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Soul Meets Body: A Poem In Protest
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Tuesday, November 04, 2008. A Poem In Protest. Did not want to be born. Into the 20th century. I would rather be describing. Of my lover's embrace. I would rather be searching. And his missing syllables. But I am vomiting. This splintering song of a poem. Trapped like a tangled scream. Split open and raw in the chest. This is a poem standing in protest. Riding into yet another century. Tomahawk missile in the air. This is a poem bearing witness. To US sanctioned bullets. Of 13-year old boys. The testoste...
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Soul Meets Body: Jeffry
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Monday, October 02, 2006. Born January 15, 1982. Lived till September 29, 2006. I am in shock and disbelief. My heart is heavy with sadness. My friend, Jeff was such a kind and caring person. Posted by Maile X. Johnston. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). A Friend Called Hatred. Kpfa 94.1 fm.
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Soul Meets Body: why bother?
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Tuesday, May 13, 2008. Why bother to breath. Really though, who gives a [fuck] in the end? Why bother to live. Because they wouldn't notice if I were gone. Why bother to love. When you will never love me; no matter [fucking] what. Is {ALMOST} too much to take. So why even bother,. Because even if I do survive all of this shit. I'll never have you in the end. Posted by Maile X. Johnston. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Kpfa 94.1 fm.
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Soul Meets Body: New Project
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Friday, May 30, 2008. I've recently began doing tracing stencils. My plan is to spray paint over the newly-cut-out stencils on t-shirts. I figured I needed something to keep me productive this summer. Sure, I'm taking a summer course, but it's online. So I'll still have all my thoughts crammed into this small wacky and colorful space that is my brain. Here are a few wrks of art I'm working with. Posted by Maile X. Johnston. Labels: art. retro. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Kpfa 94.1 fm.
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Soul Meets Body: Psychopathic Prison
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Tuesday, May 13, 2008. I'm stuck inside this prison. I cannot break the lock. I cannot squeeze throughout the bars. My passage ways are blocked. I cant't escape this horrid hell. Through the barricades; cannot see. For even though I want out bad. I'm broken like the key. In the shadows I cannot hide. For you all can clearly see. No matter how much I cover up. I am glass; you can see through me. I cannot break these bars; again. I cannot run and hide. So I guess I'll wait with this hor. Kpfa 94.1 fm.
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Soul Meets Body: November 2008
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Tuesday, November 04, 2008. A Poem In Protest. Did not want to be born. Into the 20th century. I would rather be describing. Of my lover's embrace. I would rather be searching. And his missing syllables. But I am vomiting. This splintering song of a poem. Trapped like a tangled scream. Split open and raw in the chest. This is a poem standing in protest. Riding into yet another century. Tomahawk missile in the air. This is a poem bearing witness. To US sanctioned bullets. Of 13-year old boys. The testoste...
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Soul Meets Body: October 2006
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Tuesday, October 10, 2006. A Friend Called Hatred. An imaginary friend called Hatred. Hatred is my only friend. Hatred understands me,. I love Hatred,. And Hatred loves me. Hatred has a friend named Pain. I soon found comfort in Pain. And Pain became my friend too. I embraced Pain and Hatred and brought their souls unto mine. Sex and Violence also came into the picture,. And through Sex and Violence I felt I became whole. I found comfort in Sex,. Sex filled an empty whole. I found freedom in Violence.
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Soul Meets Body: September 2006
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Sunday, September 10, 2006. El amor es tan importante como la comida. Pero no alimenta. Posted by Maile X. Johnston. 191;Qué es poesía? En mi pupila tu propia pupila azúl. 191;Qué es poesía? 191;Y tú me lo preguntas? Poesía . eres tú! Posted by Maile X. Johnston. A youn girl stood with hands. Deep in her jean pockets. Waiting to write letters on a clean blackboard. Words that ran together,. And broke like the mismatched plates. In her mother's cupboard. She learned words,. Where the young girl stood.
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Soul Meets Body: A tease a minute longer
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Friday, April 13, 2007. A tease a minute longer. In my t-shirt and the polk-a-dot panties you love. The ones you took off oh-so softly that night we played with candle wax. My lights are turned down low. I ask if you're by yourself. Discovering the folds of my elbow. To my right temple. Wait to crawl below. Your tongue would lead the way if you were here. Hands massaging my breasts. But i'm doing ok with your voice. Whispering on the phone. As you're touching yourself too. I would love to kiss you.
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Soul Meets Body: May 2008
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Friday, May 30, 2008. I've recently began doing tracing stencils. My plan is to spray paint over the newly-cut-out stencils on t-shirts. I figured I needed something to keep me productive this summer. Sure, I'm taking a summer course, but it's online. So I'll still have all my thoughts crammed into this small wacky and colorful space that is my brain. Here are a few wrks of art I'm working with. Posted by Maile X. Johnston. Labels: art. retro. Tuesday, May 13, 2008. I'm stuck inside this prison.
