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August 30, 2009 at 9:00am
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Amnesia Antidote

No time to forget
But then again you never forget
Your mind always remembers
It’s the persistence of memory
Time falling upon the world
In its many forms, seeming to halt
Insight centralized by the jagged landscape
Surrounded by the
Ever-changing
Asleep it seems, but
Mind
You it feel the world, even though it cannot see
The irrelevance of time
Lounging over the geometric earth
Like a snake ascending stairs
The globe, a diamond
Time, a scratch
Etching an absent influence into the beautiful
As if you say ‘to hell with it!
I’m the master here!’
But time is mistaken
For time has no meaning today
Only stops your eyes from glowing
From the horrors of business
Deadlines
Zombie lines of traffic
It’s then you try
Try to find a reason

August 29, 2009 at 9:00am
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His Only Fear

Man fleeing
Escaping from his raging nightmare
Nightmare; Man constructing destruction
Destruction of humanity
Humanity; Man losing power
Power; gods manifest the torment
Torment, striving for a reason
Reason, to create a purpose
Purpose; worship another
Another god
God; Man creates the hostility
Hostility; summons terror among Man
Man fleeing

August 28, 2009 at 9:00am
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Shower Tiles

Shower tiles…look at them
Do they look back?
Can you see you’re reflection?
Are you the reflection?
Sounds so typical to be asked of something reflective,
But least likely to be asked of shower tiles.
But nobody ever stops
Thinks
You dance and sing in the shower
Touch
Would you if the shower tiles looked back?
Doubt it
You stick things to them, then it falls.
Are they pushing back?
Surely physics can explain,
Or biology.
Biology explains why we are in there,
Psychology explains what we do in there.
Why?
Because you are the reflection, they do push back, and they do see all,
They just can’t tell anybody.
So tell them everything,
Shower tiles are the world’s best secret keepers.

August 27, 2009 at 9:00am
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White Ninja with No Sword

The white ninja glides
Over and through the air
The wind
A breeze here
A gust there
Aeolus is the preferred mode of transportation
Despite the white
Camouflaged day or night
White makes her invisible
Even in pure darkness
As she fights on the edge of its infinite grasp
She lands at her objective
Sound does not hear her
Sight does not see her
Unveil
She stands before her enemy
A swirling black cloud of power
The atmosphere is startled by her voice
The air moves perceptibly
Taking up her prey, flowing through its body
Fading it to black
And they fly away; together
And as I watch the abyss
She slides overhead
With no sword

August 26, 2009 at 9:00am
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The Painter

The painter is patient,
Knowing perfection takes time.
She is also attentive,
Knowing inspiration is everywhere.
A graceful choice she makes with her brush;
A weapon for the new age.
The pen is mightier than the sword,
But a picture is worth a thousand words,
Thus she wields the power,
Of a thousand armies.
Slashes at society,
On the battlefield of perception.
Rips apart of the fabric of thought.
Destroying your philosophy,
Shouting without sound.
As the dust settles she stands tall,
Skirted by her foes; fallen.
She triumphs as she begins the new age,
And the fallen are now the followers.

August 25, 2009 at 9:00am
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Murdered for Love

Silence…
Tranquility…
Murdered by the beast.
Thunder rolls in its wake,
As lightning reveals a path.

You never see him coming,
Only know when he’s past.
As darkness fills your eyes,
And immobility strikes your heart,
You realize your fate.

She stands waiting,
Patient; stricken with pain.
She knows it must be.
The fate of everything depends on her,
And she cries.

His eyes come into vision,
Like matches, freshly lit.
His bow still and arrow poised,
He draws for the final act;
And he cries.

The arrow flies
Time stands still
No tears, no heartbeat,
No thunder, no lightning,
Only truth.

The arrow flies true,
And tempo resumes.
Darkness fills her eyes,
And immobility strikes her heart,
And she accepts her fate.

Now but a man,
The beast returns from whence it came
Eyes extinguished, heart broken
No thunder or lightning, only victory for all,
Murdered for love.

August 24, 2009 at 9:00am
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The Selfish Spider

Out from the shadows, unknown
Towards the light feet patter
A valiant mission awaits
To feed the family
But only a ruse results
Mighty legs climb over foes
To reach visibility
Take the prize for its own
Rising to the surface
But eventually the inevitable
A smear remains
While memory fades
And while the sons and daughters weep
The children rejoice
Because nobody likes a selfish spider

July 12, 2009 at 10:30pm
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An Ode to Dr. Manhattan

Look at it swing
From side to side
Between his big blue manly thighs

His junk is big
And glows bright blue
And he’ll fuck me
And fuck you too

This is my rhyme
A poet I am
But he’s got a big blue cock
Damn

January 6, 2008 at 1:26am
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Speed of Life

Continuously changing
The speed of life
Never the same
And rarely ideal
It brings the pain fast
And drags it on
But it brings the love slow
Make you wait for its arrival
And sometimes lets you savor its stay
What a bitch of a tease
The speed of life

November 11, 2007 at 9:11pm
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When Tears Stand Still

Catch me now
I think I’m falling
My tears stand still
As they fall with me

This feeling felt before
But falling much faster now
Never had the time to watch
My tears as they froze in time

Falling to a familiar place
But which one will it be
The horrible darkness
Or a new high

I know I fall alone
As I fall in silence
But whether I fall alone forever
Takes forever to learn

I do not know
Which way I fall
I must wait, and wait, and wait
For the end to come

Only then will I see
Have I hit bottom
Or reached a peak
It will be clear

When tears stand still
You wish they moved
But my tears stand still
Oh please let them move