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Mind Bottle: On Guard
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Thursday, November 5, 2009. Taking a backseat on. The left side of my brain. Legs crossed, resting on top. Of a young maiden on fours. Plainly enjoying the view. Of hostages held at gunpoint. That my mind has altered. Completely resigned to values,. Just facing the odds set by wheelers and jesus-makers. A pull of the trigger then all this would end. No more begging and pleading,. Curses spitting ugly on their mouth,. With all the nonsense talks of wanting to make a bargain. A smile still means everything.
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Mind Bottle: Wrong Reading
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Friday, October 23, 2009. As it sees you. Take the next logical step. In becoming a tool-. A poetic device that translates. With a one- liner. A home for the lovers. As symbols reveal themselves. Your toes can't help. And the skin that breathes. As you wake up. Being observed by yourself. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Mind Bottle. It's like you got so confused or amazed that your brain is trapped inside a bottle. Shaking like Soda. Very Mind Bottling. Fiendz and Cool People alike. Welcome!
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Mind Bottle: The Port
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Monday, November 2, 2009. Gravestones piled in an open shore. A basin for pelicans bathed in crude. Their oil- soaked feathers expands ardent wings,. Dried by solemnity of an aghast wind. Thrilled as they watch eyes torched. From droplets of entrails ripped from the sky's womb. On one uneventful afternoon. Where complications lacerate on the future's knees. Death is therefore reprieved. Body shivers tactless heat of midday assault. Tendencies of gilded beaks to scratch skin is on high.
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Mind Bottle
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Wednesday, October 28, 2009. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Mind Bottle. It's like you got so confused or amazed that your brain is trapped inside a bottle. Shaking like Soda. Very Mind Bottling. The Poet Laureatte of Skid Row - Charles Bukowski. Fiendz and Cool People alike. Welcome! Just like any visitor, feel at home and go eat all the food for next week. Be drunk too. From what? I'm your lousy neighbor. Check out this poet, Justin Hyde, whose highly reg. View my complete profile.
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Mind Bottle: October 2009
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Wednesday, October 28, 2009. Friday, October 23, 2009. As it sees you. Take the next logical step. In becoming a tool-. A poetic device that translates. With a one- liner. A home for the lovers. As symbols reveal themselves. Your toes can't help. And the skin that breathes. As you wake up. Being observed by yourself. Monday, October 19, 2009. These are just some of the crappy poems I submitted to an Online Literary Workshop Tambayan called Laboratoryo. A muse will find it irritating if. I have no self.
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Mind Bottle: November 2009
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Thursday, November 5, 2009. Taking a backseat on. The left side of my brain. Legs crossed, resting on top. Of a young maiden on fours. Plainly enjoying the view. Of hostages held at gunpoint. That my mind has altered. Completely resigned to values,. Just facing the odds set by wheelers and jesus-makers. A pull of the trigger then all this would end. No more begging and pleading,. Curses spitting ugly on their mouth,. With all the nonsense talks of wanting to make a bargain. A smile still means everything.
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Mind Bottle: March 2008
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Friday, March 7, 2008. A Piece of Bukowski. The pock-marked poetry of Charles Bukowski. Notes of a dirty old mankind by Glenn Esterly. As he begins reading, a coed in the third row who's seeing the poet for the first time turns to a friend and asks, "Do you think he's as ugly as they say? Yeah, I guess that about summed up what I thought of most of the writing. And the poetry - Jesus! What the hell's going on here? And what if a great deal of money does arrive? I would probably get the fat head and be ut...
