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On Politics: On the death of an evil man and the enemy to replace him...
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Tuesday, May 3, 2011. On the death of an evil man and the enemy to replace him. Below, find some thoughts and some rants on the recently announced death of Osama bin Laden. This was originally written as a private journal entry, but I decided it'd been a while since I posted anything on this blog, so I figured I'd share. Brought this on ourselves. We have been arrogant and we have been quick-to-act. We have done harm for which we should, reasonably, expect some form of backlash. Cosmos: A Personal Voyage.
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On Politics: May 2011
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Tuesday, May 3, 2011. On the death of an evil man and the enemy to replace him. Below, find some thoughts and some rants on the recently announced death of Osama bin Laden. This was originally written as a private journal entry, but I decided it'd been a while since I posted anything on this blog, so I figured I'd share. Brought this on ourselves. We have been arrogant and we have been quick-to-act. We have done harm for which we should, reasonably, expect some form of backlash. Cosmos: A Personal Voyage.
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Time Is Poetry: February 2015
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Thursday, February 26, 2015. You feel the pounding. You sweat with each. Hard beat of my heart. I know I've warned,. But you've never heeded. And I'm looking more. It's you or I. You always get me. I hope for the best, but nothing changes. I'm sorry." Radical Face. Wednesday, February 25, 2015. Sometimes, I start. How I got here,. How I got to you. As far as they need to. Touch the clouds,. But I can see. They shine in my eyes,. But I want to see. I Can Make You Feel Young Again. Asleep in a corner.
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Time Is Poetry: July 2015
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Thursday, July 30, 2015. And I Will Do the Same. You confess so very little. With so much still to tell,. It turns your tongue to brittle. As your lungs begin to swell. The music in your fingers. Sings a different kind of truth. And if my words still linger. Some might find it uncouth. To dip and dabble in a dream. So real and yet so distant. That has me ripping at my seam:. So biting and so brilliant. It's real if it floats through our air. Down to our blood and bones. And no one promised love was fair.
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Time Is Poetry: I Thought the Moon was Out
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Wednesday, July 08, 2015. I Thought the Moon was Out. I thought the moon was out,. So I called it by your name. And never did I have a doubt. That you would do the same. But, in fact, it was a street light. Merely mocking at my longing,. Laughing with a searing bite. At my attempted fawning. I just wanted you to see me,. For you to feel my flesh,. But through this fog you cannot see. And I am such a mess. So, I tossed and turned around my bed. And hid beneath my sheets. I'd wrap myself in you instead.
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Time Is Poetry: June 2015
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Friday, June 26, 2015. Behind locked eye lids,. I see myself revealed:. Spent in amiable arms,. I trace a shy smile. With my own lips. And know the language. My own heart speaks. I've fallen in love. The promises on their lips,. The safety in their arms,. Their bright, shining armor,. And their sea green eyes. I want no other dream,. No other swirling specter,. No other eyes in bloom. If I hear my name. Roll off your tongue,. I swear, I'll never wake. Friday, June 12, 2015. May Nothing Ever Come Between.
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Time Is Poetry: October 2013
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Monday, October 21, 2013. A young widow sleeps. With her soldier's ghost. With vows to keep,. In her own sorrow. In the ground he'll lay. And soon take root. Old dog tags,. It's just a fraud,". It's all a lie. The oaths, he swore. Caused him to die. For his nation,. Is what you spout. For your hypocrisy,. With a shudder,. Assured and defiant,. She will not hide. She has no fear. She knows the coward. Her path now clear. WWI soldier and poet) from his 'Statement'. Then They Came for Me. You were miles away.
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Time Is Poetry: Shook
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Thursday, August 06, 2015. I need all of your dark clouds. And the smell of rain. My brain is talking far too loud;. She's trying to explain. I need the falling of the leaves. And your long-sleeved shirt. Perhaps I really am naive. And so it always hurts. I think you're in the wind now. You whispered out my name. You kissed me quick atop my brow. So that I would remain. The one who's always waiting here,. So wishful and so willing. Right and wrong are so unclear;. It's just my guts I'm spilling.
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Time Is Poetry: December 2014
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Friday, December 19, 2014. I once saw you. In the dim dawn. Our minutes were few. And then you were gone. To the wrong coast,. Believed the lie,. The hours passed,. But I never asked. You held my strings. You've seen my hand. But you're a memory,. And so I sing. And so I walk. And so I cling. And wring and balk. And so I write verses. That turn into curses. Because you are such. Yet, I still clutch,. St Robinson and his Cadillac Dream. But really Kasey Anderson and the Honkies. Friday, December 12, 2014.
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Time Is Poetry: Line by Line
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Tuesday, July 07, 2015. I'll tell you all my secrets. You'll read them line by line. I only write in present tense,. But only sometimes rhyme. Around me, I have built a fence. Behind which I opine,. But if you break down this defense,. I promise you'll be mine. So we lay glowing in the grass to watch the sun swamp with the moon, trade our future for our past, present tense was all we knew." Kevin Devine. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). I'm racing towards the one mistake that locks me in my place.".
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