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Let's write a new poe-M
how should it starthow should it start
uhm...
should it be a story
yeah.... YEAH...
uhm... one time there was a boy and he was trying to sell kleenexes, but then he realized that he needed them because his nose was running and it made a puddle on the floor.... *snicker
i mean ... don't write that! That's stupid... erase that.
Maybe I don't want to. I kidn of like it. OK, so back to the story.
So this kid with the.... we have to name him... so billy has this ... is billy a good name.... uhm... I mean billy the ball... we might want to expand on the name... any ideas.
uhm... hurbert
how about... ferdinad frencesco... how do you spell that?
you know that baby that was born this weekend... they named him enrique.... they are calling it ricky...
uhm andi.. we're trying to write...so maybe if you helped us... and didn't interrupt...that'd be swell..so back to the story
Ferdinand has a super running that has made a puddle on the floor... and he was trying to sell kleenex until he realized his folly. right? right... what else? then... then uh...and then this girl was walking by named uhm... Fred... no its a girl... I just thought it'd be fun... carl? .. no.. how about uhm...think of a name.. crazy heidi... think that's a crazy name? ok... so heidi was walking towards ferdinand and she looked at the puddle and she said.. she yelled "Ferdinand peed his pants!!" that doesn't make any sense... it does, there is a puddle on the ground... of snot... oh yeah, I was think'n more runny.. i mean hmmmm crazy... that's gross... yeah, That'd have to be a lot of snot on the ground... i mean to be a puddle.. that's pretty sick. but you started it.
so, Ferdinand has puddle of snot and heidi yells "yo ferdy, Why all the snot fer?" and Ferdinand looked at her and he had tears in his eyes... "no one is buying my kleenex... and I really want them to" because he wanted to use the money to buy an elephant... an elephant and then he'd name the elephant... uhm... he'd name the elephant Exit... that's an odd name... (i looked right there)... ahh, sounds good though...... well, i dunno.. are you warm... no are you... yeah... why... it's rainy outside did you know that... maybe, I did bring my umbrella... but I didn't know for sure it was going to rain... oh yeah, then the elephant trampled Ferdinand... he doesn't have an elephant because he can't afford it because nobody bought his kleenex so he tried to sell kisses, but nobody would kiss him because of his runny nose... sick.... and then he died... that's not happy... maybe it's not supposed to be... I wonder if anyone will read all of this... no... I would.. that's good.... also, the elephant became lonely from not ever having an owner... the end.
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Monday, April 25, 2005
On my mind
The words I spoke hurt again. In a second. one statement. kills. immediately a smile turns to a look of biting pain. a conversation turned sour. a sunny sky blackened. words. words. they are just words. or thoughts. thoughts pronouced. thoughts spoken aloud to be shared. not to burden. not to create tension... but to understand. so you see me. the true me. the way I think. but I think that I can't be me. I can't say the things I want to. and why do I have to... I don't. why then the desire for someone to know me completely. I just want someone to know my every thought. to share my life. to love me and know me. I want you... you to know me. so I am honest and then... you are quiet. silence. the stab from the noiseless reciever puncturing slowly deeper into my heart. how can I change... do I need to change... is it about change... am I different then you thought. are my thoughts too much to comprehend. why do I say these things? Why do I think these things? I just do... and it is me. But these are just thoughts.... only chemicals in my brain moving information. ugh. I am so happy. so different. but still things are the same. I accept me, but perhaps I am what I thought from the beginning. I love so many people. my family. my friends. people I don't even know their names. The problem perhaps in not me... but my distance from the creator. the one who taught me to love. the one who lived ultimate love. the one who is pure love. I'm still trying to be poetic. why. this is poetry but it is also pure thought. the problem inducing act of thinking. coherence. And now I am sharing with the world. for somebody to tell me. .. something.... to not be quiet.... to hate (which is ok).... to love (which is ok) ... to be sad (which is ok)... to be happy(which is ok)... to run screaming, but not silently... ok? yes, thoughts. hurting. I'm sure i've done this today. right now. right here. you are hurt. That wasn't my intent. talk. sing. scream. dance. smash. plow. crunch. hit. stomp. throw. bounce. jump. because sitting and being quiet is for when things are good. when nothing needs to be said... when the world sems happy and the stars smile and the river flickers... that is where I want to be... with you... and we can be silent.
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Tuesday, April 19, 2005
Ashbery's Cathedral
Cathedral not Church or meeting placeCathedral
with all its grandure
the world of Religion
of Faith
Tradition
Lituragy
Arrogance?
Pomposity?
all of this
undermined by
demolition
the vulgarity
the world of knocking down
the world that slates things
the tactless, unceremonious demolition
a bang
bang
bang
do you hear the slated world coming toward the Cathedral world
The magnificents of a spiritual world
fallen
to the beauty of a well done demolition
for what
perhaps to pave
to burn
to forget
or perhaps
to rebuild
to reshape
to rethink
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Thursday, April 14, 2005
The Philosopher Pondered
life persists forward
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Wednesday, April 13, 2005
good things happen to those who don't think
rough couple of days. been think'n....so that is a problem.
I've been sick with a cold.
hard to sleep
harder to be awake
does anyone care?
I didn't think so.
you get sick of self pity.
I understand.
I tried helping you with your porblems.
I still want to help.
but why can't you listen.
give me some feedback
an emotion
anything.
tell me you hate me.
you dispise me.
you wish I would just shut up and get a life
anything would be better than nothing.
sorry I couldn't say this aloud
I have to write it down.
give it a form
call it poetry
its not poetry
its just raw thoinking
and there is the problem again
thought
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Tuesday, April 05, 2005
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