Friday, August 31, 2012
Wednesday, August 22, 2012
Monday, August 13, 2012
Scales Shall Fall From Thine Eyes.
My writing like my life will have errors, yet the
only person whom I am capable of pleasing is myself; flawed by nature, an
overachiever, drunken binges, drunk on the river Styx.
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I am “thine own palace”,
the world is my jail. “Angel’s sinn'd first, then devils, and then man”, I am a man
of my sins, a sin of one man.
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Expression my expression, damned of the damned. I
am that I am, damned of the damned. To hell with form, let it die with tradition;
expression of my expression prerequisite of permission. Conform! Deform! Rules for
the twisting, be warned, Muses know no form exempt from permission.
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"For
it is ultimately the function of art; to bring us to a condition of serenity,
stillness, and reconciliation.” Not chide, bicker, and snicker for fear of
humiliation. "For it is the function of
art; to bring us to serenity, stillness, and reconciliation." Not chide, bicker,
and snicker for fear of humiliation.
Monday, July 16, 2012
Wednesday, July 11, 2012
No Way Out
Doubt is like a sour lemon, when on the tip of the mind its sourness makes the face pucker.
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Confusion crosses the eyes like a finger on the tip of the nose.
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Clarity, oh clarity, the son of virgin birth.
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Honesty, oh honesty, the daughter of woman's worth.
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Serenity, divinity, the bulb of inventors light.
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Serenity, divinity, the star of guiding light.
Thursday, June 21, 2012
FIDO
Live in the moment, each moment is significant.
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Distant from the sun, a blooming flower is an opportunity.
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Distant from the sun, a blooming flower is an opportunity.
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Rolling off a swollen eye, teardrops collect in love's rain bucket.
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Impressions are not important, important is the first impression.
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Flaws adorn the hearts of men who's shoulder have been chipped.
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Cut from a granite block, sculptor of fate's path, time is the father of many children.
Tuesday, June 5, 2012
Friday, May 4, 2012
Friday, April 27, 2012
Smoking Gun
I.
June 15th, 1986 my momma gave birth to a spix.
Brown hair, black eyes; let's kill him now since he hasn't been baptized, send him to HELL with the rest of em', but I would grow to be flyer than the best of them.
II.
This the poem of my life, the passage of my right, America's plight, plough shares down Weathering Heights, stocks plummeting minimum wage, hungry stomachs grumbling hollow men unfazed.
III.
Captured by the new craze, mixed up in crooked ways, play the game or get turned away, blades out under tongue, cut your throat, yet hold your tongues, muskets loaded pointed at the sun, pointed at your sons, beware the final proof.
IV.
Behold the smoking gun.
Tuesday, March 20, 2012
Saturday, March 10, 2012
The Allure of Wealth
Methods of Ruler-ship:
“The tendency for wealthy families to annoy others by “showing off” -- by spending extravagantly and wastefully on themselves -- is also often a cause for resentment."
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"This tendency toward consumption for show has been dealt with for centuries, going back to ancient Greece and Rome, by means of sumptuary laws that forbid specified forms of wasteful consumption."
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"In seventh-century B.C. Greece, for example, women were forbidden to wear extravagant clothing or jewelry unless they were prostitutes.”
Wednesday, February 29, 2012
The Youth of This Age:
Where are we now?
We are all going through a hard-time, a recession, things never mentioned, situations never questioned.
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The only things discussed are promethazine addictions, money hungry women, and hearts with no convictions.
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What is your predilection?
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I suppose it is to get rich quick? Buy Louboutin heels or bag a Top Model chick?
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We have abandoned the basics; therefore these dreams have no basis. We stink like meat that has rotted in a sun that is racist.
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A man once asked, "what happens to a dream deferred?"
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I tell you there are no dreams, because our imaginations have been burned.
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Here we sit heavy with debt, spending our last dimes on dreams never met.
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The Chinese labor night and day, while on bottoms we sit playing Xbox all day.
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What to make of the Taliban, North Korea, or Iran?
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Who is our voice?
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Is it Jersey Shore?
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Lady Gaga or someone more, clever and witty, tall and pretty from a little town or a big ol’ city, maybe it is Carrie from Sex and the City or some loud mouth rapper from the inner-city.
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Either way,
we leave off where we start,
discussing
get rich quick schemes,
promethazine,
and convictions with
no heart.
Tuesday, February 28, 2012
Mr. Creosote
Game-Theory:
“Highly processed corn-based food products, with lots of chemical additives, are well known to be a major driver of weight gain, but, from a conventional growth-accounting perspective, they are great stuff."
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"Big agriculture gets paid for growing the corn (often subsidized by the government), and the food processors get paid for adding tons of chemicals to create a habit-forming – and thus irresistible – product."
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"Along the way, scientists get paid for finding just the right mix of salt, sugar, and chemicals to make the latest instant food maximally addictive; advertisers get paid for peddling it; and, in the end, the health-care industry makes a fortune treating the disease that inevitably results.”
Monday, February 20, 2012
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