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Neurosis | One Minute Alone
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30 Poems, 30 Days. April 21, 2011. We’ve met before we’ve left. Time moving in both directions. And sometimes not at all. The wake of a ship. Or the bow plows its way. Through the ocean of life. Not every day’s a sunny day. We’re swimming through. Lost for all time out here. So we build this ship. And call it a home. But there’s nowhere to stand. On the upper deck. Where the waves crash down. We call it a house. The roof stops rain. But no effort to stop. The escape of our minds. Enter your comment here.
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Chakras! | One Minute Alone
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30 Poems, 30 Days. April 16, 2011. You are most relaxing. I’ve got some jazz playing. Watching the sun rain down. To explore the community. Or at least just sit out side. And soak up rays. And show off the shades. They bought years ago. But have not had many. To see if I’m seeing. Of feelings after having. My foot prodded and poked. By an old Nippon man. For the sake of circulation. But I am yet to see. As much as I would like. But I’m always willing. To have my logical. Dislodged by some magic.
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Forever Now | One Minute Alone
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30 Poems, 30 Days. April 24, 2011. I was the same one. That wrote these lines. All times I recall it. And each time before it. I’ll be another. And I’ll still be me. Who do my memories. That change as often. Of likes and dislikes. I will always be me. I’m always here. And if I’d had another mother. Would I be different still. Or is this sensation. The same for us all. Who call ourselves I. The centre I spy. With my little eye. So we’re all looking. Like an army of birds. Wondering where to fly. Follow &l...
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Green Leaves | One Minute Alone
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30 Poems, 30 Days. April 14, 2011. Flap in the wind. Up into the air. Of the rainy season. We’re looking into. The price of bacon. At quite a rate. There’s no pot. So tears fall down. As the madness colludes. Is a mark of the devil. Good night for now. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. Notify me of new comments via email. A Month of Nights.
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Details (I like the red ones) | One Minute Alone
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30 Poems, 30 Days. Details (I like the red ones). Details (I like the red ones). April 15, 2011. I find it fascinating. To tug the hairs of my beard. But its not just a tuggin’. It’s the interplay. When I peel an orange. And hear the tear. And taste the bitter zest. I like to separate it. And separate the drops. I like to fall down. I like to play games. I like to argue. For the sake of the fight. To see where you turn. I like the details. I like the red ones. They’re a great way. To waste a day.
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Little Blue Light | One Minute Alone
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30 Poems, 30 Days. April 25, 2011. This laptop is hot. The small blue light. In its irritating quality. Aren’t going to change me. But that’s not really. Because if you’ve. Turn that fucking light off? Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. Notify me of new comments via email.
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Friends | One Minute Alone
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30 Poems, 30 Days. April 27, 2011. They come and go. Blown by the wind. Circling my confused head. With my agitated mind. They come and go. And from time to time I wonder. And who were you? And did either of us. They come and go. Beating the drums of nostalgia. Awaking my mind to rhythm. Pushing me to reach back. To ask for forgiveness. They come and go. Will I appreciate them? Did I love enough. Did I do enough. Was I friendly enough. Was I too harsh, too mean. They come and go. All through this time.
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Mess | One Minute Alone
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30 Poems, 30 Days. April 19, 2011. Never to be read. These things rest here. Even with my face. But I don’t notice. How could I not notice? And there they are. As if by design. April 19, 2011 at 10:35 am. Nice, reminds me of my desk, I like it🙂. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out.
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All Bar One | One Minute Alone
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30 Poems, 30 Days. April 28, 2011. I’m not very good. But I had to read. I didn’t understand. And brought me to tears. Not knowing how to feel. Why should you need. To feel the feeling. I’m trying to send? Where do we go. Is it a competition. In my minds eye. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. Notify me of new comments via email.