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Finding Jester: January 2011
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Sunday, January 23, 2011. To claim the fabulous. Expressing my inner fabulous is much easier to do with delightful clothing- and it inspires brilliance in others. Last night I was at the Steampunk Exhibition Ball. In Seattle. I was deeply inspired by the beauty of my fellow Volunteers and Attendees. I looked ok, too :). And now, poetry! What it looks like inside. Is not always visible. On the resolve of the interior. To the river before us. Always never looking forward back to the. Who of all of you.
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Finding Jester: May 2011
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Friday, May 27, 2011. A Letter To Myself. It's like we're buckets and waterfalls. But every bucket has a hole. And then you say, have you found a plug yet? It doesn't have to be perfect but. You have the power over your hole. Your plug is yours to control. Remember your plugged is your power. And your waterfall, this nourishing bliss. Can be given wisely or poured amiss. So where does that sacred water go? Does it spill over, or hit the rocks down below? And tell me how you know. Past Comes to Life.
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Finding Jester: A Letter To Myself
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Friday, May 27, 2011. A Letter To Myself. It's like we're buckets and waterfalls. But every bucket has a hole. And then you say, have you found a plug yet? It doesn't have to be perfect but. You have the power over your hole. Your plug is yours to control. Remember your plugged is your power. And your waterfall, this nourishing bliss. Can be given wisely or poured amiss. So where does that sacred water go? Does it spill over, or hit the rocks down below? And tell me how you know. Past Comes to Life.
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Finding Jester: Hymn
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Thursday, May 9, 2013. All day the twin melting helix of. Souls dancing in the moon and wind. A ritual deflation, dusty hands. Spread wide and chapped raw, reaching. Towards the glowing eyes and gaping. Maws of 1,000 spirits in a whirlpool. And the stars shine over us all. Wrap this hope in a cocoon of solitude,. Rest it in emerging golden rays with sparrows singing. As the leaves reach and cover you in grace. Waiting for your safe return to our glittering shores. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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Finding Jester: Spiders
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Tuesday, April 12, 2011. Awoke slick hard and trembling. To the stars and night sky day. Analogy, knowing and wanting. To understand these complex. Interweavings with the midpoint. Threads looming, bound into. Boundless freethinking. Howto. Deflect by diameter when the truth. Is both, dear, neither, and free each in. Moments best kept interseparated? The ways we touched our souls, selves. Praygasping in the pew and aisle tell you. Story's depth and intimate pride to stand. Total eclipse of the fart.
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Finding Jester: November 2010
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Monday, November 29, 2010. The night so cold the fires went out,. It must have been 1983. She hated how. His love for her played dead. When she walked into the room. Maybe we should go to the movies and. You can confuse me for the one onscreen. With the smoking gun. You can say how. Cruel I was, like you told me about her. Call off your dogs. When we open that. Door to the sea, will it mean healing. Morpheus cannot finish songs. Aphrodite sung without bridge repair. Friday, November 26, 2010. Sharing the...
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Finding Jester: January 2013
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Wednesday, January 16, 2013. Way, my walk watched and. Weighted, always on a scale of thumbs. And I cease to be myself again,. Surfeited definitions like bent hands on Salvador's clock. All you cocks figure it out,. I'll be in my vagina bubble awkwardly predicting each one of you. Onto the colored lights by name. But let me make clear:. My legs are not spread to your mock or like or silence. Toys and go home. I AM YOUR FATHER. And I dance in your brined uncertainty at everything. Past Comes to Life.
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Finding Jester
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Tuesday, August 13, 2013. California, in hospitals and jails. You are the street's shadow-kissing. White wombs and leaving gore. Dripping from the future of every. We will have our blondes, by bleach. The executioner's wife dreams of living. Three sizes under the expected zone. Labeled erogenous. How cold. We are prisoners of this war;. You wrap us up in helixes. You think you see, your false. Security blanket leaves us cold. And rotting on the ground. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Back in the game.
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Finding Jester: Herstory Check
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Wednesday, January 16, 2013. Way, my walk watched and. Weighted, always on a scale of thumbs. And I cease to be myself again,. Surfeited definitions like bent hands on Salvador's clock. All you cocks figure it out,. I'll be in my vagina bubble awkwardly predicting each one of you. Onto the colored lights by name. But let me make clear:. My legs are not spread to your mock or like or silence. Toys and go home. I AM YOUR FATHER. And I dance in your brined uncertainty at everything. Past Comes to Life.
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Finding Jester: December 2010
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Wednesday, December 15, 2010. My open letter to Amazon.com- In solidarity with Daniel Ellsberg. Dear Amazon Corporation,. Until then, I'm voting with my dollar- and against you. In Solidarity and Justice, Lance Worth. Thursday, December 9, 2010. Marriage = capitalism: it unifies physical possessions and allots literal (tax and finance) and metaphorical currencies to those to whom access granted. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Past Comes to Life. Back in the game. Lies and awful truth. Ships, Trains, and.
