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pokerpoet
I love cards .... and words.
The crickets chirp and the toy dog has stopped barking It's time for the 1:00 a.m. assessment of what is and what can be The total darkness as I lie in bed is interrupted subtly by the faint silhouette of the ceiling fan And I keep thinking of all that has passed and all that is yet to come and I feel unfulfilled John Lennon once said that life is what happens as you're making plans for life, and the road map that I had at a much younger age is not my present reality I cannot undo what is done but maybe I can commence a new path cognizant of physical emotional and mental limitations but limitless within that frame And who knows maybe in a few months as I lie down in bed at 1:00 a.m. I'll be chirping along with the crickets.
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Oct 8, 2024
Oct 8, 2024 at 2:24 PM UTC
Crickets
Sipping wine in the backyard The chilly air touches my skin The distant sound of traffic Shatters my oneness with being The hum of civilization Rudely interrupts my pact with nature And I remember I remember the carefree child Unburdened by yesterday's sorrows or tomorrow's worries Kicking a ball on a dirt field And I reach out my hand Will he remember me? For I never forgot you Please remember me
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Mar 13, 2024
Mar 13, 2024 at 11:43 PM UTC
Remember
I am In a word transfixed to a moment the epitome of evolution the pinnacle of creation I laugh triumphantly As my knife pierces the medium rare steak So civilized I am that rare breeze that has traveled the distance of so many sorrows a physical force borne of the contradiction between warmth and the abyss I am very respected I adjust the tie the trapezoidal patterns hide so coolly the noose around my neck a lynching of estimation in a two part drama I am leaning against the wall the flesh pressed against the graffiti my being transposed against someone else's thoughts its all a happenstance an accidental meeting without a gaze but for that commonality we have nothing in common I am a synapse I pass on the sensations of pain and pleasure without discrimination my free will in all its glory succumbs to a chemical reaction yet I must be more or maybe just maybe the knife I hold can pierce more than flesh I am floating on a stationary platform I choose my destiny I rearrange the order of confusion a train screeches to a halt a sea of ties and heels self assured smiles of the precise menu may I have the check please I am a random canopy of emotion I flutter in the breeze the clearest expression of being of breathing of wanting of feeling a rare glimpse a subtle smile a delicate touch of flesh against flesh its all too fleeting transparency and no more
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Jul 24, 2013
Jul 24, 2013 at 8:27 AM UTC
Transparency
On these parallel blue lines, I'll make hand movements, which will be typed and stored on my laptop, in a random looking sequence of 0's and 1's.
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Mar 8, 2013
Mar 8, 2013 at 6:09 AM UTC
Parallel Blue Lines
The smell of daisies The laments of crazies Catch me in a daze Deviate your gaze From a rat in a maze What should not phase Standing in a haze And inhaling the elixir of illusion.
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Mar 6, 2013
Mar 6, 2013 at 4:01 AM UTC
Razed
without you, I see forms with you, I see a face without you, I see a line with you, I see a circle without you, I see a shade with you, I see the color without you, my diaphragm moves with you, I breathe without you, I see a flicker with you, I see the stars without you, I eat with you, I savor without you, I lie down alone with my demons I stare at a point on the ceiling I imagine your head resting on my diaphragm and moving slowly as I breathe
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Feb 24, 2013
Feb 24, 2013 at 6:27 AM UTC
Without You