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It was Late, and I was Tired.: 5/1/13 - 6/1/13
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It was Late, and I was Tired. Poetry, Prose, and Thoughts for the mentally exhausted, the morally intrigued, and the late night internet surfer hopped up on caffine. For you with strained eyes, a tired soul, and rhythm in your heart. The desert bears only a scathing sun, and nothing more.". Saturday, May 11, 2013. I'm not just some. You can fit into. I won't just work. You put me in. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). St Albert, Alberta, Canada. View my complete profile. The Ogre's Poetry Den.
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It was Late, and I was Tired.: 1/1/13 - 2/1/13
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It was Late, and I was Tired. Poetry, Prose, and Thoughts for the mentally exhausted, the morally intrigued, and the late night internet surfer hopped up on caffine. For you with strained eyes, a tired soul, and rhythm in your heart. The desert bears only a scathing sun, and nothing more.". Tuesday, January 29, 2013. I can't see straight. I don't want to. And I won't look you. In the eye,. Because when I do. I see trails of smoke. Of what we used to be. Row on row in symmetry. And I'm lost in it all.
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It was Late, and I was Tired.: Some Live Vids
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It was Late, and I was Tired. Poetry, Prose, and Thoughts for the mentally exhausted, the morally intrigued, and the late night internet surfer hopped up on caffine. For you with strained eyes, a tired soul, and rhythm in your heart. The desert bears only a scathing sun, and nothing more.". Monday, March 24, 2014. Here's some videos of me doing what I love. I hope you like them:. At Her Feet - Leave Me. At Her Feet - Your Move. March 29, 2014 at 6:29 PM. JB are those originals? April 2, 2014 at 5:45 PM.
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It was Late, and I was Tired.: 6/1/13 - 7/1/13
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It was Late, and I was Tired. Poetry, Prose, and Thoughts for the mentally exhausted, the morally intrigued, and the late night internet surfer hopped up on caffine. For you with strained eyes, a tired soul, and rhythm in your heart. The desert bears only a scathing sun, and nothing more.". Thursday, June 20, 2013. Sliding down your back. Or the cold slithering hand. Brushing past your ear,. I feel all and yet nothing. I am rebuilt with each shattered brick-. A testament to who I was. And who I am. I wri...
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It was Late, and I was Tired.: Chromatic Scale.
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It was Late, and I was Tired. Poetry, Prose, and Thoughts for the mentally exhausted, the morally intrigued, and the late night internet surfer hopped up on caffine. For you with strained eyes, a tired soul, and rhythm in your heart. The desert bears only a scathing sun, and nothing more.". Saturday, May 11, 2013. I'm not just some. You can fit into. I won't just work. You put me in. May 12, 2013 at 6:56 AM. JB - Im more of a pentatonic scale, with a few missed notes. Square Corner is back - read him.
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It was Late, and I was Tired.: 12/1/12 - 1/1/13
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It was Late, and I was Tired. Poetry, Prose, and Thoughts for the mentally exhausted, the morally intrigued, and the late night internet surfer hopped up on caffine. For you with strained eyes, a tired soul, and rhythm in your heart. The desert bears only a scathing sun, and nothing more.". Monday, December 17, 2012. What It Is To Be Human. In my weakest hour. Because I am human. And in my weakest hour. I am not burdened. I am served well. By the snarling chains. Saturday, December 8, 2012.
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It was Late, and I was Tired.: 4/1/14 - 5/1/14
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It was Late, and I was Tired. Poetry, Prose, and Thoughts for the mentally exhausted, the morally intrigued, and the late night internet surfer hopped up on caffine. For you with strained eyes, a tired soul, and rhythm in your heart. The desert bears only a scathing sun, and nothing more.". Wednesday, April 2, 2014. Missing Opportunities - Prose. 8220;Can I have a few beers for the band? 8221; I asked. The bartender nodded and turned away. In the corner of my eye I could see Jenny looking at me&#...8220;...
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It was Late, and I was Tired.: The Foundation.
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It was Late, and I was Tired. Poetry, Prose, and Thoughts for the mentally exhausted, the morally intrigued, and the late night internet surfer hopped up on caffine. For you with strained eyes, a tired soul, and rhythm in your heart. The desert bears only a scathing sun, and nothing more.". Thursday, June 20, 2013. Sliding down your back. Or the cold slithering hand. Brushing past your ear,. I feel all and yet nothing. I am rebuilt with each shattered brick-. A testament to who I was. And who I am.
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It was Late, and I was Tired.: Rain.
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It was Late, and I was Tired. Poetry, Prose, and Thoughts for the mentally exhausted, the morally intrigued, and the late night internet surfer hopped up on caffine. For you with strained eyes, a tired soul, and rhythm in your heart. The desert bears only a scathing sun, and nothing more.". Monday, June 3, 2013. Today I feel like the rain:. To the life that happens. With or without me. Before and after me. And during me as well. Will spill over into next week. Of rain water,. Dead leaves and twigs,.
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It was Late, and I was Tired.: 2/1/13 - 3/1/13
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It was Late, and I was Tired. Poetry, Prose, and Thoughts for the mentally exhausted, the morally intrigued, and the late night internet surfer hopped up on caffine. For you with strained eyes, a tired soul, and rhythm in your heart. The desert bears only a scathing sun, and nothing more.". Monday, February 18, 2013. I Need To Work Harder. What do I bring to the table? What do I want to do, and how am I doing to get there? I would be one of those people that I hate. Those people that say, "Well I tri...