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I saw a lame man walking,
Thu, June 2, 2011 - 3:20 AM
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He was full of bitter gall. I heard a dumb man talking Of his rise, misstep and fall. I felt a mad man stalking And I wondered if at all; If he’d finally got the message If he’d really heard the call? I saw a blind dissenter In a room as dark as pitch; Where no sound was apt to enter ‘Cept the cries of a nightmare witch. So she followed where he sent her Like some old seasoned bitch To a place that was wracked asunder. Laying low in the self-same bed, ... read more 
What’ere begot you then begot me too
Tue, May 31, 2011 - 6:27 AM
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A light to no one but myself it’s true What’ ere portends on me descends on you And what’ere you know, now know you knew. Or then what’ere you do I’ll do to you Though new is old and bold are few. Thou gross assembly of unconscious beings Why dost thou vanquish peace from here and there? For my small voice and wholesome ear Is little competition for your prattling tongues and restless minds. Pray prithee kiss thy elbow if thou might Or hold th... read more 
So there, now know when
Fri, February 4, 2011 - 3:44 AM
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Either now or again In the land of “Know-where” Where the Known never knows With some knowse or know-how Just how the wind blows...somehow Or why some weather vane goes So, so. So, so... “So what”, you might ask For this wearisome task Of poesy sow, and some dozy doh Though you don’t give a damn For a magical charm intended for you With an Allah-kazam and an Allah-kazoo; Where violets are read And roses grow blue? Say what’s that hippie shit ‘Bout ... read more 
I’ve learned to search my heart
Tue, November 2, 2010 - 2:41 AM
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To guide me through this present time, I’ve learned to search my subtle mind And to select the proper time and space To play my poets’ part; I’ve learned to search my heart. I’ve learned to search my body too, Lest it might harbour any ill towards My subtle heart and mind, they often do And if my conscience can remove The conflicts borne of hate and love, I’ve learned to search my heart. I’ve learned to search my mind Too often I’ll construe W... read more 
On days when I am in a daze,
Tue, November 2, 2010 - 2:39 AM
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In sullen mood I sit and think And gaze upon the paper and the ink Or stare beguiled and wonder if I filed the nib enough and is it stiff? Or should I pour another drink? I gather rose-buds while I may On days when I am in a daze, And wonder when I’ll reach a phase Of cool uncertainty in such a way As I won’t be concerned, and happily Rest upon the lessons learned? In night time splendour I withdraw, I turn the key and lock the door, On days when... read more
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