jose-alba - Hello Poetry

I’m looking at the presentness, Tomorrow breaks off like it makes no sense. Yesterday begins to fade; past tense. Today will vanish as I engage and not pretend to surf the waves ‘cause I’m actually just riding them. At this breakpoint awareness has no imagination. Tomorrow does and yesterday is misrepresented by shoddy memory. I leave no room for ambiguity.

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Jul 13, 2013

Jul 13, 2013 at 4:02 PM UTC

Presente

I’m looking at the presentness, Tomorrow breaks off like it makes no sense. Yesterday begins to fade; past tense. Today will vanish as I engage and not pretend to surf the waves ‘cause I’m actually just riding them. At this breakpoint awareness has no imagination. Tomorrow does and yesterday is misrepresented by shoddy memory. I leave no room for ambiguity.

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Ambiguity in mind I reach inside to scoop out groups of build up. Throw them on the wall sit in my chair and twirl my paintbrush like paint these concepts begin to dry I kick the seat aside and add color to all implied by the lines who were array’s of something and never had a life.

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Jul 13, 2013

Jul 13, 2013 at 3:46 PM UTC

Naked Brain

Ambiguity in mind I reach inside to scoop out groups of build up. Throw them on the wall sit in my chair and twirl my paintbrush like paint these concepts begin to dry I kick the seat aside and add color to all implied by the lines who were array’s of something and never had a life.

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Incompatible? So they say some things are. But even the teeth on a zipper need applied pressure to fit in perfectly. Compatibility takes work, just saying.

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Jul 13, 2013

Jul 13, 2013 at 1:16 PM UTC

2 cents.

Incompatible? So they say some things are. But even the teeth on a zipper need applied pressure to fit in perfectly. Compatibility takes work, just saying.

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