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Monday, October 31, 2011

Tricky

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Existence is the sweetest treat on which creation splurges but there won’t be much left to eat if we can’t control our urges with seven bill...
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Sunday, October 30, 2011

Firmament

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Our distant neighbor sparkled in the sky so brilliantly I couldn't help but spy She must have felt the prying of my eye and ducked behin...
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Saturday, October 29, 2011

Deciduous

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The brutal autumn wind batters bloody leaves whose once green ranks have thinned a bony mother grieves (her histrionic limbs attack what she...
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Friday, October 28, 2011

Alluvion

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I pledge this wedge will never hedge my need to bleed that’s guaranteed for I comply with no one’s lie no stone or moan will ever postpone w...
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Thursday, October 27, 2011

Oh Squat

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His heart was scared a bit impaired and really not prepared to be shared, “But once I heal” he said “For real, I’ll gladly kneel to seal the...
Wednesday, October 26, 2011

Kenning

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If less is more then I’m not poor I’m one of the richest alive so near destitute an atom of loot will dwarf what my efforts contrive.
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Tuesday, October 25, 2011

Prime Time

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Her choppers are perfect the smile quite fake, the lack of a defect their glaring mistake for how can we trust those so free with their arti...
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Monday, October 24, 2011

Enduring

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She stands with her back to the shore a patron colossus of yore whose skin overlaid is the soothing green shade that welcomes the hungry and...
Sunday, October 23, 2011

Visibility

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I talk to God but the sky is empty - Sylvia Plath A deity gesticulated and all we know was thus created or so they said on sunday morn where...
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Saturday, October 22, 2011

Right

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Wherever there's gold there's bound to be greed and lies to be sold disguised as a cause that has selfish need within its bylaws.
Friday, October 21, 2011

Zap

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The crackle of a burning arc can help ignite a common spark that powers up a brand new way to counteract the dark of night whose doubts dela...
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Thursday, October 20, 2011

A Young Fellow with Hair Colored Yellow

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The sun was a fiery hot ball in the sky when I looked, it hurt my eyes but it still felt good deep down inside. As I looked I heard a song o...
Wednesday, October 19, 2011

Detached

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You mustn’t misconstrue the stony gaze of the moon when its countenance impales you like an icy cold harpoon for disregard can help undo con...
Tuesday, October 18, 2011

:D

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I've always got a smile for those that merit such but boilers of bile mmmmmaybe not so much.
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Monday, October 17, 2011

Fervent

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The half-dressed trees look haggard like they just went through a fight, were beaten up then staggered to huddle here in fright reluctant to...
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