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Sunday, February 10th, 2008
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I've stood three hours waiting for a train that I knew wouldn't come. And waited patiently sipping on a coffee thats about a week old. Wrapped in a holey sweatshirt in the midst of my winters here in Fresno. And my toes were cold.
I heard the train approach to find my mind gets off on tricks. A joker one could concur. I joke and laugh with occasionally to hear my interests being mocked. I laugh and joke with occasionally.
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Saturday, November 17th, 2007
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-take a step towards me-
take a step towards me just to reassure my thoughts
i'll stand behind this line and mark you if you cross it
conjoined our hands with mine in front as we switch our sides completely
who is to tell which one of us will take the initiative fall?
who at all?
our hands have grown so familiar
you've asked for mine in front
no one knows but you.
I'm not sure if this is good.
but it is real.
does that make sense
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Wednesday, July 25th, 2007
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Never have I been able to write the way I should
a mental block has stopped my hands
from creating something beautiful
maybe something merciless, even something moderate
never have I started to write
and never before erased.
I spaced my thoughts between the lines
to make an atlas blank
I found the blueprint to making life
without the consent of courtship
in short ive learned a second side
a secondary spore of eyes
to this I owe this poetry
instead of making one can read
I’ve found I’ll write for only me
and none to please the masses
Never before have I written
Words to which I loved to keep
repeating to myself in sleep
over and over and over
Over and under my hands have crept
across this useless paper
while using a pen for my excuse
to keep on writing nothing.
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~boysenberry~
a cause for curiosity.
to ask a question.
to answer your door.
to speak without spoken to.
clearly are taboo.
narrowed halls with thick framed photos
and filth to line the way.
a carpet the steps when i step
clinging to my feet like jelly.
boysenberry.
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~among ghosts~
among ghosts, i have the best figure.
no longer am i subtley opaque.
i am solid in mass but clearly a waste.
disposable upon command.
and to ask a peasants fortune:
a feast of unwanted scraps
is underheard of.
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~with a frieght train simplicity~
distant, like a freight train accident
spitting harsh words with harsh lungs
none of which are heard.
and from afar you can hear the engines spewing.
rust and iron bent and mended together.
closer, and more brilliant
it shines like a broadway light.
carrying a tune in my throat
humming with tongue in cheek
i can hear it.
like a geometric equivilancy
narrowed down to decimals
i can hear it
with a master key simplicity
shining brighter.
i really need to take my stuff from here.
i've forgotten most of it.
i feel like i'm forgetting myself.
i'll learn again. :D
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Monday, December 25th, 2006
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.Why do you burden me, My lord?"
"why do you burden me, my lord"
this man began his venting
"i'm only human anymore,
i ache from limb to every sore"
the accused sky was empty
and much too bright to be adorned
"am i your spiteful creation?
placed and battered before your eyes
in which i seek redemption?"
opposing angles shined sheets of sky
all was quiet within the earth and i
and for that second lingered i
all was quiet, all was shy
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~Question Still, Mirage~
smoke... rising from the ashes of the burning
fire... fueling the magic faster till its
black...hearted and majestic
so open your mouth,
and let the fog spill from your lungs.
this was once a story.
invariable, untouchable, my ghost.
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Tuesday, October 11th, 2005
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| Subject: | T.G.R |
| Time: | 11:09 pm. |
| Mood: |  creative. | | Music: | Fear Before// Should Have Stayed in the Shallow. |
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~T.G.R~
Kiss the speeding train goodnight.
Sweet light we dance upon the stars.
Escape in chorus and symphony.
In chords in hymn at murder scenes.
Kiss the speeding train goodnight sweety.
Its better off this way.
Its better off you stay.
Staring at the locomotive.
With my tongue stretched on the track.
Escape, escape, escape with me
In love in lies at murder scenes.
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Tuesday, November 16th, 2004
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Thursday, August 5th, 2004
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