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Tuesday, December 14, 2010

Understand



Understand, I investigate patience
Observe then balance the music!
This will reach you . . .
though my mind is heaven.
The faithful give sense but
we never passed their freedom.

Imagine a beautiful feeling . . .
Still glory demands open thought.
Queen Daughter,
Believe in Rainbow!
Hold fast!
Time will choose.
Dazzle more to suffer less.
Live bold. Laugh.

I share my songs.


with A___ R____, 1/15/07, 8, 9, 9-210





The Muse Poems:

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10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18
19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27
28 29 30 31 32 33 34 35 36
37 38 39 40 41 42 43 44 45
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64 65 66 67 68 69 70 71 72
73 74 75 76 77 78 79 80 81

Fiery Film


A fire-eye filled a light symbol:
I see metaphor,
shimmers,
glorious music for communication,
An important opportunity.

Confront the ennui of my verbose experiment.
Must I weld through glass?
It's gone.
My astral co-dependent daughter knows a better, surreal harmony.
A psychotic scale, sanguine hence clever.
Make impressions, write observations, delve in every finest character.

Approach, through your original studio,
almost the question,
choose a sad torpid companion.

Doctor your aesthetic,
Sculpt passion, concrete Herculean leader!
Munificent Friend, cunning Beauty!
Sound, no laughter!

Cruising Dude, discover the sweet guile of an opinion:
PM smokes - all you can think to create individual music.
Imagine there her absurd instrument,
Please share about electric strength.

Chant equality.
Observe a borderline society that forms the subject.

Check your differences,
Start inclusively, capture canvas.
Hate competition, give peace, model looms dead.
Child paints grand rhythm comes gives health.
I abuse a psychedelic joke, varied her grandeur.

Metal Mother, come sing!
Must muscled horny men.
Use praise, chisel some unity,
Since Memory trashes Life.

Laugh!, Languish, Scream!
Dormant pressure, my fresh love wants freedom.

Look no feeling enervates this body
Mom, stuck on junk, pain . . .
This serious purple sleep could make free diversity
A deep white smear is best for after nude work.
Sister choose when you're sure like a star.
We're never curious, or opaque.

Demand a break.
Beg, then walk with power above.
Dust you know, Nefarious Obtuse One.


5/19/2006, with R___ K____, 9, 10, 11
about this poem


  The Muse Poems:

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19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27
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A Mayan Poet





















Every day in Mexico, 
I eat my chocolate bread. 
Every sun that climbs and goes, 
Hears Maya in my head. 

Every word in Mexican,
Says I Mexi-can't, 
But through every rhyme my chocolate bread,
Feeds my Mayan rant.

I'm a Mayan poet,
A master of apostrophe,
Every day a metaphor,
Comes from Him to me.

He knows I'm a Mayan poet, 
Of this 20th Century,
He also knows I'll follow his road,
to my final Destiny.



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