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Dec 21, 2019
Dec 21, 2019 at 11:08 AM UTC
maxneumann
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black, white, brown red, blonde, brunette blue, amber, emerald everyone so different no one the same short, tall, thin, fat every size, shape divergent, unique Spanish, French, Japanese Latino, Asian, Vietnamese north, south, east, west England, Morocco, Paraguay child, adolescent, adult heart, lung, eyes, brain soul, spirit, mind fear, love, pain, strength unalike......identical
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Nov 30, 2010
Nov 30, 2010 at 7:13 PM UTC
toni-2
World
black, white, brown red, blonde, brunette blue, amber, emerald everyone so different no one the same short, tall, thin, fat every size, shape divergent, unique Spanish, French, Japanese Latino, Asian, Vietnamese north, south, east, west England, Morocco, Paraguay child, adolescent, adult heart, lung, eyes, brain soul, spirit, mind fear, love, pain, strength unalike......identical
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but I am a different kind of adventurous. even if I only dance with others, or hit whistle notes with Brett, even if Joe's the only one I'd kiss without a single regret I love long car rides, I'll take your shift, I'll let you sleep an extra two hours I love the smell of sunscreen and graham crackers and how I've been sitting in these shorts for too long that there has to be a sweat stain. I don't know, have you ever had cheetos at a rest-stop before Modesto? We'd make it to Santa Cruz on time. I may not climb the Himalaya's with you, or go to Paraguay because I'm afraid of chronic diarrhea, but I am so much more than my fears. Have you ever had cheetos at a rest-stop before Modesto?
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Jan 13, 2014
Jan 13, 2014 at 10:59 PM UTC
broooke
A Thousand Interestings.
but I am a different kind of adventurous. even if I only dance with others, or hit whistle notes with Brett, even if Joe's the only one I'd kiss without a single regret I love long car rides, I'll take your shift, I'll let you sleep an extra two hours I love the smell of sunscreen and graham crackers and how I've been sitting in these shorts for too long that there has to be a sweat stain. I don't know, have you ever had cheetos at a rest-stop before Modesto? We'd make it to Santa Cruz on time. I may not climb the Himalaya's with you, or go to Paraguay because I'm afraid of chronic diarrhea, but I am so much more than my fears. Have you ever had cheetos at a rest-stop before Modesto?
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Tonight my gums ache Because of the sin of 2:41 am And the cigarettes I stole from you After we drank the red wine Your father exclaimed was royal And originally drank by Paraguay princes. I returned home dizzy with fatigue And empty of joy and sorrow Apathetic because I am not engaged So I thumb my phone book to find Anyone who will talk or kiss Me numb, tonight. I can't sleep after because the box fan is purring And the October air is not Devoid of Magnolia scent and hope So I lay in my bed with crumbs Sticking to my stretch marked hips Taunting me even beneath the barracks of my sheets. I saw no sky-moon when you left So I smoked another Camel Crush On the back porch watching you leave Once our lips sanded the sin permanent Into our raw faces and pulsing fingers Smacking "joyful joyful-be filled! Filled!" I barricade pillows against the concrete headrest That my inherited mattress sleeps on So the cold has to try harder, tonight Even though your lips felt dry and your sighs left ghosts exhaling In my mind and neck and ***** This is how I justify sleep tonight: An attempt to evade sins damnation And my nature that, by Tuesday, Will be able to paint over The deep white lies you tongue Painted across my prickled body. Come, rest and restore my soul To its belief that words are sharp Though the imprints of your nails And the burgundy couch fabric Left on my body and on my soul Are eulogized by the alarm clock set for 702am.
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Oct 13, 2012
Oct 13, 2012 at 1:48 PM UTC
cyril-blythe
Blondee, babe
Tonight my gums ache Because of the sin of 2:41 am And the cigarettes I stole from you After we drank the red wine Your father exclaimed was royal And originally drank by Paraguay princes. I returned home dizzy with fatigue And empty of joy and sorrow Apathetic because I am not engaged So I thumb my phone book to find Anyone who will talk or kiss Me numb, tonight. I can't sleep after because the box fan is purring And the October air is not Devoid of Magnolia scent and hope So I lay in my bed with crumbs Sticking to my stretch marked hips Taunting me even beneath the barracks of my sheets. I saw no sky-moon when you left So I smoked another Camel Crush On the back porch watching you leave Once our lips sanded the sin permanent Into our raw faces and pulsing fingers Smacking "joyful joyful-be filled! Filled!" I barricade pillows against the concrete headrest That my inherited mattress sleeps on So the cold has to try harder, tonight Even though your lips felt dry and your sighs left ghosts exhaling In my mind and neck and ***** This is how I justify sleep tonight: An attempt to evade sins damnation And my nature that, by Tuesday, Will be able to paint over The deep white lies you tongue Painted across my prickled body. Come, rest and restore my soul To its belief that words are sharp Though the imprints of your nails And the burgundy couch fabric Left on my body and on my soul Are eulogized by the alarm clock set for 702am.
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Every hour of every day, In some clichéd way, I think of you At least twice. I’m a friend, I know. You say it too much, It chafes me raw. Are you really that dense?   Or maybe it’s a ruse, A system you’ve devised To keep me at bay, Because you just don’t feel The same way. I’m crazy about you, I admit, If you saw me now, You’d recognize the guilt, Brightly scrawled across my face, Like a neon sign: The coffee, the talks, the long walks? All excuses, Preambles for profound, passionate ********** That never materialized. I don’t think it ever will. Adieu!  Farewell my friend,   I wish you all of life’s best, I’ll cross the sea to forget you and rest, Sail somewhere faraway, Like Portugal or Paraguay. Then, On a lonely afternoon, You’ll phone for yet Another friendly talk, Expecting me – your anchor, your rock,   Steam will blow out your ears hissing: ‘She is missing!  She is missing!’ Will you sigh and say, ‘Ah!  My Love has gone away’?
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Nov 23, 2013
Nov 23, 2013 at 3:05 PM UTC
bionic-woman
Jim II
Every hour of every day, In some clichéd way, I think of you At least twice. I’m a friend, I know. You say it too much, It chafes me raw. Are you really that dense?   Or maybe it’s a ruse, A system you’ve devised To keep me at bay, Because you just don’t feel The same way. I’m crazy about you, I admit, If you saw me now, You’d recognize the guilt, Brightly scrawled across my face, Like a neon sign: The coffee, the talks, the long walks? All excuses, Preambles for profound, passionate ********** That never materialized. I don’t think it ever will. Adieu!  Farewell my friend,   I wish you all of life’s best, I’ll cross the sea to forget you and rest, Sail somewhere faraway, Like Portugal or Paraguay. Then, On a lonely afternoon, You’ll phone for yet Another friendly talk, Expecting me – your anchor, your rock,   Steam will blow out your ears hissing: ‘She is missing!  She is missing!’ Will you sigh and say, ‘Ah!  My Love has gone away’?
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Let me go in the Dark I want to be in there In the space of corpulent, infectious glands Swallowing innocence with labyrinthine hands Let me be one with the Night My home is over there In a place of ubiquitous fears And a plethora of basking tears Let me soak in the abyss The void is so near A comely figure, an evocative sadist and protégé Dripping candle wax on me in San Lorenzo, Paraguay Let me walk among ghosts In the Portal Del So hotel Tossing back Xanax; Vicodin with a liquor chaser Gin and vermouth, ***** anything to forget her. Let me wait in living purgatory With other pods of skin When the wind shakes the barley, back home Where a wife and son never left me alone. Let me go in the dark Past the tortured guilt and sorrow Where a family is made of flesh and not ash Where a house remains and the fires don’t last Let me cry and weep in silence In a room with rotting drapes A static-channel TV, a two blade ceiling fan People engulfed in one another, A demon  for a man Let me shower in cold, thickening blood Standing atop broken medicine cabinet glass So many packs a day of cheap cigarettes and loose women None ease the pain like the morphine in the kitchen. Let me go into the chasm The vein snake is thirsty. I take a little more each time it feeds But maybe not waking up is what the snake needs Let me sleep in the dark While infomercials for prayer play Juxtaposed to a zealous vagabond and father The last serpentine dosage for a broken martyr   Let me go in the dark Let me see them again I’ll wait and watch the room shrink And hope my eyes never dilatorily blink.
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May 4, 2013
May 4, 2013 at 4:29 PM UTC
trevor-gates
Let me go in the Dark
Let me go in the Dark I want to be in there In the space of corpulent, infectious glands Swallowing innocence with labyrinthine hands Let me be one with the Night My home is over there In a place of ubiquitous fears And a plethora of basking tears Let me soak in the abyss The void is so near A comely figure, an evocative sadist and protégé Dripping candle wax on me in San Lorenzo, Paraguay Let me walk among ghosts In the Portal Del So hotel Tossing back Xanax; Vicodin with a liquor chaser Gin and vermouth, ***** anything to forget her. Let me wait in living purgatory With other pods of skin When the wind shakes the barley, back home Where a wife and son never left me alone. Let me go in the dark Past the tortured guilt and sorrow Where a family is made of flesh and not ash Where a house remains and the fires don’t last Let me cry and weep in silence In a room with rotting drapes A static-channel TV, a two blade ceiling fan People engulfed in one another, A demon  for a man Let me shower in cold, thickening blood Standing atop broken medicine cabinet glass So many packs a day of cheap cigarettes and loose women None ease the pain like the morphine in the kitchen. Let me go into the chasm The vein snake is thirsty. I take a little more each time it feeds But maybe not waking up is what the snake needs Let me sleep in the dark While infomercials for prayer play Juxtaposed to a zealous vagabond and father The last serpentine dosage for a broken martyr   Let me go in the dark Let me see them again I’ll wait and watch the room shrink And hope my eyes never dilatorily blink.
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To the Anti-American Teacher…We Knew You Were Pro-World A clause in your contract slated your signature for patriotism. You never signed, they never checked, but you took down your flag after that. They didn’t check that either. So, you stripped and tacked and taped and striped all the flags from all the world to the walls. On the east, sat Uraguay, and Paraguay, and Peru. On the west, we went to Austria, and Hungary, and Bangladesh for good measure. But the north wall was your northern star – the shining one among the rest. The Chinese stars of social class contrasted against the five-pointed red one, the one next to the ending of a Tsar in a February Revolution, a marking point found – not in our textbooks – but in all the places you have been. Oh, the places you’ll go, you began. In Israel, you had gone in your college years, and you learned of bamboo tattoos in Thailand, but Korean was a class you completed in France of all places, and I never had the chance to see the locations of the south wall. You were fired. Over night, they tore you from the walls, lone of which, they left the tape tacked up in four corners, a collection in each place of a flag we once saw before us. In my desk, you slipped a map inside. Oh, the places you’ll go, you wrote. Such a sorrowful tune.
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Oct 24, 2014
Oct 24, 2014 at 2:47 AM UTC
shannon-a-thompson
To the Anti-American Teacher...We Knew You Were Pro-World
To the Anti-American Teacher…We Knew You Were Pro-World A clause in your contract slated your signature for patriotism. You never signed, they never checked, but you took down your flag after that. They didn’t check that either. So, you stripped and tacked and taped and striped all the flags from all the world to the walls. On the east, sat Uraguay, and Paraguay, and Peru. On the west, we went to Austria, and Hungary, and Bangladesh for good measure. But the north wall was your northern star – the shining one among the rest. The Chinese stars of social class contrasted against the five-pointed red one, the one next to the ending of a Tsar in a February Revolution, a marking point found – not in our textbooks – but in all the places you have been. Oh, the places you’ll go, you began. In Israel, you had gone in your college years, and you learned of bamboo tattoos in Thailand, but Korean was a class you completed in France of all places, and I never had the chance to see the locations of the south wall. You were fired. Over night, they tore you from the walls, lone of which, they left the tape tacked up in four corners, a collection in each place of a flag we once saw before us. In my desk, you slipped a map inside. Oh, the places you’ll go, you wrote. Such a sorrowful tune.
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There is only One job   For me to do To meet flesh And go right through I wonder How many Brother bullets Have I in this world Today And how many new Brothers Are born Every day How many die Because of me And how many Suffer injury Good thing I don’t Have a mind Where I go I don’t decide Could be any soldier But without his body armour If he wears a metal hat I couldn’t go through that Could be a baby In his pram In Siam Or Amsterdam In London Town Or Paraguay But More likely In The USA Could be A newly-married girl Anywhere in the world Or maybe A holy priest Anywhere In The Middle East Good thing I don’t Have a mind Where I go I don’t decide Sean Hunt  June 13 2016
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Jun 13, 2016
Jun 13, 2016 at 3:31 PM UTC
sean-hunt
Mission Statement Of A Bullet
There is only One job   For me to do To meet flesh And go right through I wonder How many Brother bullets Have I in this world Today And how many new Brothers Are born Every day How many die Because of me And how many Suffer injury Good thing I don’t Have a mind Where I go I don’t decide Could be any soldier But without his body armour If he wears a metal hat I couldn’t go through that Could be a baby In his pram In Siam Or Amsterdam In London Town Or Paraguay But More likely In The USA Could be A newly-married girl Anywhere in the world Or maybe A holy priest Anywhere In The Middle East Good thing I don’t Have a mind Where I go I don’t decide Sean Hunt  June 13 2016
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I carry an envelope half full of emptiness empty of hope addressed to someone who might understand someone in Paraguay or Nyasaland? A second class stamp because I can't afford any more. A swiss army knife for a wife, sharp. There is hope by the score, expensive though at the second hand store I wait in vain in pain for someone to say Je t'aime (which means love in French I think, but she can be Irish or anything just something) (ps it might mean something else in French, but it has a nice ring to the sound when I say it out loud so I hope it means love) One day this envelope will flake away before that day my day our day will get in the way.
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Jun 8, 2016
Jun 8, 2016 at 5:16 PM UTC
john-edward-smallshaw
The loneliest lost boy
I carry an envelope half full of emptiness empty of hope addressed to someone who might understand someone in Paraguay or Nyasaland? A second class stamp because I can't afford any more. A swiss army knife for a wife, sharp. There is hope by the score, expensive though at the second hand store I wait in vain in pain for someone to say Je t'aime (which means love in French I think, but she can be Irish or anything just something) (ps it might mean something else in French, but it has a nice ring to the sound when I say it out loud so I hope it means love) One day this envelope will flake away before that day my day our day will get in the way.
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¿Y fue por este río de sueñera y de barro que las proas vinieron a fundarme la patria? Irían a los tumbos los barquitos pintados entre los camalotes de la corriente zaina. Pensando bien la cosa, supondremos que el río era azulejo entonces como oriundo del cielo con su estrellita roja para marcar el sitio en que ayunó Juan Díaz y los indios comieron. Lo cierto es que mil hombres y otros mil arribaron por un mar que tenía cinco lunas de anchura y aún estaba poblado de sirenas y endriagos y de piedras imanes que enloquecen la brújula. Prendieron unos ranchos trémulos en la costa, durmieron extrañados. Dicen que en el Riachuelo, pero son embelecos fraguados en la Boca. Fue una manzana entera y en mi barrio: en Palermo. Una manzana entera pero en mitá del campo expuesta a las auroras y lluvias y suestadas. La manzana pareja que persiste en mi barrio: Guatemala, Serrano, Paraguay, Gurruchaga. Un almacén rosado como revés de naipe brilló y en la trastienda conversaron un truco; el almacén rosado floreció en un compadre, ya patrón de la esquina, ya resentido y duro. El primer organito salvaba el horizonte con su achacoso porte, su habanera y su ****** El corralón seguro ya opinaba YRIGOYEN, algún piano mandaba tangos de Saborido. Una cigarrería sahumó como una rosa el desierto. La tarde se había ahondado en ayeres, los hombres compartieron un pasado ilusorio. Sólo faltó una cosa: la vereda de enfrente. A mí se me hace cuento que empezó Buenos Aires: La juzgo tan eterna como el agua y el aire.
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Jorge Luis Borges
Fundación mítica de buenos aires
¿Y fue por este río de sueñera y de barro que las proas vinieron a fundarme la patria? Irían a los tumbos los barquitos pintados entre los camalotes de la corriente zaina. Pensando bien la cosa, supondremos que el río era azulejo entonces como oriundo del cielo con su estrellita roja para marcar el sitio en que ayunó Juan Díaz y los indios comieron. Lo cierto es que mil hombres y otros mil arribaron por un mar que tenía cinco lunas de anchura y aún estaba poblado de sirenas y endriagos y de piedras imanes que enloquecen la brújula. Prendieron unos ranchos trémulos en la costa, durmieron extrañados. Dicen que en el Riachuelo, pero son embelecos fraguados en la Boca. Fue una manzana entera y en mi barrio: en Palermo. Una manzana entera pero en mitá del campo expuesta a las auroras y lluvias y suestadas. La manzana pareja que persiste en mi barrio: Guatemala, Serrano, Paraguay, Gurruchaga. Un almacén rosado como revés de naipe brilló y en la trastienda conversaron un truco; el almacén rosado floreció en un compadre, ya patrón de la esquina, ya resentido y duro. El primer organito salvaba el horizonte con su achacoso porte, su habanera y su ****** El corralón seguro ya opinaba YRIGOYEN, algún piano mandaba tangos de Saborido. Una cigarrería sahumó como una rosa el desierto. La tarde se había ahondado en ayeres, los hombres compartieron un pasado ilusorio. Sólo faltó una cosa: la vereda de enfrente. A mí se me hace cuento que empezó Buenos Aires: La juzgo tan eterna como el agua y el aire.
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Good Nyet, Soon Sad late night Tweets Staged comings and goings To and from the tower On Fifth Avenue Red hat, white hat, ducks *** Hair-do, sinister Kubrickian sons The daughter of his darkest fantasies Pay no attention, shiny surfaces blind Us to henchmen nominees Foreign creditors and deals done In the shadow of onion domes The Constitution assaulted, old girl ****** and humiliated as if She were Miss Paraguay or A high end St. Petersburg call girl No, keep your eyes on the prize Investigations and charges Corruption in high places Discovery and deposition Congressional hearings and maybe, Just maybe, our old pal impeachment.
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Jan 15, 2017
Jan 15, 2017 at 4:30 PM UTC
dave-hardin
We say nyet
Good Nyet, Soon Sad late night Tweets Staged comings and goings To and from the tower On Fifth Avenue Red hat, white hat, ducks *** Hair-do, sinister Kubrickian sons The daughter of his darkest fantasies Pay no attention, shiny surfaces blind Us to henchmen nominees Foreign creditors and deals done In the shadow of onion domes The Constitution assaulted, old girl ****** and humiliated as if She were Miss Paraguay or A high end St. Petersburg call girl No, keep your eyes on the prize Investigations and charges Corruption in high places Discovery and deposition Congressional hearings and maybe, Just maybe, our old pal impeachment.
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Nationwide Insurance twas on my side yay cuz, earlier this July forth two thousand eighteen ja way windows closed, doors locked, and car keys visibly splayed on driver seat oye vay feel free to call me a horse's *** today utter anxiety compounded, plus unable to locate master key, thence fodder for poem and more to say rifling thru boxes without success, an impulse arose to call road upon learning policy doth include locksmith service, ah felt less doggone snappish, and uttered hoo ray though modest aye, congratulated awesome, fulsome, and handsome self on quick thinking, and automatically became less tiresome pondering for no particular rhyme nor reason (as a getaway) Panama or Paraguay then immediate decided, sans ditto explanation, but no how and nay yet honest to dog suddenly felt like a young lovestruck lad during month of May and without further delay a compulsion arose to putter along, though momentarily gazing heavenward and counting (just beak caws) glistening black crows plus painfully aware a spike in recurrent "senior" moment of forgetfulness grows, thus starkly aware significant rustiness increasingly, frightfully, and chokingly coats lix spit tillage harrows resuming schlepping dishabille crotchety bedeviled aching body electric irksome with fringe benefit (such as momentary lapse of reason) quite aware mettlesome ness of youth nonrefundable, non-reliable, and non-retrievable, and guaranteed continued pricking, viz nettlesome degenerating aging telomeres, sensate perspicuity, and oxysomes leaving a once robust person some what discombobulated and easily toilsome.
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Jul 4, 2018
Jul 4, 2018 at 7:39 PM UTC
matthew-scott-harris2p
Ode To An Oklahoma Locksmith
Nationwide Insurance twas on my side yay cuz, earlier this July forth two thousand eighteen ja way windows closed, doors locked, and car keys visibly splayed on driver seat oye vay feel free to call me a horse's *** today utter anxiety compounded, plus unable to locate master key, thence fodder for poem and more to say rifling thru boxes without success, an impulse arose to call road upon learning policy doth include locksmith service, ah felt less doggone snappish, and uttered hoo ray though modest aye, congratulated awesome, fulsome, and handsome self on quick thinking, and automatically became less tiresome pondering for no particular rhyme nor reason (as a getaway) Panama or Paraguay then immediate decided, sans ditto explanation, but no how and nay yet honest to dog suddenly felt like a young lovestruck lad during month of May and without further delay a compulsion arose to putter along, though momentarily gazing heavenward and counting (just beak caws) glistening black crows plus painfully aware a spike in recurrent "senior" moment of forgetfulness grows, thus starkly aware significant rustiness increasingly, frightfully, and chokingly coats lix spit tillage harrows resuming schlepping dishabille crotchety bedeviled aching body electric irksome with fringe benefit (such as momentary lapse of reason) quite aware mettlesome ness of youth nonrefundable, non-reliable, and non-retrievable, and guaranteed continued pricking, viz nettlesome degenerating aging telomeres, sensate perspicuity, and oxysomes leaving a once robust person some what discombobulated and easily toilsome.
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I got a big red digital watch, from Paraguay Sandels a short sleeve shirt, shorts, change, smoke a cigarette I am standing looking out to sea Wandering how it must have been To be moored there for six days In the sun and the sand and the rain and the sun and its flames burning
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May 25, 2017
May 25, 2017 at 1:54 PM UTC
u690438
Pappy's Song
I got a big red digital watch, from Paraguay Sandels a short sleeve shirt, shorts, change, smoke a cigarette I am standing looking out to sea Wandering how it must have been To be moored there for six days In the sun and the sand and the rain and the sun and its flames burning
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#Walter Becker  b. Feb 20, 1950 - d. Sept 3, 2017 With stocking face I bought a gun The plan was set the plan was done... Looked at my watch and started for the door Now the food here ain't so good no more And they closed the package store... [Chorus] Love your mama, love your brother Love 'em till they run for cover Turn the light off, keep your shirt on Cry a jag on me Oh Michael Oh Jesus you know I'm not to blame You know my reputation for playing a good clean game Oh Michael Oh Jesus I'll keep my promise when You turn that heartbeat over again My poison's named you know my brand So please make mine a double, Sam Stir it up nice I'll eat it right here This highway runs from Paraguay And I've just come all the way [Chorus] We warned the corpse of William Wright Not to cuss and drink all night Ticket in hand I saw him laid to rest But zombie see and zombie do He's here with me and you
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Sep 5, 2017
Sep 5, 2017 at 5:53 PM UTC
connecthook
Turn that Heartbeat Over Again
#Walter Becker  b. Feb 20, 1950 - d. Sept 3, 2017 With stocking face I bought a gun The plan was set the plan was done... Looked at my watch and started for the door Now the food here ain't so good no more And they closed the package store... [Chorus] Love your mama, love your brother Love 'em till they run for cover Turn the light off, keep your shirt on Cry a jag on me Oh Michael Oh Jesus you know I'm not to blame You know my reputation for playing a good clean game Oh Michael Oh Jesus I'll keep my promise when You turn that heartbeat over again My poison's named you know my brand So please make mine a double, Sam Stir it up nice I'll eat it right here This highway runs from Paraguay And I've just come all the way [Chorus] We warned the corpse of William Wright Not to cuss and drink all night Ticket in hand I saw him laid to rest But zombie see and zombie do He's here with me and you
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In which land? In which sea? In which island, I seek thee? Under the rising sun of Japan, or the moon-marked sky of Palestine? In Afghanistan or Paraguay, Italy or Guinea? Look! Look! The Mississippi is the tear of the people of the sun, slips on the face of the Gulf of Mexico; the Nile is the tear of thousands of Joseph, falling into the sea; the Himalaya is the restless heart of the earth, jumped out of its chest; Ceylon is a teardrop of the India, sitting in the corner of the ocean's eyes. Ah! Australia, faraway and distracted, Europe, stupefied and drugged, Africa, miserable and sad, Asia, pale and bad, America, red with anger and mad. Chilean poesy springs are dry, and Greece is at her wit's end. Aye! O magnificent dream, O Imam of the time, come with Christ!
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Feb 18, 2017
Feb 18, 2017 at 10:02 AM UTC
taherzarei
Savior
In which land? In which sea? In which island, I seek thee? Under the rising sun of Japan, or the moon-marked sky of Palestine? In Afghanistan or Paraguay, Italy or Guinea? Look! Look! The Mississippi is the tear of the people of the sun, slips on the face of the Gulf of Mexico; the Nile is the tear of thousands of Joseph, falling into the sea; the Himalaya is the restless heart of the earth, jumped out of its chest; Ceylon is a teardrop of the India, sitting in the corner of the ocean's eyes. Ah! Australia, faraway and distracted, Europe, stupefied and drugged, Africa, miserable and sad, Asia, pale and bad, America, red with anger and mad. Chilean poesy springs are dry, and Greece is at her wit's end. Aye! O magnificent dream, O Imam of the time, come with Christ!
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I read of this little orchestra of players who made instruments of trash reminded me how God uses strayers like Moses, David, and Johnny Cash recycled their failures into glory. They found a flash or flicker of faith to make a moving story. They gave their flaws to the Fixer. I see the detritus and lessons of my past a guy whose mind was all over the place who soared, swooped, leveled and crashed was thrown out reaching for second base whose heart was wounded, erratic and hurt but had a treasury of teachers on his path who inspired and encouraged the introvert to use words instead of physics or math. Yes, words became my friends opened vistas of meaning and learning paid limitless dividends set my curiosity and wonder burning. Fragments of imagination bubbled up like a spring moments of ****** inspiration of darkness and light took wing. The salve of poetry has brought healing its warm oils and sweet scent delivered me from darker feelings gave me vigor when I was spent gave me drink in the dessert brought me moments of glory in a world of hurt helped me tell my story. So like those Paraguay players making music from trash from all of life’s layers of flowers and ash I’ve been to the mountain peak and to fertile green places in my true voice I now speak and swim in glorious graces.
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Feb 16, 2019
Feb 16, 2019 at 9:27 AM UTC
glenn-currier
From Garbage to Glory
I read of this little orchestra of players who made instruments of trash reminded me how God uses strayers like Moses, David, and Johnny Cash recycled their failures into glory. They found a flash or flicker of faith to make a moving story. They gave their flaws to the Fixer. I see the detritus and lessons of my past a guy whose mind was all over the place who soared, swooped, leveled and crashed was thrown out reaching for second base whose heart was wounded, erratic and hurt but had a treasury of teachers on his path who inspired and encouraged the introvert to use words instead of physics or math. Yes, words became my friends opened vistas of meaning and learning paid limitless dividends set my curiosity and wonder burning. Fragments of imagination bubbled up like a spring moments of ****** inspiration of darkness and light took wing. The salve of poetry has brought healing its warm oils and sweet scent delivered me from darker feelings gave me vigor when I was spent gave me drink in the dessert brought me moments of glory in a world of hurt helped me tell my story. So like those Paraguay players making music from trash from all of life’s layers of flowers and ash I’ve been to the mountain peak and to fertile green places in my true voice I now speak and swim in glorious graces.
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Henry Kline Boyer Elementary School Evansburg, Pennsylvania circa ~ 1969 ADD: A(fter) D(umpster) D(diving). As a Halloween costume, that fifth year literally dug up materials, sans throw away wear during grade school, my father got veer re: brilliant idea for this sole son, which found gritty sanitation crew unclear but right at home on animal farm, and/or role with pigpen didst share this original getup cost Peanuts, but caused a big stink to rear up dressed depleted oxygen, and many classmate didst swear objectionable odor also induced eyes to tear. Missus Shaner (the talon clawed, shriveled queer looking relic of a dinosaur, who taught – for near lee a millennium fifth grade) gave me - up pair of gooey (Paraguay) “FAKE” genuine heir looms (bone a fide kitchen middens) artifacts mere wrack que less originally care lessly tossed out by indigenous: Guaraní, Ayoreo, Toba-Maskoy, Aché and Sanapan discovered in present day capital, dear lee benevolent holy city steeped in prayer: (Nuestra Señora Santa María de la Asunción). Authentic “FAKE” Central A mere reek'n (American) rank and file putrid bare lee tolerable plum rancid rotten ancient ******* handily found teacher to declare me the putative winner since everyone else passed out from the fetid air.
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Oct 21, 2018
Oct 21, 2018 at 1:55 PM UTC
matthew-scott-harris2p
Chief garbage taster – Fifth Grade “Poetaster”
Henry Kline Boyer Elementary School Evansburg, Pennsylvania circa ~ 1969 ADD: A(fter) D(umpster) D(diving). As a Halloween costume, that fifth year literally dug up materials, sans throw away wear during grade school, my father got veer re: brilliant idea for this sole son, which found gritty sanitation crew unclear but right at home on animal farm, and/or role with pigpen didst share this original getup cost Peanuts, but caused a big stink to rear up dressed depleted oxygen, and many classmate didst swear objectionable odor also induced eyes to tear. Missus Shaner (the talon clawed, shriveled queer looking relic of a dinosaur, who taught – for near lee a millennium fifth grade) gave me - up pair of gooey (Paraguay) “FAKE” genuine heir looms (bone a fide kitchen middens) artifacts mere wrack que less originally care lessly tossed out by indigenous: Guaraní, Ayoreo, Toba-Maskoy, Aché and Sanapan discovered in present day capital, dear lee benevolent holy city steeped in prayer: (Nuestra Señora Santa María de la Asunción). Authentic “FAKE” Central A mere reek'n (American) rank and file putrid bare lee tolerable plum rancid rotten ancient ******* handily found teacher to declare me the putative winner since everyone else passed out from the fetid air.
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