Sunday, February 28, 2010

ARBEIT MACHT FREI

I worked on DJ Puppyflex all day.  It was awesome.
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ARBEIT MACHT FREI

Fear nips
In swarming effect
And I am left
Chastised
By expectations
I'm convinced
I used to meet.
My belief belies my cycle.
One by one
Aligning dominos
Unstoppable.
Final ivory stand
Against brother and sister
Grasps at sheer faces
Balance lost
All is lost
Death and awakening
Aware
Of inconvenient illusion
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Plop

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GOO

Crafting thick, tasteless syrup.
Essentiality is the reason.
What will keep the car in "running" order?
How much is too much?
How much is too little?
Fat bellies do not wait,
They have no reason to feel
Anything.
What inconvenience.
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Saturday, February 27, 2010

White.

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JUST WORDS

I misunderstood
Those words.
Degrees from heartbreak
Causal effects of unconscious extrapolation.
Mt. Crumpit will not be forgiving
This time.
Inner Cindy scandalized
By accidental lies and treachery.
They share betrayal regardless.
Hoping isn't good enough.
Don't take me for a fool
I know of dark power.
Old blood hasn't made these choices,
But war machines will come.
Siege.
I kept it secret,
Thats all I remember hearing.
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Friday, February 26, 2010

Quiet

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LISTEN AND MOVE

Content to listen
To silence
Fall all around.
Backward thoughts
Muffle and double muffle
My head.
Awestruck by physics.
What is coincidence?
Nothing?
Everything?
Plug and chug,
Till a constant is found.
Suddenly, patterns
Pre-existent now processed
Become fact
Only after perception.
Love is a function
Of environs?
If I am alone,
I am nothing?
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Wednesday, February 24, 2010

Backwards Day.

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SOON

Much more than you know
The circles are widening.
Every step
Is an additive.
To an ever increasing circumference,
Proposed to circumvent
Acknowledgment.
Waffle tread worn
And wasted
On false starts and pacing;
A race in it's own right.
Blocks await,
Angled foot holds
Pointing forward.
Obsession over weight
Reasons to stall.
The wait begins and rain falls
Tempest becomes sister
One's only family
As bastion of freedom
Claiming sanctuary
And giving needed rest
To the weary.
Broken back and turned feet
Researched by solved science.
Start to end.
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Tuesday, February 23, 2010

Small hands, smell like cabbage.

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BARKER

Come one, come all!
Enter the gallery
Of the given
Up.
Future easily predicted.
How simple it is to know.
Will it drive you mad?
Take it into your hands.
Take your life in spite?
Who knows!
Spin the wheel of homogeny.
Only you can decide what you will know.
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Monday, February 22, 2010

Why does grandpa always look angry?

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UNLIKELY SOURCE

The long arm of the law,
The law of self
Deprecation.
Far reaching
And strong.
I have run from dreams
And love
Many times
In fear of wandering
Like the sour faced overseer.
Blue hearted
Whose presence stopped even the wind.
Speechless hate
An aura of drainage.
What is a worthy cause old man?
A life well lived
Seems a fable
To these sore eyes;
Smoked and burning
From a camp never broken.
I still must learn
From you.
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