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Friday, May 31, 2013

Tick

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Philosophy won't ever help a butcher make a cleaner cut and War's a fearsome teacher but it heels the haughty whelp despite the...
Thursday, May 30, 2013

Decoded

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There's so much more to art than programs may detect for no computer has a heart with which one can connect efficient code might ga...
Wednesday, May 29, 2013

Blowhard

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Tornadoes have appendages that's where the rubble flies away from the apologies they wink with tranquil eyes but if I'm being bl...
Tuesday, May 28, 2013

Lifer II

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Another day of hell pretending that I care how much I'd miss this cell if suddenly it fell because it couldn't bear another da...
Monday, May 27, 2013

Remembrance

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The sky was speckled black like pepper had been spilled the cordite from the flak was so damn thick it filled their mouths, and every br...
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Sunday, May 26, 2013

Inflorescence

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The lilacs are in bloom and I feel myself regressing to that little paneled room where I spent so much time guessing uncertain what woul...
Saturday, May 25, 2013

Processed

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We were like McNuggets in a line carnivores in cars that came to dine I watched a cigarette inhaling man collecting garbage from a bulgin...
Friday, May 24, 2013

Soar Spot

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I watched a robin take wing while on my work-bound route and wondered if I had a thing of value to commute for just one shot to sing bu...
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Thursday, May 23, 2013

Raised

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There's been nothing heretofore observed that helps explain why faith has swerved and no compelling facts as yet to null a skeptic...
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Wednesday, May 22, 2013

Flocked

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They affably bleat immune to the scorn that's heaped at their feet the sheepish are shorn they're constantly fleeced from when...
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Tuesday, May 21, 2013

Truant

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The sun is out, it's golden tone is so devout it warms the stone and spurs the sprout— the sun went out it's dying moan was ...
Monday, May 20, 2013

Dispersal

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Burn my body on a pyre return my soul to smoke unfettered by the fire from this fragile mortal yoke the wispy bluish curls will drift ...
Sunday, May 19, 2013

Shades of Humility

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A milky moon meanders through the murky sky of night as pensive as a pupil who suspects the sense of sight and once again it seeks to c...
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Saturday, May 18, 2013

Dynasty

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For some a poem's a lifetime for others it's merely a thought and then there are those whose bad rhyme is better left unwrought ...
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Friday, May 17, 2013

Phraseology

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In a discriminating age is there age discrimination or an all-consuming rage is there raging consummation once they demonstrate their wa...
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