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LAST LOGIN: April 25
LAST LOGIN: April 25
I live and work in Phoenix, attending Arizona State University where i study English – Lit and Political Science. Writing is both an exercise in sanity and exploration for me, therapy and philosophy. I’ve never tried to refine a collection of work to publish and I have a terrible time with revising. I work primarily in a stream of consciousness/metaphysical style, the act of creation is usually woven into the work itself. I’m an avid reader of a wide variety of eras, styles, and genres.
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Not of an ecclesiastic joy Do I sing. This is primal, human intensity Life at its natural essence Man in nature. Sun-worship. What holier than the Great orb of life? What doom of man’s mind Outshines? With hands planted firmly In the cold earth Our spirits grow and bless With hands lifted to an auspicious Sky, they torment and terror Rains threats and cast stones… Such are the comings and goings Of jealousy. What divinity is in such matters? Spring and winter Summer and fall Rising flowers dy...
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Live passion live Breathe the air gasping Grow greedily feeding On fertile minds Denying jealous time Though to human ends Mortals fall I’ll not dare to miss one moment Of your poisonous ecstasy Though you may claim my life I walk there side step Clasped at arms Life like light is ever fleeting So I choose to be there In life exceeding Tasting touching feeling all For who can say which day This is, a first or last I cannot tell But certain as the sun is rising My heart beats fast and strong F...
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A drunken lean Sudden stumble Twice seen visions And memories crumbled Blank days and fermented haze Sprawling nights Of pre-historic rites Chanting and stomping ways Feverish frenzy Kicking and screaming Ripped torn and reeling Bodies pressed and wheezing One reluctant One not caring One is pushing One is tearing One now cries One now dies One now beaten One now flies Life dearest Life delicate Life deprived Cracked cement And a dirty drain Discarded dreams And haunting nightmare screams Pra...
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A mind clouded by consciousness So desperate to cling to reason Resistant to itself Denying imagination Killing me it is Damn certainties and sensibilities And reaching after fact Be gone you Stiff matrons of maddening Equilibrium I’ll take my thoughts random Black and violent Tainted by desire Mad with passion Destructive and Bold To die. A slumbering city Eases into nightmares Of faceless masses Eating away the core Of originality All for the illusion I need a dream Life outside of life The...
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fate fucks forcefully like rape with all those tears and nightmares tearing the fragile walls of sanity and leaving a bloody mess carefully reconstruct that perfect little life in the woe of aftermath life is but a dream so we learn so tender and young and later discover that rounding sleep is a welcomed escape from the horror it is war just beyond the door on both sides peace comes in thresholds and margins in betweens and day dreams in negative space where you are not anything but have ever...
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that i'm not sure what to make of this on the first reading is a compliment in itself...the speaker's tone is alarmingly rational for the twist ending...which is unsettling and appropriate. This is a unique brand of modern poetry in that the poem is more like an internal dialog that is devoid of the high and formal diction that usually appears in poems, but it works perfectly once the thought is complete in the final stanza. I'm not sure what the tone of the work is towards the horrific possi...
The description made me laugh...I used to have a set of those with words from Shakespeare and we used to have a great time getting drunk and trying to put them together in coherent phrases. As for the poem...its just too disjointed to have a clear and developed theme. The apparent point is that the watcher does not participate in the scene and so does not influence the goings-on but a statement of non-participation needs further relevance to sustain a theme. The line "tinglings beyond heaven"...
First, I am stubborn about a writer conveying exactly what they intended and unless you are using grammatical and word errors to make a statement or contribute to the tone, theme, etc of the poem you should review and edit. I will point out a couple "where our pictures use to be" (should be used - past tense); "I walk the these strange streets" (the should not be there); "Wondering were are you now" (where not were). Anyway, it distracts me from everything else going on the poem and as you in...
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