or the next dayHow the hell would I knowWho I'm gonna be tomorrowOr the day after thatDon't judge me by what you see when you look at meYou don't see the real me – you see the me you think you see the me you thought you saw yesterday when we met for dinner you only think you're who you wanna be today but come tomorrow you dunno either who you'll the day after nextWe all used to be somebody and now we're somebody elseFaced with...
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Published on July 24, 2010 21:38

July 20, 2010

Attached - who me?

I've often spoken about attachments on this blog and how our attachments affect us because with attachments come inevitable loss. Kind of the way of life, including birth and death. This is a difficult process for everyone. I'd be the last to preach about attachments. I've also spoken in my poetry about how people places and things only have power and meaning by what we attribute to them.
This is a story about a book, The Gospel Of Buddha by Paul Carus - copyrighted in 1894, that strangely cam...
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Published on July 20, 2010 11:08

July 17, 2010

TUPELO HONEY

JoAnne is one tough broad,
Italian Irish descent
from the Northeast Bronx
Through sacrifice and dedication
JoAnne is now a nurse at
Presbyterian Medical Center

This is her story
bout a methadone baby
born addicted
on JoAnne's ward
This boy had tupelo
honey colored skin,
and hazel brown,
almond eyes
Birth mama's blond and curly haired
A blue eyed Nuyorican
Daddy is a dark skinned African

Mama named the baby Shonequon
The nurses called him "Sweet"
Sweet's a boarder baby who
lived on the ward
for ...
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Published on July 17, 2010 08:13

July 11, 2010

Friends awarding me too

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And I would like to pass the awards on to the list of THIRTEEN random awesome poets below, who can choose either or both awards. Some of these multi-talented bloggers also publish other creative fare –  so get all their goodness at their one-stop shopping locales!
The following recipients may fling these awards with joy to the moon, or wherever!
1.  Joaquin
2. Joy Leftow
3. Paige
4. Talon
5. Snaggletooth
6. Davina
7. Ana Goncalves
8. Glenn
9. Fireblossom
10. Sara Healy
11. Mama Zen
12. Thomma...
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Published on July 11, 2010 09:01

Friends awarding me to

the-most-creative-poet-award35-blogger-buddy-award
And I would like to pass the awards on to the list of THIRTEEN random awesome poets below, who can choose either or both awards. Some of these multi-talented bloggers also publish other creative fare –  so get all their goodness at their one-stop shopping locales!
The following recipients may fling these awards with joy to the moon, or wherever!
1.  Joaquin
2. Joy Leftow
3. Paige
4. Talon
5. Snaggletooth
6. Davina
7. Ana Goncalves
8. Glenn
9. Fireblossom
10. Sara Healy
11. Mama Zen
12. Thomma...
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Published on July 11, 2010 09:01