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Poetry

Room Enough

2010-02-16 Poetry

Black young tough Mid­dle of the way Hold­ing sway Insti­ga­tors to the left And the right There to intim­i­date To make the place This space Safe for com­merce “Look at that cracker.“ “See how he look at you?“ But I move on through ’Cause I’m cool too Room enough in this great place For any race […]

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So Many

2010-02-15 Poetry

By the many, so many too Con­cen­trated here Could over­whelm a mind That sought to touch Them each in their sep­a­rate­ness The most basic needs met If not the stan­dard Of our TV fair Our movie, large screened Every place at once
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Peacock Drab

2010-02-14 Poetry

I won­der Am I even vis­i­ble On those days alone
Long walks to, Through and among The mul­ti­tude
But feet clad In a pea­cock way Gather eyes To the ground I cover
I’d ‘ave never thunk it Obliv­i­ous As I am
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Hope for Freedom

2010-02-12 Poetry

Another day, another way, toward another goal, in another place.
Always still, our­selves, as we work to hide the truth of it, from our­selves,
as those around us hope, we find our way, to let our­selves, go free.
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A swirl

2010-02-11 Poetry

So many mixed together The physicist’s gas Heated Active All a swirl Hydro­gen pass­ing To and fro No col­li­sion Just a shud­der of activ­ity
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Fertile Ground

2010-02-10 Poetry

Back in it, sur­rounded by the illu­sion my mind con­structs from the images, the sounds, the aro­mas, the taste of the air.
Hav­ing lived, just there, I remem­ber the lonely alien­ation that was my real­ity of here, then.
Still, enough of the trap­pings have changed to make this scene
fer­tile ground.
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This isn’t what I planned

2010-02-08 Poetry

This isn’t what I planned, were I thought I’d be, what I thought I’d be doing.
This isn’t what I planned, who I thought I’d be, what I thought I’d be doing too.
But I like where I am, the road that got me here, the folks I met along the road.
But I like where I am, the who I have become, the folks I met along the road too.
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Bound to Struggle

2010-02-07 Poetry

Bound to strug­gle as we nav­i­gate these inter­per­sonal waters, two beings ever sep­a­rate.
Bound to strug­gle as I nav­i­gate this world, out­side it, yet con­tained fully within as well.
Bound to strug­gle as he mas­ters a new task, the con­scious mind does poorly what the sub­con­scious will do with ease once the con­scious mind is fin­ished.
Bound to strug­gle as they […]

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Hell’s Meal

2010-02-06 Poetry

Rage Sub­sumed just below the skin Leaks out in dribs and drabs
Screams against the traf­fic
Clenched at unre­li­able friends
Real­ity grates Tears away Leaves bro­ken ripped and torn
And with each light brush Bits or raw flesh Fall free
Food to sea­son Hell’s meal
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Managementese

2010-02-05 Poetry

Do this.”
All the words say.
Then
A bunch of words seem­ingly intended to expli­cate
“Do this.”
But that in fact mean
“Do the other thing.”
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There/Not There

2010-02-04 Poetry

Halfway may be far worse Than none of the way at all.
Some­times it is a binary choice. Here or there. There or here.
I don’t want to be Schrödinger’s cat.
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The Business

2010-02-03 Poetry

The busi­ness dreams of, yearns for. Truly wants, and needs, cre­ativ­ity. Not know­ing it itself, not being the source. It isn’t sure when it sees it. It fears the risk and so rarely takes the risk.
And why? Are the con­se­quences so great?
So fear­ing the risk, they do not take the risk.
Instead, they fol­low each other like sheep. They […]

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P/N Without E

2010-02-01 Poetry

I am just like you.I am very dif­fer­ent from you.
I walked through all the same doors of devel­op­ment as you.I arrived at them at nearly the same time as you.My pass­ing through them had most of the char­ac­ter­is­tics of your pass­ing through them too.
Still where we have arrived isn’t the same.Mine is uniquely my own.Yours is uniquely […]

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A Fog

2010-01-31 Poetry

A fog lay over us all for some few days now too In and out the sound breathes The day and the night dressed in the mist
I wear it about me like a cloak
From here upon the hill’s top I can watch it waft in one win­dow and out the other
Joy­ously it is weather North­west style
Being the child of the […]

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A Memory of Summer

2010-01-29 Poetry

Sun­set and open sky from this hill­top home.
Red, gray, blue, pink.
Sound and silences scent of life and sum­mer.
Defined qual­ity of sight in these
moments before
the end of twi­light.
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Always On

2010-01-28 Poetry

Swim, float, sink and breathe water, evolve, eve love.
Save and cast into the pool of what needs not to be saved.
Are and Am!
We wor­ship at the altar of impa­tience and patience of our own trans­for­ma­tion from what we were to what we will be.
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I Left

2010-01-27 Poetry

I cameinto a ghost town­none pre­sen­tall absent
AloneI looked aboutand left.
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After Shocks

2010-01-26 Poetry

The blaze in the night sky was gone, faded to sparkless­ness. We were not ready. We needed more of the full light, our jour­ney incom­plete, the path tor­tur­ous.
We made our sac­ri­fices. In the end, we could not per­suade and it faded com­pletely from our sky.
Many were lost on that jour­ney.
Our lead­ers over­turned and sent away by […]

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Half-Baked

2010-01-25 Poetry

Through eyes and ears it all falls in
There to stor­age in mat­ter gray.
How long it rests there,
How the soup is made,

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A Wonder, Full Blue

2010-01-24 Poetry

On these days, when the sun is out yet the clouds are too, when the air is cool, and the sun is descend­ing toward the point of equinox, while climb­ing toward, or from, mid­day, on these days, at this time, the sound is a won­der­ful blue.

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