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Being me

What’s that you say?
“Courage today?”
I’ll stick to my insolent self-assuredness,
infuriating, unfriendly and full of fight
and thumb my nose at those who would
take me for less than my worth could bear.
Quarrelsome & confrontational, contrary you shout,
Disobedient, defiant, even demanding, I’ll tout my tack:
Exigent and aggressive, argumentative, yet true.

What’s that you say?
“Courage today?”
I’ll be belligerently me… [...]

Think, thank, thoughts coming unglued,
falling unfastened, the feeling ensued…
with words tumbling from the pages of my mind,
eyes blurred, a flash of white, then blind
my world unkempt, disorderly, in disarray…
What meaning shall i take from today?

Full of spirit, footloose and fancy free
We wandered within
filled glasses, toasted fine friends
and found my eyes fixed on Sun Mi

is it so easy to leave love
to rush off without a word
to run away spurred by anger
for what occurred

is it not absurd
to let go of
something so sought after
as love

to leave me lost
my eyes glossed over
exhausted from lack of rest
once blessed with affection
the enchantment of emotion
the delight of devotion
of passion and piety
discarded for anxiety

rejection~
i protest!
without even [...]

Remember that battered piano room at the Student Union at ASU. The notes always a welcome lesson to the tune of the day. The moments seemed to linger like in no other place, in a darkened comfort from the desert sun they hung – musky in the air. Full and soft.

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.Sleepy Pete
A tale of intrepid beginnings, a nap and a flowery bloom of sorts. A story that [...]

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The Poetry of Theft

Love is a snowmobile racing across the tundra that suddenly flips over pinning you underneath. At night, the ice weasels come.
Matt Groening