#nonetheless - Hello Poetry

~for patty m.~ and all the others that surrender their truths word by word by word ~ get paid by the word. nothing particularly relevant-familiar to a poet-revenant. we the Falstaffs, the literate fools of the world, pay and pay on, pay forwards and backwards once eons ago, in a confession blurted, in a moment of spent outrageous misfortune: *”what you did not ask was this! With each passing poem, I am lessened within, expurgated, In a sense part of me, expunged, Part of me, passing too, Every poems birth diminishes me.”* this is our only pay-out & pay-meant methodology.

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Dec 1, 2019

Dec 1, 2019 at 9:38 AM UTC

false-poets

we are not paid by the word, but pay nonetheless...

~for patty m.~ and all the others that surrender their truths word by word by word ~ get paid by the word. nothing particularly relevant-familiar to a poet-revenant. we the Falstaffs, the literate fools of the world, pay and pay on, pay forwards and backwards once eons ago, in a confession blurted, in a moment of spent outrageous misfortune: *”what you did not ask was this! With each passing poem, I am lessened within, expurgated, In a sense part of me, expunged, Part of me, passing too, Every poems birth diminishes me.”* this is our only pay-out & pay-meant methodology.

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What a divided people - like an eagle with wounded wings lost in a consumer world chasing shadows of silly things. The downside of "prosperity" and we're sliding down fast - like every other puffed-up political power in the past. This is what it looks like to have entirely too much - ravaged in the heat of battle with ghosts we can't see or touch.. Bathing in lavish luxury.. steeped to our necks with waste - defending sinking sand castles and casting stones through cyberspace. The dawn of a new age and everyone is entitled to an opinion. Everybody and nobody's wrong, and many words are ways of winning. The implosion of a nation, but it's all the government, right? No need to blame consumers fueling fires we claim to fight. What a divided people - like an eagle with wounded wings lost in a consumer world chasing shadows of worldly things.

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May 11, 2019

May 11, 2019 at 9:35 PM UTC

JA-Perkins

Wounded Wings

What a divided people - like an eagle with wounded wings lost in a consumer world chasing shadows of silly things. The downside of "prosperity" and we're sliding down fast - like every other puffed-up political power in the past. This is what it looks like to have entirely too much - ravaged in the heat of battle with ghosts we can't see or touch.. Bathing in lavish luxury.. steeped to our necks with waste - defending sinking sand castles and casting stones through cyberspace. The dawn of a new age and everyone is entitled to an opinion. Everybody and nobody's wrong, and many words are ways of winning. The implosion of a nation, but it's all the government, right? No need to blame consumers fueling fires we claim to fight. What a divided people - like an eagle with wounded wings lost in a consumer world chasing shadows of worldly things.

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It feels like walking on the wrong side of the street to know what I don't want and the one I want could rather belong to me but to the other side of the world. Sometimes things are so clear, It's so much easier if I'm out of touch I won't lend , the evil it might seem, by chance on my feet standing up. Like a negative, reversed I see a simple truth in backlit design that you'll always mean to me, nonetheless, that I'm alive.

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Mar 27, 2016

Mar 27, 2016 at 9:34 AM UTC

lucreziamn

Nonetheless

It feels like walking on the wrong side of the street to know what I don't want and the one I want could rather belong to me but to the other side of the world. Sometimes things are so clear, It's so much easier if I'm out of touch I won't lend , the evil it might seem, by chance on my feet standing up. Like a negative, reversed I see a simple truth in backlit design that you'll always mean to me, nonetheless, that I'm alive.

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There was a love Living deep in the Melting plastic of Molding bottles of water, Barely breathing breaths Of spray paint and Rusting needles, Bond only by the Yellowing, lip-like cracked Pages of a story Written between the margins of a novel.

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Sep 7, 2014

Sep 7, 2014 at 6:32 PM UTC

III

Trashbag Passion and Cigarette Smoke Kisses

There was a love Living deep in the Melting plastic of Molding bottles of water, Barely breathing breaths Of spray paint and Rusting needles, Bond only by the Yellowing, lip-like cracked Pages of a story Written between the margins of a novel.

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