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Fatalism (Poem)

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A coupla more songs

And its time to die

Same old fatalism

Somethin like two wrongs

Don’t make a try

Raindrop prism

Filters

Same old fatalism

Call it pessimism

Heavy hitters

Put on those tracks

Follow the rails

Again and

A coupla more songs

Draw some links in sand

Mostly longs

In whispers

Made of suggestions

Compulsive vespers

Miss and directions

Researching and

A coupla more songs

And its time to die

And and and same old fatalism

Under a rosy sky

Floating cherry smoke

Epileptic relativism

Gin and coke

And a coupla more songs

and its time to die

Filters parliament

With a heavy sigh

Empty boxes that cement

Every tender why

Same old fatalism

Random assembly

To chase away

Determinism

Determined to stay

Who said what to where and when

Is that destiny? Was that destiny?

I don’t Amen.

It’s hard when you speak in periods you know

Yea it goes something like

A couple more songs that grow

Into a cheap old mic

Maybe one day will glow

Like that same old fatalism

Like a raindrop prism

That arcs double wide

Trailer park philosophies

Theyr’e on our side

That same old fatalism paints symphonies

Come on baby do ya wanna ride?

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What I Mean (Poem)

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Answers

You’re harshin my mellow baby

I don’t feel your vibe

You’re always maybe

That just ain’t my tribe

Well so

If you don’t dig it

You can go

I ain’t gotta fit

This ain’t no show

Why

There’s no reason

That you can’t try

It’s such a late season

Can’t you see that

Certainty

Isn’t a hat

At least not for me

If you want answers

Find someone who ain’t as free

Tow that line

If that’s your scene

I’ll be fine

Cause I don’t know what I mean

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One Oh One (Poem)

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Drums cascade

Tumbling over

Heartbeats made

Tumbling over

Driving shade

Never lower

Now staccato

Effervescing

Now Legato

Subtle dressing

As field

In bloom

As shield

Embracing gloom

Rhythm

All elemental

Natural logarithm

Living fall

Expressing

Thunder sun

Striking dust

One Oh

One

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Speaking Greek (Poem)

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Garden walls

Blooming wells

Dancing halls

Myriad hells

Gaffes on Dreher

Dead eyed stare

The sorts that disappear

Static glare

Woodpanneled and antique

You look pretty on the stair

I may as well be speaking Greek

Yea, I live there

Selling metros to the dealer

Beneath my hair

Time is the healer

I can spell it out

So I do

Though I’d rather shout

As we disintegrate from view

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Recursive (Poem)

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Read between the lines.

Look for things in your own head.

In solipsistic mines there are many phrases.

Angles demonstrating circles.

Each describing phases.

In a mirror wielding sickles.

Jingoistic harvest yields.

So do not glut on bread.

You’ll be buried by your own shields.

The reward of living in your head.

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Lesedi (Song, Poem, and Rivertime)

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Lesedi is a Sesotho (South African Tribe) name that means light. I thought it sounded really nice. Like Ubuntu.

Time is everpresent
Hear now here now
Hear now here now
Hear the time
Listen and youll realize in no time
That there is no time

Note I’m
Note I’m
Sitting here
Sitting there
Sitting everywhere

O Silent Air
O Silent Air
O Silent Heir
O Silent Heir

Leave Leaves Leaving Leading
Living Light
Leave Leaves Leaving Leading
Laughing Light

Take Give
Neither

Leave Leaves Leaving Leading
Living Light
Leave Leaves Leaving Leading
Laughing Light

Lessedi
Lessedi
Lessedi
Lessedi
Lessedi

One sight to see One

One and Done

Won and Done

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Sinking Moon (Poem)

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Interesting Photo of the Day: Moonset Over Big Bend

The moon is settling…

Settling down

…behind this town…behind this town…

The chill wind is circling through the trees

Through the trees…

My soul is caught up in the breeze

In the breeze

O evening evening will you please

leave me never again…never again…

I don’t want to see the moon settling

Settling down

….behind….

Behind this town

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Long Time (Poem)

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Thirty minutes is a long time

What if we don’t get another go around the sun

Thirty minutes is a long time

You had better learn to run

Thirty minutes is a long time

Divide it now by five

Thirty minutes is a long time

And you’ll get just six chances to feel alive

Thirty minutes is a long time

Sometimes the clock explodes

Thirty minutes is a long time

There were never any roads

Thirty minutes is a long time

So do explain and do complain

Thirty minutes is a long time

It is best to watch the rain

Thirty minutes is a long time

Even if you are forever

Thirty minutes is a long time

This kiss returns never

Thirty minutes is a long time

Even if salvation’s done

Thirty minutes is along

Won’t get another go around the sun

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Politesse – Poem

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O township

They were always afraid of fightin

Even more so
Of a kiss

They were doubly scared of cryin
So they’d try laughing but they’d miss

O the odd ones out

There seems to always be
So many about
They stretch from sea to sea

They are you and they are me

But hey
You know

There’s always another way
Eventually some screen will show

But for today let’s hide

Let’s close ourselves in
All of that stepping wide

Round today cause tomorrow has to win

Don’t take off that cryptic smirk

Or dispense with all the glibness

Just pass on another drink
I don’t like noise or stillness

But like you I love the grey thing in between
O yes deny with me each moments history
Reverence and romance should be so seldom seen

Yes politesse demands no mystery

Only wry wit and the obscene

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