January 9, 2006
It’s rare, but if you ever get a chance
to hear him sing inbetween the red woods
Listen
If you ever see him seduce a chiropractor
Watch and learn
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Authentic and Honest Relationships,
Axolotl,
Bodyworkers,
Burningcontact,
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Conscious Relating,
Contact Improv Dance,
A half minute on the phone for a political canvassing effort sparks a cascade of personal reactions and perspectives. I'm selectively presenting these interpretations of what actually happened. These particular perspectives out of the variety may offer some insights into how a power struggle can manifest. The logic between two people playing a silly game within a serious context. That is racism and its progenitor- the impetus for control.
Thu, October 16, 2008 - 10:35 AM
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Moving like moth and monkey
Tue, September 30, 2008 - 11:05 AM
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impulses spark the tyranny of time i may step aside into a smooth mist of a moment smells of minerals become complex molecules in vegetables and animals I fill space via sound of voice throughout the city canyon conversing in echo, a city emphatic paraphrases back, if its clear and Loud ENOUGH ENOUGH ENOUGH NOUGH UGH GH H h h move as molasses in the bustling cosmopolitan masses spark and flow oh! go! go! NOW GO! YaEah! Run amuk run and jump leap and... read more
Another night in a place sprawling with plants growing
Tue, September 30, 2008 - 10:56 AM
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Asymmetric sculptures of shadow They hold in swaying caress particles of stars and pieces of moon What do i feel This tingling in my torso when my eyes touch the trees Vibrancy Life force Wonder of it As if a plant were to bloom from without my chest To greet the companions about me Am i something of a plant whose roots are my mind moving slower is my second nature moving quicker my animal nature i am nature we are one ... read more
How many poems and prose offer the celestial bodies as reference to the author's beloved. Now really, I can believe it. Feelings of being at home in this vast mysterious cosmos. On the soft rumpled sand of a beach, in a caress of balmy gentle breeze, witness to scintilating heaven, embraced by the endless dark mystery, I am at home in this vastness. As in love, the warm familiar, yet forever unfolding into the edges of the unknown.
Sun, August 6, 2006 - 7:57 PM
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When I think of her it is as I recall these feelings for th... read more
I am in love and my love knows not.
Mon, April 10, 2006 - 7:50 PM
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She cares but little and has no want. These are the times When million dollar pop songs are born. Pop songs never die They just get old And fade away. Like this sadness. This sadness can go its way. Now thats country. You see how the sad can go. But which way not do we for certain know. My open heart has walls with wide open windows that lets one flutter or linger, Be it fly, bird or the tempest outdoors. Come on collin lets dance in this ra... read more
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January 9, 2006
It’s rare, but if you ever get a chance to hear him sing inbetween the red woods Listen If you ever see him seduce a chiropractor Watch and learn
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