December 2010
93 posts
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one toke over the line
Oh time, I missed you. Six minutes left in your presence. The waves keep hitting the back of your head. The waves keep hitting the back of your bed. Pulsating floorboard. Hovering intention. Seeking answers in lace, under the covers, with no real emotion. Letting the time slide. Just as the waves tide over. Tides wave over. Time escapes with your poems in hand, throws them into the sea.
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scheme
oh look a tree (A)
a bird on it (B)
two birds now (A)
they look pretty (B)
oh look the sun (A)
behind a cloud (B)
it hides (A)
how lovely (B)
oh look the girl (A)
she runs away (B)
from the rapist (A)
a poem (B)
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hard night's day
Classifying an art form through color coding or alphabetized cataloging. Such a drag. Much more simple to smoke a late night, while on the run from black cars. Cooperating is not an option today. It never was an option to begin with. What’s the worst that can happen? You ask, for lack of answers. Well, they’ll let you live, but no fuel will ever ignite you after they are done stripping...
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don't look
Each day
gets a tiny bit
darker
around the edges,
the monsters
appear
during the
late afternoon,
they don’t
even wait
until
the sun sets.
Causation?
Temperature drops.
Is it them?
Or the reason for them?
Each night
the noises
are
louder,
much more
vicious,
hungry.
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nevermind
I’ll be in bed, just
feed me while i sleep.
It will save some time
and waking up
might be
nice.
oh wait,
no.
i’ll choke and die.
oh wait,
nevermind.
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not yet 21
come back to me
come baaack to me
i take that back
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Oh James
The saint, the river, -son- the whiskey, the reckless agent, the king, the bay, the boy in a peach.
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de repente
Nos sentamos en las rosas.
Entre bocados de caramelo
y sorbos de leche.
Sentados inmovibles,
como estatuas griegas
de repente parpadeantes.
Nos hablaban
las hormigas,
conmutaban con nuestros
ombligos.
Obligando al frio
a disolverse
entre tanta
confusion.
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la plazita
Buscando arte en la pasion,
de las letras al mercado.
Frutas amargas bajo el sol
y una Medalla fria,
entre la multitud
que busca
una sombra.
Entre los viejos
y sus recuerdos,
sus melancolias.
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dos tonos
mirando arriba
al cielo,
al pulpo invisible,
solamente estrellas
entre el vacio
del mar.
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suena algo asi
Cambiando la constante monotonia
de la palabra escrita.
Hoy la grito.
Quisiera ser
espejismo
de la noche,
estrellada
en los arcos
de tus ojos.
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sort of aerosolized
sort of
robotic
too slow
to function
(no heart)
useless
efficiency
metallic,
ironic
clearly
robotic
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Something something
Once in ten decades;
we lose our hearts,
enthrall our sense
of feeling empty.
Once in ten decades;
a dragon soars,
a gallant cloud perhaps
but real as our own blood.
Once in ten decades;
we have a chance,
to escape the organic
bits and possess our minds.
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man brought excess
soft organs
burrowed into
by dreadful
thoughts
engulfing
the overall
sense of
composure
that once
was the only
thing
we sought
now it just
wears the skin
like an itchy
rug
consciousness
dear, leave me
and never
come back.
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tongue through thoughts
We fail at publishing
our feelings.
Not that it means
anything,
but we fail at meaning.
We don’t mean the words
or the misery
for lack of actual feeling.
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face the truth
As the impulse flies among the forced breaths of air
for lack of any other substance to maintain
my feeling of sensibility;
to the wind messing the vibe,
the rays of light falling so perfectly
onto the water deprived plants
that sort of serenely accept
the shadows they were cast.
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tase me brother
hit me please
with a shocking electric
smile
plastered high
under the setting sun.
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why oh why
The thought of being angry forever
is lovely
as sugar plum fairies.
Though nothing compares
to the fever of contempt,
your kisses may battle against.
Those fiery demons
that scorch my belly
could dissipate.
Considering the thought
of smothered lips
at war with splayed emotion.
However petty it seems
kisses are by far
enough to be content.
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Oh so Baroque
Did I ever tell you my intention fails to have any substance?
The moment past tense when no one was ever so grateful
for Scarlatti or Purcell, but they remembered Bach.
Close enough?
Can it be that we lay them all to rest on behalf of craftiness.
Capitalized on woe and sordid expression of sound.
I never ever said I liked baroque,
but it falls onto deaf ears, the silky smooth violin...
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firefight
the record skips the most important part
how to be
how to how to be
we have to go back to the start
to notice the change in pace
slow
and
steady
slow
and
the record skips after the best part
in that song you heard once
you wish you knew exactly what
it was about
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the medium is art
In a crowd
a poet opens his mouth,
the words tumble out.
How very uninspiring
to listen to
the poetry.
What is meant to be
poetic?
Perhaps it is much
more, the poet as he
blurts out.
The poet as he speaks
of humanity, rendering
aesthetic prowess.
Merely the act
of creation while
wording creation.
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Foo Fighters
Keeping me awake tonight.
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“We’re all going to die, all of us, what a circus! That alone should make us love...”
– Charles Bukowski (via michellemacnamara)
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ending on a high note
hard to breathe
-this is love-
pink
flotsam
suspended
in the middle
of all
the oxygen
making it difficult
to even see,
lungs expanding
and a little
pink in the blood.
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a poem
Deep;
ocean like a mysterious foot.
Night falling slowly
in creeping silence.
Silence that makes
the last rays of light
linger in place
over the gray buildings,
on top of their
bald heads
that feel relief
at the sudden
withdrawal of heat.
Realization of day.
It emptied all it had
on our skin
and takes away
the life it gave.
Which is
not so,
deep.
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not conscious
eventually
waking up
becomes
a hassle,
the mind is fogged up
and the only thing
driving you forward
is the hardwired bit
of your brain
that doesn’t
even
ask
“why”
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Capricorn revelation
it was poison.
did you expect
anything else?
To wake up feeling
rested
like a morning glory
bathed in sun?
Triumphant as you
may have felt
after
the last few
drops
hit the back of
your throat
it was
an
obvious
thought,
that life
without
poison
is not cheap,
not a price you
want to
pay.
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“You are not special. You are not a beautiful or unique snowflake. You are the...”
– Chuck Palahniuk
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erudite emptiness
suddenly my heart rate elevated by a sharp pain that ran up my right thigh. i felt it go all the way to my heart, quick as lightning, but stop right before it went too far. am i safe now? the cold air keeps finding its way through my bedsheets and reassuring me, “no, nothing was ever safe”. the ceiling stares back as lay in bed, movement becomes difficult after breathing the whole...
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talking is cheap
dotting the eyes
with help
from caffeine
& this sense
that overpowers
every single
one of my
traveling thoughts
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looking for the one
he sat by the fire
spurning thought
into cold flames
thrice found a ring
betwixt the ashes
borrowed from earth
until fatal disdain
took away
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pretty little thing
tuesday cannot come
quick enough
as i realize this
it dawns upon me
time does not
go in reverse
i must find comfort
in these uninspiring days
that follow tuesday;
the world won’t end
in threasday,
quarday will be fine,
no death on feinday,
only cold wind blows
on goneday.
no day like today
no day like the day
that has passed
twenty five
years
ago
today
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even though
to restate my thought on the world
i begin with the following words;
religion solves nothing
of course one might argue that
it somehow builds upon society
a set of morals,
but only through fear of
a bipolar God
and if you are really
really sorry
for your immorality
you can sleep at night
knowing you are forgiven
because you are really
really a good person
for admitting
to
sin.
...
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if only
those overly religious congregations
that are more about how many times
you can say god in one sentence
without breathing while inspiring holy
spirits to inhabit five year olds,
than about loving your neighbors
and forgiving your cat for
ruining the couch instead of kicking
it to the curb along with your furniture,
really make me think that not many
people think.
Maritza Stanchich, Ph.D.: Puerto Rico Student... →
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Tarantella
much too fast to find in this
any feet tip toeing to the
i n-t r i-c a-c y
driven fiercely straight to the gut
wrenching the dagger forth
further in to induce the blood
to pour in streams
it is not as sweet as when
the tiny string tunes the
t a-r a n-t e-l l a
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romanesque
untitled,
5 empty pages,
subdivided
it doesn’t seem to be evolving
into a more competent organism
the complexity is not yet seen
unicellular presentation
please prove evolution
in a thousand words or less
thenerdking asked: What Inspires you?
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elemental
i cannot tell;
weather or
the future
but I will tell you this
is temporary just a vase
we must inhabit
until
it breaks and spills water
across the mantelpiece
and then we evaporate
into another existence
and on the way
there
we will miss this vase
and all the things that were
once
put on the table
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“when it rains, it doesn’t rain on one man’s house.”
– Bob Marley (via boyaboutown)
“It is an illusion that youth is happy, an illusion of those who have lost it;...”
– W. Somerset Maugham (via suzywire)
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University of Puerto Rico on Strike →
I want to express my solidarity with the strike that started today.
My university is falling apart and it seems that the government
is failing the citizens by making things worse.
Education should be a priority to a struggling economy.
This is not a commodity, and the investigations and research
laboratories in this university system have given Puerto Rico
honors and recognitions.
They...
“Water is fluid, soft, and yielding. But water will wear away rock, which is...”
– Laozi, Tao Te Ching (via blogut)
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sorry doesn't cut it
No one ever told me
the muses were as messy
as the thoughts scattered
across the floor of my room.
No one ever said to me
that no one ever mattered
quite as much as when
they make perfect sense.
The things not said
are thought to be
most important.
What can be done
when every word
is not said?
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joder
se cayo el cielo
en mis pies
y ahora no queda
ni una celula
de humanidad,
todo termino
azul
pies de color cielo
pisando
nubes
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why am I doing this?
Look at my words
falling through the gaps
i feel the need to capitalize
the death of my thoughts
where Only the most
irreverent prevail
Vehemently possessing
the frail tongue of a poet
that Expects nothing
from this world.