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Poems de la Soul: We Each, at Medium
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Tuesday, February 2, 2010. We Each, at Medium. Written February, 2010. This will begin how it will end. Because what is Art,. If not a medium. Possibly it's a subject, or an ethic. Or even a language within itself. However, it is such that we, as Artist, as creators. How do we know Art. That is not seen,. Seen, but not heard,. Heard, but not felt. Felt, but misunderstood. Not that you and I. Believe in the same things. But that you(X) and I(Y) simply believe. We are each denominators in an equation.
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Poems de la Soul: A Formula for Disparate Contraries (I, II, III)
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Tuesday, February 2, 2010. A Formula for Disparate Contraries (I, II, III). Wage is defined as the value of what we provide. Yet value, in any circumstance. Can only be measured by adjacent quantifiers. Many of which trickle down to money. Though not always currency). If not defined by oneself. Or another, what then? How parallel is a scale of intrinsical degree? What is my time, my minutes-hours worth. As compared to what I am paid? II That Addition of Grace. In this world, we are denominators. I am to X.
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Poems de la Soul: March 2010
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Monday, March 15, 2010. Written March, 2010. Yesterday I saw the clouds. Moving in a direction. From which I was facing. It made me feel disconnected. From the world and it's revolution. And my thoughts, desires. Were a part of. I sat and watched a father and son. Leave the grocery store. A gas station clerk pumping gas. In a customers truck. A homeless man with 12" x 18". Of cardboard to tell his life's story. I went and saw my nephew. How to stand up. From a sitting position,. I cannot help but think.
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Poems de la Soul: March 2009
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Thursday, March 26, 2009. The Lines In March. Written March, 2009. There are lines in March. But we still wander. For those who are looking for distance. For those looking for a home. On Highway 41 there are fields. Where furrows have been dug. That run into tree lines. That run into tomorrow. Some fields are cleared. With seeds that have been planted. On others, there is still the stubble. From last years corn crop. Standing straight with honor, pride. As a veteran infantry. Knowing what they have given.
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Poems de la Soul: January 2009
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Wednesday, January 28, 2009. Some Days In September. Written September, 2007. Some days in September. You call to catch the sunset. Down by the water. You say that sitting by the river. Where you came from,. Where you are going. I remember the moon. Would sliver to the right. As does your smile. Some days in September. We spend walking on the beach. As the tide goes out. So that when I kiss you. I cannot taste your tears. We talk about those things. Those that never die. That look in your eyes. No matter...
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Poems de la Soul: June 2009
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Saturday, June 20, 2009. Written June, 2009. I don’t like when doctors on television use the phrase that. 8220;life is failing”. Mostly because I absolutely refute that his life. Will ever be anything but a success. The hardest part of it all is that he and my grandmother. Are the foundation, the baseline. They are the current proprietors of the name. From which I was born. It’s kind of like when the boat rocks,. Just after you’ve gotten your footing. I remember growing up,. Visiting him in anticipation.
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Poems de la Soul: One Man's River
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Thursday, February 11, 2010. My ebb and flow. I must give her. The things I owe. The things that show. I can't doubt you. Where I came from. There are things that flow. Like your eyes flow. That only I know. Here is my river. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. Deep Greens and Blues. Gluten Hates Me but i'm surviving. Subscribe To Poems de la Soul. My Shade of Blue. From The King of the World. We Each, at Medium. A Formula for Disparate Contraries (I, II, III).
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Poems de la Soul: February 2010
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Thursday, February 25, 2010. These states become nameless. After so many tears. Last I checked you. Fell behind somewhere between there and here. But in a hundred years. This will all be funny. Today, a seedling. Leans into the wind. Beachgrass and you,. I have missed and hated. In the same day. As we fall. I dream of gypsies and. Unattended gardens. One bedroom apartments. Now I dream of picket. Fences and what's within. Whether it be foe or friend. My Shade of Blue. My shade of blue. A four quartet with.
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The pregnancy thus far | wowed out
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The pregnancy thus far. Pregnancy has been very different from what little expectations that I had of it, like strange cravings and a healthy glow as if I should be on the cover of one of those magazines (I shoulda known better, right? Marriage Ain’t Just About Love – Rise up! Ten, you’ve come a long way →. One Response to “The pregnancy thus far”. January 9, 2012 at 9:00 pm. Those two kitties are so snuggly! Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Address never made public). What's bur...
