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4.16.10Shoegazing. The first time I heard of it, I understood it immediately. Some may be hard-pressed to find the attraction in the stillness of the spotlight, but any modern romantic envisions with ease the dust on the tops of well-worn Converse, scraped from the warped wooden floors of the old warehouse/depot/theater/other artifact of urban decay turned venue. Such mighty inwardness may produce confidence in the "performer," but true faith, as such a focused person must know, comes from truly knowing thyself. From these fragmented origins spring the music, the serene meditation of one lifting higher the soul of the watchers. He does not know that he has watchers. All is as it should be. / Stargazing. It's been many a year since my earnest forays into the night, trying to capture the clean green-dusk scent that also unaccountably exists in the ugly, fragrant shelves of the public library. Who of those that take the time to look does not appreciate the night sky? It is an open mysticism, inviting, to some calling, with less of the hypnotic tricks like incense and smoky air but more compelling draughts of equal parts mystery and light. Light, for our nature; only the sort of dark mystery that alludes to more of the nature of ourselves, more essence. Future. But to open myself to the sky is to become sensitive, seemingly undesirable to the warm, smoky fragrance of an always inward and reflecting (stagnating) heart, which is why recollection caught me unprepared when she referred to the relation of my posture to the drably speckled slabs of ceiling as perfect stargazing. With the recollection of such charged memories, I was more surprised when she leaned awkwardly back against my knees and called it / Stargazing.
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Dec 5, 2010
4.27.10It may seem peculiar indeed / To have not paid homage / To this Nightguard of Poetry
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Dec 5, 2010
About My Best FriendOne Day / We're going to stand / Under that one bright red arch
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May 2, 2012
A Day of On-and-Off RainI am studded / With jewels, / For once not dismissed
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Dec 9, 2010
AndersonLeave me here. / Your lovely face / Is more terrible
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Dec 9, 2010
A Person in a Capsule in an Envelope in a WorldThis is my decoration. / No seriously. / A picture in paper,
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May 10, 2011
A Prohibited SpeechWalking through the haze of life / Too often numb to feel the strife / Until the Jester's parting shot,
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Dec 5, 2010
Arriving in WashingtonThe notes began to float like bubbles through the air / And I, in unprecedented wisdom, made no move / To catch them as they wound about my hair.
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Jan 27, 2011
Be MineAm yours / Was yours / Still yours
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Dec 5, 2010
CatCat, how does it feel / To know that no matter / If your eyes are of steel
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Mar 9, 2011
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