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caleb-jaren
American I've been writing on and off since I was 15. Am coming back from a long break of almost 10 years and am hoping to re-find my "voice". / / My metadata: / / Private: Idiosyncratic: Esoteric / Situationally Bombastic Recluse / Ironic in juxtaposition of thought and action / Attempts accountability for same actions / Tenebrous (or not so) / Independant: (read) Free Spirited / Released from the captor(s) Time, Nature, Patience / (though are the 3 great physicians) / Down to Earth despite Flights Of Fancy / Longs eternally for Action / Knowledge and Wisdom / Love
Do you need, you broke, you bleed, you(r) taste I prevent, I falter, I can't, I crumble, you bleed You, taste me, release me
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Mar 9, 2010
Mar 9, 2010 at 6:31 PM UTC
Read Two Ways
Forgive me, love for I will forsake thee to pursue a goal in uncharted territory my life, limbs strung askew hung on the myriad sentences this will has spoken through bleed if you must my tears will cleanse the wounds fading into darkness the halls of no return.
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Mar 9, 2010
Mar 9, 2010 at 6:28 PM UTC
Forgive the Forsaken
incoming across morning cigarette stuck in corner of mouth shirtless and faded Levi's nearly 80 degrees today and as much humidity causes the trees to droop in silent green veils as much as the hail last night just thought to tell you: I never knew you had The Voice
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Mar 9, 2010
Mar 9, 2010 at 2:54 PM UTC
The Lyric Voice
Lofted over the Cedar murky waters the color of coffee flow implacable immutable towards the Southeast horizon while Pleiades and Orion hunt above tenacious juniper fingers driven into crags boreal bonsai stands everlasting in time for me to fly this roost
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Mar 9, 2010
Mar 9, 2010 at 2:49 PM UTC
Night Breathes
graves upon graves lie within these pools of black blood rising to overcome to swallow the chains and binds while blind eyes stare blankly into the ravenous face of death bewarethese mortal coils that tie but soon are released to emptiness and the further emaciation of tumescent lips drops of sweet wine spatter on the pallid visage of life eternal
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Feb 23, 2010
Feb 23, 2010 at 7:51 PM UTC
A Shallow Riddle
It's said to move like this..stop-start, stop-start like a sullen auto refusing to comply with its operator -and the words, so arcane they must have been hand delivered from an untouchable source of divinity iambic, pyrrhic, choriambic and amphibracic what ever can they mean and of course secondarily can they be understood enough to make even half-hearted progress?
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Feb 23, 2010
Feb 23, 2010 at 7:06 PM UTC
Meter and Rhyme
Spearmint altoids and espresso doubleshot headphones hardly used Palm(seems not 1 for organization) Empty jewel cases strewn over the pine expanse3 monitors burn, an insistent cyclopean glare w/the accompanying mice notebooks' aged paper curled 'round circuit board controller cards and holographic stickers open hard drive aluminum platter white cordless phone 2.4 GHz floppy discs USB milk glass opalescent bag industrial lasagna fork canted sideways tomes beckon Cybershock Snowcrash palpitations PANIC! k_trap trap type 0x000000E flickers attempting to dump 32 years physical memory Failed! User I/O = NULL
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Feb 23, 2010
Feb 23, 2010 at 5:13 PM UTC
Miscellanea
Melancholy midnight drones circuits short fuse dawn for the sleepless residual caffeine headaches corporate spoil masochistic colonies marching on titanic glass and steel infrastructures devoid soul wasted is there time for tomorrow?
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Feb 23, 2010
Feb 23, 2010 at 5:13 PM UTC
Dawn
Part 1::::::::::::::::::::: Desert valley in waiting austere walls of cloud blow not up and away but in impending status hanging flashes over boreal sky birds' wings suddenly alight started by the voice of the divine and the aroma of ozone now lighting on wet pavement hisses as man and beast scramble for shelter Part 2:::::::::::::::::::::::: Rain in the gutter splatter invisible matter all penned walls are white tears of the Hopi cactus river saguaro salvation
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Feb 23, 2010
Feb 23, 2010 at 5:13 PM UTC
Desert Storm 1&2
feeling as ifstuck in rewind an old cassette perpetually turning towards anachronism like sepia toned photos yesterdays memoirs revealed your sunshine and the absolute absence of clouds
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Feb 23, 2010
Feb 23, 2010 at 5:12 PM UTC
A Moment of Clarity