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Standing outside this narrative: A POEM TO BE READ BY BEES AND SPIDERS
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Standing outside this narrative. Wednesday, April 7, 2010. A POEM TO BE READ BY BEES AND SPIDERS. To live like a bee, to live like a spider. While keeping the ocean of human emotion. Ignore that it would weigh a ton). Though clearer you see with an overview wider. And seeing that way can be fun),. To be them just might give the proper perspective. On how life unfurled in your own little world,. Your will was to build up your own perfect house on the hill. You sought out to spin. You sit and you think.
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Standing outside this narrative: May 2010
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Standing outside this narrative. Friday, May 14, 2010. Maybe It Wasn't Designed to Last. I'm new to making buildings. But give me what I need. And I'll start making something. A sight for the unseen. I could make anything I want. I could make it tall. And reach new heights. Kids can paint some ugly pictures. And call me a kid. With the job I did. For what I made won't last a living. This rickety thing will come down. And cover the spot where it falls. An embarrassing smile for this part of town.
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Standing outside this narrative: A JESTER IN MY OWN COURT
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Standing outside this narrative. Monday, April 19, 2010. A JESTER IN MY OWN COURT. Everyday you stand in the way. You stand in the way of my path. Why don't I just walk right around you today. So easy to just walk around you. How are you today". I give in a bit of my time. Your arm you display. Come join me this way. Come join me and I'll show you something that pleases your mind". I have something to do". You had something to do". I had something to do but I guess it can wait for a while".
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Standing outside this narrative: May 2008
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Standing outside this narrative. Friday, May 30, 2008. Composed on the piano. We will cover all our windows. Just to dance a lot. Pleasantly we'll be loud. For a company we want. Singing of the day. Parking in a lot. And it doesn't make a difference where we're from. Singing of the year. As we're holding tools that we don't use. I believe we're sorry, but we'll never lose. But out here in the country. Making all the right things easy. Keep it holding up our home. Cause it will be here. Singing of the year.
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Standing outside this narrative: April 2010
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Standing outside this narrative. Monday, April 19, 2010. A JESTER IN MY OWN COURT. Everyday you stand in the way. You stand in the way of my path. Why don't I just walk right around you today. So easy to just walk around you. How are you today". I give in a bit of my time. Your arm you display. Come join me this way. Come join me and I'll show you something that pleases your mind". I have something to do". You had something to do". I had something to do but I guess it can wait for a while". But nothing g...
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Standing outside this narrative: HIDDEN POTENTIAL
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Standing outside this narrative. Wednesday, April 7, 2010. Ahh, there you are. Where did you come from. You must have been hidden somewhere. First you pour into me. Now you are me. Now you change me like I'm the incredible hulk. Or the incredible coward. Where do you go and why can't I always have you? Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). A JESTER IN MY OWN COURT. EVOLVED TO SEE RIGHT THROUGH IT. IN MY OWN FOREST. A POEM TO BE READ BY BEES AND SPIDERS. View my complete profile.
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Standing outside this narrative: April 2008
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Standing outside this narrative. Wednesday, April 16, 2008. This is the Time (and This is the Real Time). And driving on the line. As we sing of locations together. Moving down the one way streets. And leaving things behind. With signs to remind us it's over. Regretting how fast we have sped. Cause we're always leaving. And saying so long. To the places on the way. Now we're always talking. Of our leavings on the line. As scientists dig and uncover. The ride that we spent on four legs.
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Standing outside this narrative: June 2008
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Standing outside this narrative. Thursday, June 12, 2008. Six colors to play. No trees in the way. Can you design me a path. Red ball rolls into black. Feels so good where I am. I don't know if I should send you. Too far to come back. Through the wicked greens and doors. To poison and forget the track. So whose turn is it now. To move colors around. I don't know if I should send you. Too far to come back. Through the wicked greens and doors. Well that's just fine. We're just playing a game.
