There is not much to say: These are my thoughts. This is my world. This is how it comes through in my head. You are welcome to wander within. Just remember, Kill nothing but time. Take nothing but pictures. And leave nothing but footprints.
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Poems of the Solitary Mind: Walking
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Poems of the Solitary Mind. There is not much to say: These are my thoughts. This is my world. This is how it comes through in my head. You are welcome to wander within. Just remember, Kill nothing but time. Take nothing but pictures. And leave nothing but footprints. Saturday, June 08, 2013. Past the desert tower of solitude I have began a path to a strange new land. Each step counting towards a destination which origins remain a mystery to me. I'll figure this one out soon. Lie still to be journeyed.
Poems of the Solitary Mind: June 2013
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Poems of the Solitary Mind. There is not much to say: These are my thoughts. This is my world. This is how it comes through in my head. You are welcome to wander within. Just remember, Kill nothing but time. Take nothing but pictures. And leave nothing but footprints. Saturday, June 08, 2013. Past the desert tower of solitude I have began a path to a strange new land. Each step counting towards a destination which origins remain a mystery to me. I'll figure this one out soon. Lie still to be journeyed.
Poems of the Solitary Mind: February 2011
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Poems of the Solitary Mind. There is not much to say: These are my thoughts. This is my world. This is how it comes through in my head. You are welcome to wander within. Just remember, Kill nothing but time. Take nothing but pictures. And leave nothing but footprints. Sunday, February 06, 2011. Listen to the whispers,. Be watchful of the falling stars. A wish, just a thought, can travel light years back and forth. There are nights painted crowded,. Given life by the hundreds. Follow the lines,.
Poems of the Solitary Mind: May 2016
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Poems of the Solitary Mind. There is not much to say: These are my thoughts. This is my world. This is how it comes through in my head. You are welcome to wander within. Just remember, Kill nothing but time. Take nothing but pictures. And leave nothing but footprints. Monday, May 16, 2016. Lost in the Green. The fog seems to have ran its course. Too far away to remember. Lost amongst the waves of navy ships. Somewhere in the tropics. Far from that place I once called home,. Swim against the tide. And tha...
Poems of the Solitary Mind: And Here We Are Expectations
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Poems of the Solitary Mind. There is not much to say: These are my thoughts. This is my world. This is how it comes through in my head. You are welcome to wander within. Just remember, Kill nothing but time. Take nothing but pictures. And leave nothing but footprints. Wednesday, June 05, 2013. And Here We Are Expectations. Never did ever a rabbit thought:. What fun what fun to waiger on! For I am far from plans and goals. The mind, the mind, what joy. What else can you do, but enter. Let them be found.
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Eme Aki: February 2008
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La manifestación virtual de la existencia humana subjetivamente narrada por un interlocutor que todavia no ha decifrado ni a la vida misma ni a sus consecuencias e ironías subyacentes. Friday, February 01, 2008. Dejame. enterrarme en tu piel. Dejame. intentar vencer al placer. La corriente viva de tu mar. Se me escapa del presente. Sin dejar ni rastro ni señal. En la víspera del tacto. Se graduaba con intensidad. Que me arrastra hacia la inmensidad. Quiero saber lo que llevo por dentro. Se nos fue el ayer.
Eme Aki: May 2008
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La manifestación virtual de la existencia humana subjetivamente narrada por un interlocutor que todavia no ha decifrado ni a la vida misma ni a sus consecuencias e ironías subyacentes. Thursday, May 29, 2008. This morning was miserable,. Gray and dull, slow and senseless. I feel as sick as the sky,. The wind through my lungs burns on it's way out. The eve announces the day, so they say. The morning was miserable,. Tuesday, May 27, 2008. Como una sustancia que te nubla los sentidos. Se paraliza el tiempo,.
Eme Aki: September 2008
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La manifestación virtual de la existencia humana subjetivamente narrada por un interlocutor que todavia no ha decifrado ni a la vida misma ni a sus consecuencias e ironías subyacentes. Thursday, September 11, 2008. Esta ansiedad prematura,. Y regresa cuando quiere. Como un azote en blanco,. Y la llaga del engaño. Una bofetada de mentiras,. Y el sin-sabor de antaño. Se vierte y se recoje. Me pierde y me absorbe. Te recuerda, . Pero también me impone. The question will drive you. The need will find you.
Eme Aki: September 2009
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La manifestación virtual de la existencia humana subjetivamente narrada por un interlocutor que todavia no ha decifrado ni a la vida misma ni a sus consecuencias e ironías subyacentes. Saturday, September 12, 2009. I'm just sitting here, this place is a mess. You're not staying here, you're not even there. The city's asleep, or trying to wake. And I never knew, just how hard it would get. I never believed, this life could just end. Instead of relief, this heart lies in pain. This is my comfort.
Eme Aki: April 2009
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La manifestación virtual de la existencia humana subjetivamente narrada por un interlocutor que todavia no ha decifrado ni a la vida misma ni a sus consecuencias e ironías subyacentes. Saturday, April 18, 2009. Se cayó el cielo. Y la luna estalló. El instante, oscuro. Bajo un umbral sin color. A riendas sueltas el momento,. Se perdió tanto de esto. Y mi respirar olvidé. La idea, esa ternura. Consumida en esta enorme locura. Como cuando el viento cambia de repente. Como cuando evitas su mirada. You you st...
Eme Aki: April 2007
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La manifestación virtual de la existencia humana subjetivamente narrada por un interlocutor que todavia no ha decifrado ni a la vida misma ni a sus consecuencias e ironías subyacentes. Sunday, April 22, 2007. Como saliendo de una espesa nube de recuerdos. Como siguiendo la pista de un animal herido. Rastreando la aurora con semblante partido. Mirando hacia atrás, relegando al olvido. Me extiendo, me levanto, me enredo y me arranco. A los pies de tu sombra,. La consciencia me inhala,. Pálida y tibia,.
Eme Aki: October 2006
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La manifestación virtual de la existencia humana subjetivamente narrada por un interlocutor que todavia no ha decifrado ni a la vida misma ni a sus consecuencias e ironías subyacentes. Wednesday, October 18, 2006. Weaver spins the threads. Weaver spins his thoughts. Weaver sees it upright. Weaver learns to play. We rise like the scent of morning,. And weep as the day unfolds. We lay on our thoughts forgotten,. And pray we can still uncoil. From the dream,. From the shades inside our head. Girl In The Fire.
Eme Aki: November 2009
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La manifestación virtual de la existencia humana subjetivamente narrada por un interlocutor que todavia no ha decifrado ni a la vida misma ni a sus consecuencias e ironías subyacentes. Tuesday, November 17, 2009. The line of me. Is the fire within. To myself I lie. Despite a thousand beliefs. The line of this. Is my bursting within. Rising behind the cover. More than alive its surreal. In spite of this. These flailing arms around me seem to be. The only thing that grounds me into being. A line in me.
Eme Aki: October 2008
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La manifestación virtual de la existencia humana subjetivamente narrada por un interlocutor que todavia no ha decifrado ni a la vida misma ni a sus consecuencias e ironías subyacentes. Monday, October 27, 2008. You've got to bleed a little while you sing. Less the words don't mean a thing. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). The time has come the zalrus said, to talk of many things. View my complete profile. Girl In The Fire. Poems Of The Solitary Mind.
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Poems of the Inner Spark. Poems of the Inner Spark. January 26, 2014. I have created a new book. It is called, “Poems of the Inner Spark. You can find it at Amazon.com. Http:/ www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb sb ss i 4 5? Url=search-alias%3Daps&field-keywords=poems%20of%20the%20inner%20spark&sprefix=poems%2Caps%2C168&rh=i%3Aaps%2Ck%3Apoems%20of%20the%20inner%20spark. And a sample,. As I begin I wait. I make like progress. I go to the end. I reach for the end. I seek the end. I yell out loud. I punch the air.
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Journals of the Kaleidoscope
Journals of the Kaleidoscope. Floating thoughts, wild muses. idle imaginative wanderings and the children of my fleeting moments with solitude. Come away O human child, to the waters and the wild. With a fairy hand in hand, for the world's too full of weeping. Than you can understand.". Friday, August 19, 2011. Float quietly whispering waves. Borne upon the restful air,. Caressing the moon's lonely face. As if the world hath no care. Saturday, September 4, 2010. Dreaming of the Hero. The absence of your ...
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Poems of the Last Descent. 8220;As the spirit wanes, the form appears.” Charles Bukowski. August 22, 2016. July 28, 2016. July 4, 2016. The alligator snaps the wig in place. Pretending to be first in the race. We allow a victory to save face. Tiny legs and arms rum rum rum. Tiny little fingers on the dough. What the beast doesn’t see, the beast doesn’t know. Share on Facebook (Opens in new window). Click to email (Opens in new window). Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window). May 30, 2016. Click ...
The Orion
Tuesday, January 24, 2006. Have everything below already total of 19 poems. Does the midterm poem have to be posted. Monday, December 19, 2005. Term 2-Entry 10-Final Letter Poem-French Noble to Louis XVI at brink of French Revolution. My king this country is in the state of chaos. In a few years everything may be a loss. The peasant are rioting, frequently. Fighting for the bread of life. People hate the monarchy. Attempting with a knife,. To do away with the government. Because of the great resentment.
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Poezia este ochiul care plange. Ea este umarul care plange, ochiul umarului care plange. Sus prin crangul adormit,. A trecut in taina mare,. De cu noapte, risipind. Din panere de argint,. Primavara, cui le dai? Primavara, cui le lasi? Se-nalta abur moale din gradina. Pe jos, pornesc furnicile la drum. Intind spre cer ogeacuri fara fum. Pe langa garduri s-a zvantat pamantul. Si ies gandacii-Domnului pe zid. Ferestre amortite se deschid. Sa intre-n casa soarele si vantul. Iuti ca albinele,. Innecuri, sfars...
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Poems of the Solitary Mind
Poems of the Solitary Mind. There is not much to say: These are my thoughts. This is my world. This is how it comes through in my head. You are welcome to wander within. Just remember, Kill nothing but time. Take nothing but pictures. And leave nothing but footprints. Monday, May 16, 2016. Lost in the Green. The fog seems to have ran its course. Too far away to remember. Lost amongst the waves of navy ships. Somewhere in the tropics. Far from that place I once called home,. Swim against the tide. And tha...
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Http:/ www.ar-dar.com. 8:12 am • 1 February 2017. ميك اب رقيق 2015، اجمل ميك اب للنجوم 2015. Mdash;——–. 1606;بدأ مع الحواجب. 1573;بقاء عينيه في مكان. 1605;يك اب رقيق 2015 ، اجمل ميك اب للنجوم. 1605;نع ماسكارا من التلطيخ. 1578;طبيق ماكياج مقاوم للماء. 8:12 am • 1 February 2017.
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Poems of The Underclass
I Am We Are Animal. The orgasm still in your eyes. Beginning to shrink, now. And did you know. While looking at the wall. As you held me. It seemed so carnal, you know. As meat-eaters We are. And I felt like a fraud. Because I wanted to write. And, I know. You didn't come here for that. I am obsessed with words, NOW. Only because we are dying. These words will be. All that will remain. April 12, 2012. I was animal today. Words by Shane - Memoirs of a Heroinhead. When they come to get us My Love. That I c...
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MASKS - The Collected Poems of Tolbert Jones Small
Tuesday, January 13, 2009. MASKS Has Moved to a Web Site! Please redirect your web browser to the. New MASKS web site. Just click the link above or copy/paste the URL:. Http:/ sites.google.com/site/maskspoetryofdrtolbertsmall/. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). 169; 2008, Tolbert Jones Small. This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 Unported License.
