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Losing My Religion | Philisapher
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Give me timbre, give me tremor, give me trouble. This is something different. A song I’ve interpreted into naked poetry. This entry was posted in music. June 30, 2016. This Is Your Job →. One thought on “ Losing My Religion. July 10, 2016 at 7:17 am. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. Notify me of new comments via email. This Is Your Job.
My titles | Philisapher
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Give me timbre, give me tremor, give me trouble. I don’t want to be a rural library. Full of expected titles. Thrillers with predicted deaths. A hero atrophied by his own ego. Loving a sugary woman with closed lips. Chapters of long gazes and held breaths. A history book finishing at 1984. And incorrect African geography. I want to be the tiny bookstore. With a blue front door. Only found by a strange set of wooden stairs. I want second hand titles. No one has read since 1972. I want to be a secret.
Thursday morning in the garden | Philisapher
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Give me timbre, give me tremor, give me trouble. Thursday morning in the garden. Her faux fur drapes across her shoulders. Atop a bra made from dense black lace. Matching her long faded lipstick. Her legs dangle like water droplets. As she sits on his lap. Both of them pinch their wine glasses like tiny teacups. The content spilling as the talk together. A story of misadventure from the night before. They swear in unison. Throwing f’s and c’s. She laughs at the catastrophe. Keeping straight back stance.
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Give me timbre, give me tremor, give me trouble. Thursday morning in the garden. Her faux fur drapes across her shoulders. Atop a bra made from dense black lace. Matching her long faded lipstick. Her legs dangle like water droplets. As she sits on his lap. Both of them pinch their wine glasses like tiny teacups. The content spilling as the talk together. A story of misadventure from the night before. They swear in unison. Throwing f’s and c’s. She laughs at the catastrophe. Keeping straight back stance.
Paint Some Trees | Philisapher
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Give me timbre, give me tremor, give me trouble. It doesn’t snow here. The ice would marry the red dirt. And the ghost gumtrees. Would become a canvas. For blood red handprints. I see my breath instead. Winter catching in my throat. Cold stuck in my lungs. The icy breeze gets in my knuckles. It swells my bones. And scares my body. From the inside out. Pushing needles through my skin. Fifty years from now. When the cold is too much. And my body old. I will envy the very day. I am living now. June 23, 2016.
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Spare Me | Electrical Banana
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The h is silent. – Gandhi. April 1, 2013. Seems we’re a bit overexcited. As solstices are approaching. So the very last seasonal poem. Has made its way to my reads. I don’t want to be rude, I get it. This winter was a long and hard one. Snow, ice, their affective disorders. Soup, hibernating, sad songs. So the same old Spring approaches. We’re all deja-vu inspired. But flowers, chirps, and cut grass. Are topics of which I’ve grown tired. I’d bet that up next is next Summer. Pens uncap the following Fall.
To Smile in the lowest Places | muags
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To Smile in the lowest Places. There is a glass of wine. It is your duty to find the. Glass of truth, the goblet. It is your mission here in this experience. To seek a conduit for novelty. The universe rewards risk. Where the plan has gaps and voids. You will become paranoid. And god bless this moment. This is what you have been. A chance for growth. To sweat sweet visceral. To smile in the lowest places. And laugh at full. To feel your soul explode. And see the seas wind. Blow into a girls dress.
Night River | Heart Poetry
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A great WordPress.com site. November 9, 2013. Near the night river in a far country. Hear the howls of glowing eyes. She the shriek from yearning homelands. Savage soul in lustful warmth. Now we touch in distant darkness. Feel to feel and taste desires. Dawning dew on meadow beddings. Wakening wiles in naked shivering’s. A craving coil within my pelvis. An oozing oomph inside our lives. This shining serpent of ecstatic aberrance. Transudes our trance by primordial dance. We are the lust in spurring bloom.
December | 2013 | Heart Poetry
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A great WordPress.com site. Monthly Archives: December 2013. December 4, 2013. Now I left this world But there was much left already on its trail Yet I don’t regret anything Because there was nothing to regret As I was and as I somehow still very well am, I am a magical miracle A fringe of hope Flying around amongst tree tops in the groves Moves in … Continue reading →. Call of the Night Panther. Story Fairy's Library. Idle Thoughts and Fevered Dreams. The Abuse Expose' with Secret Angel. Andy Kaufman�...
Dead End | Heart Poetry
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A great WordPress.com site. February 21, 2013. All the hungry hounds. Rage against the fence. Grits of greedy jaws. Eye to Eye,. Nose upon your prowl. Gulp your living life. The Mountain God →. One thought on “ Dead End. February 22, 2013 at 7:42 am. Angry and vibrant. Nom. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. Call of the Night Panther. A blog...
November | 2013 | Heart Poetry
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A great WordPress.com site. Monthly Archives: November 2013. Call of the Night Panther. November 12, 2013. I’m just a little boy who moves like a night panther, Through the dusky bedrooms, vibrant out of female fragrance. Meanders the magical lust along silken skin on swollen flesh. Touch my hands over the craving life nerves, into the carnal desires. I am doomed to expose every hearts lie of contentment Sacrifice my love, … Continue reading →. November 10, 2013. November 9, 2013. ROXI ST. CLAIR. Idle Th...
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A great WordPress.com site. February 9, 2013. Oh, Luminous, From the depths of pitch darkness We stride on unseen pathways Each crossroad become a meeting. Hooh, search sweeping back and forth Every movement speaks the night Tells of the hidden in trees and rock. Glints embrace the tarn and stream Scents are always true Stories made of instinct More candid than the … Continue reading →. February 8, 2013. January 30, 2013. January 29, 2013. It was like tiny raindrops within him Lingering wet, but insignif...
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Wear a Dress | Electrical Banana
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The h is silent. – Gandhi. June 21, 2013. 8220;The next time that I see you. You had better wear a dress. So I can get to all your skin. In five seconds or less”. I hope she shows up ready. For my sweaty intentions. I’ll start wherever I want to. And work her every inch. I hope she smells of woman. And tastes like a hot mess. I know she’ll call out my name. And I hope she wears a dress. She says, “That’s hot. Super hot.”. She’ll be here for sure. I hope its soon because we’re fire. From → My Writing.
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That Splinter Line | Electrical Banana
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The h is silent. – Gandhi. March 17, 2013. 8220;Hey, boy. I’ve been watching you. Whatchya got growin’ out there? 8220;Come see. Turnips, radishes, beets. The last harvest of the year. If you would like to help me glean. I’d appreciate the assistance.”. He looks as if he’s reeling inside. I could see this from a distance. 8220;Whatever it is that’s irking you. I will listen and do my best. Tell me what life has thrown your way. I’ll litigate, lay it to rest.”. I never know quite what to expect. It’...
September | 2013 | Heart Poetry
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A great WordPress.com site. Monthly Archives: September 2013. September 21, 2013. It was in early May, when thimbleweed were dazzling in the slopes and thickets, when the soil still was embedded in the autumn grizzled leaf and whitened last year’s grass. The small river was holding up all the brimming water, as it seemed to have been waited too long in slumbering winter. Waited, despite the … Continue reading →. Call of the Night Panther. Story Fairy's Library. Idle Thoughts and Fevered Dreams. Where mus...
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Philisapher | Give me timbre, give me tremor, give me trouble
Give me timbre, give me tremor, give me trouble. Thursday morning in the garden. Her faux fur drapes across her shoulders. Atop a bra made from dense black lace. Matching her long faded lipstick. Her legs dangle like water droplets. As she sits on his lap. Both of them pinch their wine glasses like tiny teacups. The content spilling as the talk together. A story of misadventure from the night before. They swear in unison. Throwing f’s and c’s. She laughs at the catastrophe. Keeping straight back stance.
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