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Nobodyville Street: Free Rider (Dedicated to my friend Steve)
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Poetry and some more fragments. Friday, June 29, 2012. Free Rider (Dedicated to my friend Steve). Now, in these towns they all know your name,. Riding the dust and in the dust rusts the rugged fame;. Of devil's riders and their leather armor, life bled. Through engines, throttles high playing highway games. With bad company, through devil's bends we ride,. Saddling up and eyes on the road till the day we die. We the forgotten and we who forget seize the day,. Nothing left to hide! That's gonna be our.
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Nobodyville Street: Creative Freedom
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Poetry and some more fragments. Tuesday, March 13, 2012. Did the actor act assuming his craft. Would be important in some way? The painter paint with an aim to touch. Or could the singer sing his. Baritone to bleed hearts and melt eyes? Most negate these possibilities and label. Creations of art as mere chances and children. Of kind destiny. But, perchance might there. Be a creative soul who is so sure of his craft's. Effect like a hunter in the Urals hunting a fox? Reaching those could be? 169; Malyaban...
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Nobodyville Street: Jeremy the Bee and Icarus (2009)
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Poetry and some more fragments. Friday, December 30, 2011. Jeremy the Bee and Icarus (2009). Arms raised in a V. While the dead lay in pools of. Maroon below. Poor Jeremy O' Delle lies in bones. While Eddie is the priest. Where do we have such. Oh so many died! And so many more lived and are waiting. To breathe; Against pointing fingers and blunt, wicked. Smiles and gawking stares. The worm tickles in the head. Like a fly trapped in a glass jar. Leaaaave and be on the. Thats pricey. Hehehe! She will embr...
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Nobodyville Street: My Lust for Life
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Poetry and some more fragments. Saturday, February 25, 2012. My Lust for Life. How do I make the choice? I have realized that until the desire, longing and a spiritual pressure of sorts exceeds every sort of reason that holds one back from taking the plunge, an average person will never just leave everything, let go of the strings and fly away. The same morbidity is consuming me slowly but surely. I am just a thud away from breaking free but, then again what about my approaching illnesses? Or better stil...
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Nobodyville Street: Shuteye (2008)
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Poetry and some more fragments. Friday, December 30, 2011. Dead leaves, wandering flies in a quagmire. Midst the silent and motionless redwoods,. Fragmented sunlight bleeding through their. Leaves of silence and dust, eroding my skin;. Squirrels hopping and flowers dropping. Marking beginnings and closures at points. Of one. Stone bench and gathered muck,. A slouching body- mockery of sanity. Taking a nap. Swinging in and out of. Parallel realities and with the sun on red. Taking turns. Family? With wave...
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Nobodyville Street: An altered state of mind
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Poetry and some more fragments. Friday, May 11, 2012. An altered state of mind. I am as if in the midst of a conundrum. I can see but I cant watch, hear but. Really dont want to listen. I move, yet. I am still, but walking on the waters of. The rainy Hyades on the dim sea. I can hold yet cannot touch, I cry but. Do not weep. The salt dries on the face. And yet I cant feel the residue. I write. And imagine yet I dont think and toil. I. Am just a mirror placed in an angle. Words pass me by, an incommunicado.
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Nobodyville Street: Farmer- The Scarecrow (2008)
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Poetry and some more fragments. Friday, December 30, 2011. Farmer- The Scarecrow (2008). I cant leave that barren earth that I have watered with my blood. I cant stay and build a roof on it as the crust is unyielding and dry,. Soaking in every bit of nourishment but yielding nothing but cracks. And dust while refuting any approach by scorching my feet. I chanced. Upon this land when it had gaping holes and caverns that needed. Filling up. I felt I could give it vital growth again and replenish every.
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Nobodyville Street: Crimson Butterflies (Dedicated to Tony Scott and two butterflies outside my porch)
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Poetry and some more fragments. Monday, August 20, 2012. Crimson Butterflies (Dedicated to Tony Scott and two butterflies outside my porch). How can you not wonder about. Creation and its null when you. See a pair of crimson butterflies. Engaged in mating games around a. Stained newspaper lying on the. Asphalt reporting another creator's. The temerity of this process amazes me-. The balance and the disbalance of things. One life below the bridge and another. On red velvety wings- But, just for a day.
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Nobodyville Street: The Wife (2010- Sad Attempt at humor)
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Poetry and some more fragments. Thursday, January 5, 2012. The Wife (2010- Sad Attempt at humor). Stricken with grief, the wife. Lies prostrate on her bed. A. Single strand of beads, a flower. Or a surprise nicety is what I. Didn't get. Torn is her. Flowing gown and dull her. Hair, a few hours of extravagance. Sounded only fair. "A heartless. Not a kiss, gesture or a. In her eyes and heart of. Dismay, on gravel steps of. The mansion, defiant she lay. Tried and tried I, to raise. To comfort my sordid bride.
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Nobodyville Street: A Whore Called Maxine (2009)
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Poetry and some more fragments. Friday, December 30, 2011. A Whore Called Maxine (2009). There lived once, a whore called Maxine. In the bowels of every city she lived. A life feeding on greasy crumbs, thrown in jest at her by pleased guests. A gentle hostess, Maxine let her guests fulfill any fantasies, feed on her. The way they wanted to and then leave when she was spent and numb. No qualms ever crossed her conscience, or no persistent super-ego ever. But, maybe thats the way with the calling such as t...
