

Visions of a Manhattan MaladyHe was walking down the street and the wind howled after him like the screams of angelsVisions of a Manhattan Malady
On his head was his halo homburg, scrunched like a fist and unholy
The streetcorners were strewn with leaflets promoting the persecution of Jews
We are all Jews, said the saint, and homosexuals,
like trumpets in a jazz quartet
We are not quite human at
night but divine beasts, praying
God fell out of a train, and was dragged to death...
Did it hurt, asked an idiot, to the alien subway silence
G


Visions of KerouacSome Manhattan project, it erupted as soon as the metamorphosisVisions of Kerouac
was read on a street corner
I thought I saw him last Thursday, as I walked away from the gates of Hades, he wore a hat
On his angel-halo head, fair skinned Moor, a levitating Catholic
His mouth spoke razor truths unto a jazz chord rock band
Be-bop H-bomb, we released into our adolescent fantasy; Freedom Riding in our BMW!
G. made me believe in god, but A. taught me how to pray
this is a long dedication to smut, and Shakespeare &nbs


A Passage To MidnightA ghost passed a bedroom light in a sullen stage of night Her face was a cloth of white Through a window In a passage to midnightA Passage To Midnight
The weeping widow began to sing Her robes were made of angel wings In that age that love was king Through a door In a passage to midnight
The memories were a golden sphere All the sins our faith hold dear Tomorrows, ladies, there shall be fear Through nothing, In a passage to midnight


you are like black coffeeSometimes I wish I was dead.you are like black coffee
I think when a car goes past, that I could be under it
On Thursday I was thinking about smoking dope to reach that elusive high
But thanks to your movie tickets I have no money
You are always saving my life, so much that I kind of hate it
Sometimes I wish I was dead.
I guess I am always repeating myself you used to make me
forget what I was saying
Everytime I see you my heart stops
Sometimes I wish I was dead.
So much my head begins to ache so


medicated generationas one door closes, another should open, thats what were taught as kids, that life has balance, that purpose exists, that everything is part of a plan.medicated generation
but as you grow up, you realize in time, there is no big plan, no grand scheme, that door close and youre trapped, theres no way back, no way forward.
parents, teachers, mom n dad, i blame them, protecting us, censoring us, guiding us, to be these impossible things, a generation: sensitivity gone awry, the medicated era.
pop a pill
Wind Power
Devious Comments
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I sit here all alone with a martini built for two.
Do you have a more specific question?
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Love is a response to our highest values.
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That's all I really want.
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Love is a response to our highest values.
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I've been writing poetry my whole life, and only maybe 6 months ago did I start to think it was good.
*shrugs*
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Love is a response to our highest values.
Click here to see my photography, drawings, etc.
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Love is a response to our highest values.
Click here to see my photography, drawings, etc.
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And I will show you something different from either
Your shadow at morning striding behind you
Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;
I will show you fear in a handful of dust.
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FAMILY LOVE MICHAEL
there is a certain maturity to your poetry that is difficult to learn.
i look forward to reading more of it.
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What I make is what I am
I can't be forever
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art is a hammer to beat the world, not a mirror to reflect it
Vladmir Majakovskij
I support *deviant-ARCADE & Daily Deviations
I am a
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Expect nothing, live frugally on surprise.
I think you may be being sarcastic but it's hard to tell over the internet.
i don't think it's a problem, you just seem unusual, and i was pleased to see that.
i could also only hope that everyone younger than me gets better faster.
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Love is a response to our highest values.
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Love is a response to our highest values.
Click here to see my photography, drawings, etc.
Haha I think most people are these days
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