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8 Mile Love Graffiti: March 2011
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Thursday, March 17, 2011. Green river most holy. I wade my bare feet. Into your purifying flow. Away from noise and smoke. Where your voice is wind. A laugh I've died to hear. But I ask you;. If my mortal sins. By your cold blood. To the mother ocean. And beg your forgiveness. For listening to your voice. Instead of your words. On this matter of souls. As they walk on by. Labels are no alternative to understanding: Love. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. Death of a friend. What do you...
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8 Mile Love Graffiti: Flotsam and Jetsam
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Monday, October 25, 2010. It was a long walk. Her thoughts all over the map,. The bus schedule lit by. The traffic crossing town,. Right through the door. Quickly to the neon lit bar. Where he'd just finished. One, two, was working. On a third vodka straight. Poked him in the ribs. Let him know she was. And the fires in Detroit. Burned early that night. And the planets aligned. To the world of man. And Lazarus rose from. And the bomb dropped-. Millions more were born. With a million more bombs. There are...
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8 Mile Love Graffiti: October 2010
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Friday, October 29, 2010. She screams at her nosferatu. On the threshold of her house. Every night the ritual. She throws a liquor bottle. It shatters to diamonds and mash. In front of his car door. Screeching to departure on cue. I’ve seen her throw herself. On the rusting hood of his car. Or smack his side window. With her open hand. She has broken glass before. As easily as she's broken herself. And for the ground that she gained. She just as easily gave in. To the monster near dawn. It was a long walk.
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8 Mile Love Graffiti: June 2011
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Thursday, June 2, 2011. Wormwood (Another Ode to Bukowski, the 2nd such.). Dead by the streetlight. Off the desert floor. A hooker is dodging cars. While living in the midnights. Really, it can't be that easy. Dead by the TV tray:. Half a pop tart. The future is in the now,. And turns out it's nothing. Taste the gasoline mai tai;. Dead by the bedside:. Gives me a twitch. Dead by the hand that. And rubs my belly. Labels are no alternative to understanding: Bukowski. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Today, the ...
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8 Mile Love Graffiti: Parallels
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Thursday, October 20, 2011. I hear the piano playing. And smell the breeze. Wafting from the dragonfly’s wings. Springtime tells us stories. That smell this sweet,. And so does an autumn sunset. Of the horizonless lake. As the waves say hello. And our feet see the sand. For all the trillion miracles. That it has always been,. Eyes falling only to fly high. The old mariner’s bell. The light and the dark. Are brothers after all. Labels are no alternative to understanding: death of a friend. A poet's corner...
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8 Mile Love Graffiti: Monsters
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Friday, October 29, 2010. She screams at her nosferatu. On the threshold of her house. Every night the ritual. She throws a liquor bottle. It shatters to diamonds and mash. In front of his car door. Screeching to departure on cue. I’ve seen her throw herself. On the rusting hood of his car. Or smack his side window. With her open hand. She has broken glass before. As easily as she's broken herself. And for the ground that she gained. She just as easily gave in. To the monster near dawn. Or at least thats...
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8 Mile Love Graffiti: April 2010
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Tuesday, April 6, 2010. Labels are no alternative to understanding: Betrayal. Saturday, April 3, 2010. Remember when we built the tower? It stretched to heaven, so we might. Look Him in the eye. We worked so well together,. You and I, with only our hands. And tongues. We were slaves. Building higher and higher. Until it seemed nothing would be. Beyond our reach, and anything. We conspired to do would be. We would see Him as an equal,. Atop the shrine built to our past. We remembered the Apple,. Just give...
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8 Mile Love Graffiti: Green River
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Thursday, March 17, 2011. Green river most holy. I wade my bare feet. Into your purifying flow. Away from noise and smoke. Where your voice is wind. A laugh I've died to hear. But I ask you;. If my mortal sins. By your cold blood. To the mother ocean. And beg your forgiveness. For listening to your voice. Instead of your words. On this matter of souls. As they walk on by. Labels are no alternative to understanding: Love. March 17, 2011 at 10:37 AM. Very beautiful poem. Im with Charles on that line. But t...
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8 Mile Love Graffiti: Seasons of The Witch
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Friday, October 8, 2010. Seasons of The Witch. Drifting above the mire-. A cool damp mist shroud. Gray on gray on black. And as I lay down. Overcome by her touch. Her sweet black magic,. The last thing that I know:. Is only for the season;. Her kiss, her tongue. Only for her true lord. I am a thief. I am a victim. A skull on a silver chain. A memory of weakness. Whispered by the moon. To the nightbirds calling. The names of the dead. And forgotten in the wake. Of her misty cloak of. Ultra Toast Mosha God.
