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King of fools
True true the poet says.False false I bend my bread.Up the wall out the hedges.On the peak and over the edges.Nonsense chased me up and down.Seeking me to place its crown.Upon my brow and dub me king.Lord of fools has its ring.Did I run? flee or shout?No! I simply sat about.Sluggard, fool, and wicked too,But…
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Jabberings
Rhythm, rhyme, reason.Life is music, a dance, a song.Division, a single point, into three.Emphasis, weight, meaning.Words too heavy to be spoken as one.
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Music
Tempo in flight, winging its way, over mountains, through valleys, across skys.On the wings of a violin I fly. Hummingbird quick. Soaring with the trumpets.My wings cannot carry, the destination is too far, the air too thin, the sun too bright.The orchestra is but a fragment of a key to the gates of heaven.The smallest…
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Sinking into melodramatic descriptions of life.
I was tempted to title this, sinking into despair. but fortunately my cynical self asserted dominance over that sensitive side which wishes to express the intolerable grievances of living life. Yet these are the every day things, sorrows and woes not uncommon to mankind the vast majority of which do not raise their voices in…
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Idols
We do not know how closely we hold our idols till they are torn away from us. With them come skin, hair, blood. They have grown into us, or we into them. Like a tree wrapped in wire, we take them into ourselves strangling slowly over decades. How it hurts. Being saved, the cutting away…
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dim poems
The hunt Bright are the eyes that seek to consume and deep the challenge that echoes across the valley. Run my prey, for what joy is there eating where there is not chase, and chasing where there is not fight. To you I give warning, lift your heels, pick up your skirts, wheel from the…
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40k Words.
BEHOLD, Feast your eyes upon the title above. yes that is all, 40 k words, forty thousand and fourteen words to be precise. To me it is a milestone indeed. Yet that is only a half way mark to a book that is at least three fourths done. I suppose more useless rambling is required.…
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seeing red
Respect! And the lack thereof. Like a spark to tender, brightly I burn. A red flare in the heart of a black calm ocean. Sputtering, spitting, committing to action, order, and chaos. Strike now, words barbed and dripping with the poison of spite. Regret makes its face known, baleful continence demanding a culling of pride. …
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warm ups, clever.
Oh to be clever. How to exercise the mind in nimbleness of thought. Jump the mental hedges, run the steeplechase of the mind. Oh to be born clever. Wit innate, thrust, strike, repost, point! Opponents lying on the floor, pride pooling from their wounds. The witty joy of ease, thoughts coming and going suitors to…
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Forlorn hopes, a new commitment.
I have begun to practice writing. I do not say I have begun writing because that implies I know something about writing. Such as how it is done. It gives the false impression that I am perhaps moderately, passably, middling at the art of writing. Perhaps some decerning grammar fanatic has concluded that I am…
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