Category: Poetry [2015]
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Who Am I To Be Hurt In The Equation…
Who am I to be hurt in the equation of just met and possible futures? The math done after an encounter is always somewhat enchanted with at least a small dose of fantasy. : Some small part of the corner of one pocket holds that lightest glimmer of unjaded romantic inclinations and all they want…
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Bang Drums as Steps and Stones
Bang drums as steps and stones Vision yourself as brimming with abundance manifesting brilliance this fire is alive there is no compromise to be made in a world that would kill you for the smallest infraction do not allow yourself the complacency of an apathetic existence burn with the brightness of an unapologetic excellence collect…
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Once Upon A Time My Heart Was Scattered Into A Thousand Pieces.
Once upon a time my heart was scattered into a thousand pieces. Shards of glass, glimmers of fire, small hypotheticals of storms. These stolen things, away from myself and given to others, always searching for the next elation. Always searching for the next person who could and would grapple with their littlest piece as if…
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copper/sweat
copper/sweat focusing on the tangible these items and actions to be held holding precision in small task diffusion of abstractions collaboration of harmoniously converging energies solid quilt tapestry warmth temple is here building simultaneous multidimensional no just breathing at the intersection stretching at the intersection creating at the intersection One seamless smooth sacred center circling…
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masturbation as meditation
masturbation as meditation to explore the recesses of the past those myriad experiences lodged in the nooks and crannies of my body a book store of sexual exploits looking for a new owner every couple days them days of the past when love me was the phrase haunting my rib cage and fuck me was…
Our Green (Green) Life 