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Preacher, Tell Me of Heaven
2007-11-24 16:21:00
Preacher, tell me of heaven,if you must,of demons and angelsthat lurk in the twilightand thirst my sinful soul.Tell me of the shame I should feelfor my sex,for my passion,for the evil words I pour into this world.Tell meand I'll tell youof truth beyond the oxymoron,beyond the faceless faceand constant shame,I'll tell you of the roads you've pavedon top of crushed ivory and bone,of diamonds washed in blood of nigros,of Jews and pagans that are no more.And so we'll stand at the dawnof the age of reason, talking,and I'll say that tyrants don't live long,that freedom asks for no redemptionand we don't need your holy song.
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Montmartre
2007-11-24 16:16:00
Sacre-Coeur is tollingto the sound of clinging wine glasses,the smoke rises up the wooden aisleas cigarettes light up with short clicks.I had my portrait paintedby a shaky guy with bloodshot eyes,that said I had the smile of a Mona Lisa.A compliment?Communion has startedinside the porcelain eyeat the top of the city,with the chorus praising him,(not the guy, but their own great artist).They sing of how he paints smiles,and how he takes them away.Views of Mont martre:http://www.itravelstockphoto.c om/gallery/55/http://www.pbase.com/dellyb ean/sacre_coeur

Montmartre
2007-11-24 16:16:00
Sacre-Coeur is tollingto the sound of clinging wine glasses,the smoke rises up the wooden aisleas cigarettes light up with short clicks.I had my portrait paintedby a shaky guy with bloodshot eyes,that said I had the smile of a Mona Lisa.A compliment?Communion has startedinside the porcelain eyeat the top of the city,with the chorus praising him,(not the guy, but their own great artist).They sing of how he paints smiles,and how he takes them away.Views of Mont martre:http://www.itravelstockphoto.c om/gallery/55/http://www.pbase.com/dellyb ean/sacre_coeur

Dew Drop
2007-11-24 16:06:00
Dew dropfrom purple skies dropped.A curtsy to the sun,a Waltz with a better daythan yesterday was,wars yesterday wasand you were a better man.The scent of something arriving,of cloth tearing under the tension,under the question ofwhat tomorrow brings.Someone singsin pain or procrastination,and I'm still hopingyou'll be a better man.
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Dew Drop
2007-11-24 16:06:00
Dew dropfrom purple skies dropped.A curtsy to the sun,a Waltz with a better daythan yesterday was,wars yesterday wasand you were a better man.The scent of something arriving,of cloth tearing under the tension,under the question ofwhat tomorrow brings.Someone singsin pain or procrastination,and I'm still hopingyou'll be a better man.
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Bad Habit
2007-11-24 16:03:00
My friends should not be trustedto carry me with them wherever they head,too eagerly their dagger plungesinto the hand from which they fed.One should not relay upon my loversfor they as easily may turn their face,I may never know the nature of intentionshidden beneath flattery and lace.Blood fails to undertake friendship,though warm and thick, it too runs dry,there comes a day for the mother to vanish,comes a day for her fledglings to cry.Another piece of youthful beauty in the morningremains asleep on the pillow, in the dream,and with each breath inhaled yawninga grate of health flies in the exhaled stream.And art, oh art, lovely words and apparitions,how deceitful pretty things can be,and the air and the seasons change so swiftly,as soon as you're comfortable they flee."So what has one after all had faded?"I request and know not what to reply,I know that my cigarettes will parish with mefor they promised to live as long as I.
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Bad Habit
2007-11-24 16:03:00
My friends should not be trustedto carry me with them wherever they head,too eagerly their dagger plungesinto the hand from which they fed.One should not relay upon my loversfor they as easily may turn their face,I may never know the nature of intentionshidden beneath flattery and lace.Blood fails to undertake friendship,though warm and thick, it too runs dry,there comes a day for the mother to vanish,comes a day for her fledglings to cry.Another piece of youthful beauty in the morningremains asleep on the pillow, in the dream,and with each breath inhaled yawninga grate of health flies in the exhaled stream.And art, oh art, lovely words and apparitions,how deceitful pretty things can be,and the air and the seasons change so swiftly,as soon as you're comfortable they flee."So what has one after all had faded?"I request and know not what to reply,I know that my cigarettes will parish with mefor they promised to live as long as I.
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Rhetorical Question
2007-10-23 10:15:00
Suppose I had a friendwho spoke offaithand he never utteredthe word god.Suppose he exuded sinceritywhen he spokeand I believedhe would alwaysbespeakingof faith.Now finally,supposethat something happenedand the friend I hadspeaksno more.What then?
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Rhetorical Question
2007-10-23 10:15:00
Suppose I had a friendwho spoke offaithand he never utteredthe word god.Suppose he exuded sinceritywhen he spokeand I believedhe would alwaysbespeakingof faith.Now finally,supposethat something happenedand the friend I hadspeaksno more.What then?
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Sobriety
2007-10-09 11:23:00
Sobriety,be kind with me,your mask is heavier than lead.It sends torturous wavesup the spineto the heartto the head.Tomorrowrages against man-made plans.His tempests carry secrets behind enemy lines,where tanks and bombs are awaiting.Sobriety,be kind with me.Yesterday has condemned meand tomorrowmay as well be mylast breath.

Sobriety
2007-10-09 11:23:00
Sobriety,be kind with me,your mask is heavier than lead.It sends torturous wavesup the spineto the heartto the head.Tomorrowrages against man-made plans.His tempests carry secrets behind enemy lines,where tanks and bombs are awaiting.Sobriety,be kind with me.Yesterday has condemned meand tomorrowmay as well be mylast breath.

My Black Son
2007-09-17 04:56:00
Last week, I held a black babyin my arms, mama.Dust had gathered in the corners of his eyes,a milky skin drawn over them.He examined me with his deer-like gaze.His tiny hands, crusted with blood,reached for me.Stripes of black curved on his skinjust like the paint smeared on my face,except that he was brown and I was white.We were hiding between the stones of abroken home,where death had set his dwelling place.He had raged amid empty shells and gunpowder,then settled down and we weren't welcome there.Steps came tossing up the pebbles on theold dirt road.The dust rose into our nostrils as we gasped,our eyes watered up, turned reddish,and the sleepy twilight wrapped us in him.What was I to do when he startedscreeching, mama?I held him close to mute the sound.He thought I was his fatherand for a moment, he was my black son.The black voices were passing behind my back.They raged, mama!They ravaged through and raised old demons,then suddenly, into nothing they vanished,leaving the quiet...
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My Black Son
2007-09-17 04:56:00
Last week, I held a black babyin my arms, mama.Dust had gathered in the corners of his eyes,a milky skin drawn over them.He examined me with his deer-like gaze.His tiny hands, crusted with blood,reached for me.Stripes of black curved on his skinjust like the paint smeared on my face,except that he was brown and I was white.We were hiding between the stones of abroken home,where death had set his dwelling place.He had raged amid empty shells and gunpowder,then settled down and we weren't welcome there.Steps came tossing up the pebbles on theold dirt road.The dust rose into our nostrils as we gasped,our eyes watered up, turned reddish,and the sleepy twilight wrapped us in him.What was I to do when he startedscreeching, mama?I held him close to mute the sound.He thought I was his fatherand for a moment, he was my black son.The black voices were passing behind my back.They raged, mama!They ravaged through and raised old demons,then suddenly, into nothing they vanished,leaving the quiet...
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Untitled
2007-08-12 08:36:00
Time nibbles on the corners of my eyesdrinks of my salt, my crimsonand blows me dry.His birds eat away the scar-tissue,fail not and leave before their time's dueor overstay warm welcomes.I'm the old highway, its fast lanebumpy with boils, cracked with gapsto the very waters of the underground river.I'm the narrow end of a forksomeone lodged in my gut.I lay and wait and ooze.I'm the stone you trample on your wayto see a loved one on his anniversary.I lay and wait and wait.

Untitled
2007-08-12 08:36:00
Time nibbles on the corners of my eyesdrinks of my salt, my crimsonand blows me dry.His birds eat away the scar-tissue,fail not and leave before their time's dueor overstay warm welcomes.I'm the old highway, its fast lanebumpy with boils, cracked with gapsto the very waters of the underground river.I'm the narrow end of a forksomeone lodged in my gut.I lay and wait and ooze.I'm the stone you trample on your wayto see a loved one on his anniversary.I lay and wait and wait.

Arabia
2007-07-30 08:00:00
These walls,this earth,knew many generationsby the taste of their blood,the texture of sweatthat dripped from the poresof militant recreation.Some pray by that wishing well,plead for better days,for larger fortune.What wall is not sacred in Arabia ?Which had not fallenand was not rebuilt?How numbered are the walls herethat don't bare the portraits of sonsor the agonies of their grieving mothers?

Arabia
2007-07-30 08:00:00
These walls,this earth,knew many generationsby the taste of their blood,the texture of sweatthat dripped from the poresof militant recreation.Some pray by that wishing well,plead for better days,for larger fortune.What wall is not sacred in Arabia ?Which had not fallenand was not rebuilt?How numbered are the walls herethat don't bare the portraits of sonsor the agonies of their grieving mothers?

I, Being Human
2007-07-06 07:12:00
I'm a tall tree that loves its rootsand loves the scotching sun of Rah,with hair that's autumn all year long.I dye it often, I like it so.I'm a house with emerald-brown windowsthrough which the wind of Dante blows,in which the birds of Aristotle nestand talk of truth and art and beauty.My smile shines of ivory whitebecause I haven't smoked that long,and a dimple just beside itsinks further when it weeps or joys.To you I'm a piece of tin on a Japanese carand an expiration date on crackersthat'll sit on a shelf until you call,until you're starved or craving a taste of flesh.To you I am mathematics –a short equation on a laminated card.Crooked lines link togetherin black-blue on the inside of my arm.And so, dear homeland, you'll know me alwaysbecause your ink has stained me so.
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I, Being Human
2007-07-06 07:12:00
I'm a tall tree that loves its rootsand loves the scotching sun of Rah,with hair that's autumn all year long.I dye it often, I like it so.I'm a house with emerald-brown windowsthrough which the wind of Dante blows,in which the birds of Aristotle nestand talk of truth and art and beauty.My smile shines of ivory whitebecause I haven't smoked that long,and a dimple just beside itsinks further when it weeps or joys.To you I'm a piece of tin on a Japanese carand an expiration date on crackersthat'll sit on a shelf until you call,until you're starved or craving a taste of flesh.To you I am mathematics –a short equation on a laminated card.Crooked lines link togetherin black-blue on the inside of my arm.And so, dear homeland, you'll know me alwaysbecause your ink has stained me so.
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Smite Me
2007-06-24 06:30:00
Smite mebefore the roads swarm with believers,with fools that have been waiting for you,who give and take in the name of you.Ungrateful beasts! just like me,just like you.Smite mewhile there's not an eye to see and behold,nor two knees to shatter against the ground,nor a voice that will turn me aroundand yell: "Faithless fool, how dare you!"and wake me.Tare me to pieces,if you dare break my mother's heart.It beats for you as much as for me.a breath,my breath.a beat,my beat.then – Silence.

Smite Me
2007-06-24 06:30:00
Smite mebefore the roads swarm with believers,with fools that have been waiting for you,who give and take in the name of you.Ungrateful beasts! just like me,just like you.Smite mewhile there's not an eye to see and behold,nor two knees to shatter against the ground,nor a voice that will turn me aroundand yell: "Faithless fool, how dare you!"and wake me.Tare me to pieces,if you dare break my mother's heart.It beats for you as much as for me.a breath,my breath.a beat,my beat.then – Silence.

Untitled
2007-06-21 16:54:00
Not a thing beyond it,not a thing!Tis a single chance:compassion of a tainted heavenas a penny to a beggar,a dash of waterthat falls on a thorny field.Tis a chance to wed tribulationsand (lonesome) prevailor (lonesome) fall.A game it is, without a single rule:we are thrown onto the sand,chained by consciousness and flesh alone.Thousands of spectatorsput their thumbs down,perhaps a registry of stakesand rose-cheeked maids dispensing refreshmentsfor the ladies that sight and faint."Bow down!" we are turned to the box,fall to the ground in pleabefore watchful eyesof a blood-thirsty faceless Caesar.The end comes on swift wings,the curtain of the box falls,the earth, her seas and tempestsare released to prepare the arenafor the next fight.

Untitled
2007-06-21 16:54:00
Not a thing beyond it,not a thing!Tis a single chance:compassion of a tainted heavenas a penny to a beggar,a dash of waterthat falls on a thorny field.Tis a chance to wed tribulationsand (lonesome) prevailor (lonesome) fall.A game it is, without a single rule:we are thrown onto the sand,chained by consciousness and flesh alone.Thousands of spectatorsput their thumbs down,perhaps a registry of stakesand rose-cheeked maids dispensing refreshmentsfor the ladies that sight and faint."Bow down!" we are turned to the box,fall to the ground in pleabefore watchful eyesof a blood-thirsty faceless Caesar.The end comes on swift wings,the curtain of the box falls,the earth, her seas and tempestsare released to prepare the arenafor the next fight.

Untitled
2007-04-04 02:12:00
Red on the crosswalk,face racing,heart blank of expression,sirens talking at meas the eyesreflect the bright-lights.Tell me of rainthat washes the streets clean,a magical rainthat heals the leprous souls of men.

Untitled
2007-04-04 02:12:00
Red on the crosswalk,face racing,heart blank of expression,sirens talking at meas the eyesreflect the bright-lights.Tell me of rainthat washes the streets clean,a magical rainthat heals the leprous souls of men.

Trinity
2007-02-13 11:28:00
Bannersof three colors that don't match,waving in the wrath of a dame,a goddess clad in white,Katrina, her name.Greedyfingers swollen with leisurereach over the deep great blue.They seek black gold and their departureis well overdue."Freedomguaranteed to those who abide us,those who are willing to stridealong our tanks and bombs of thunder.Red is pretty on our brides.And the stars of the heavens,their eternal sparkle we will stop,captured and seized, we'll implant themon a flag which we'll raise to the top."
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Trinity
2007-02-13 11:28:00
Bannersof three colors that don't match,waving in the wrath of a dame,a goddess clad in white,Katrina, her name.Greedyfingers swollen with leisurereach over the deep great blue.They seek black gold and their departureis well overdue."Freedomguaranteed to those who abide us,those who are willing to stridealong our tanks and bombs of thunder.Red is pretty on our brides.And the stars of the heavens,their eternal sparkle we will stop,captured and seized, we'll implant themon a flag which we'll raise to the top."
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