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okay it was July that i started writing

and people did critique more then

for some reason christmas seems

to be some kind of turning point

anyway im tired and its saturday

and i did post a number

and i will try my best to write a constructive

comment for poetrys sake

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since arriving on Neopoet last christmas i believe

things have vastly changed

way back then we were looking for critical comments

Stuff that would help people become better poets

and written in a way that wouldnt kill the persons hopes of

writing in expressionistic style but some kind of firm

notification  

then things seemed to drift   there wasnt the comments

that were directed at poetry helping but    poetry admiration

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someone dear to me said i write too much

that i talk to much

stare too much

dwell too much

its always been too much

You are over the top

loud and proud

king of the curb

walking eagle so full of shit he can not fly

WHAT DO YOU WANT was screamed into my smiling face one night

i go about soaking everything in as i can

trying to relate

figuring out i was too far out of range to relate

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Rammstein   AMERIKA  the video of course

Courtney Love   CAR CRASH  love the lines havent seen the video

Siouxsie and the Banshees  ARABIAN KNIGHTS videos okay for its day

“  …   …   …   …   …   …  …   “        SWIMMING HORSES video okay song awesome  My most favourite of hers

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read happy ending books

and poems that only puzzle

while homelife falls like bombs of savage emotion

slink through depression and fight the rich wealthy

bullies in high school    corner them when they are

alone

come up to them close and personal seductive

with destruction sooth words they wont forget

back into them    The dog eat dog

i lick my fangs and carry on

my wounds i carry

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i remember all my Italian or sicilian girlfreinds taking me to midnight mass

in Thunder Bay we were seated right beside the choir and the soloist

whom we knew as a freind  (well the family owned parking lots downtown)

and the other occasion in Washago a small railroad town on the trent-

severn canal system   the mother sisters brother were there and

i

of course it was all ritual based and singing but i enjoyed this splendid

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made spelling corrections and hit the button too many times

sorry about that folks   I dont know how to delete poems from here

so there they are three times   damn  ha ha

publish

i will go through my poems and try to find a gathering

of them to be interesting and then see what it takes

to publish     ask around

already an artist and have sold paintings

sketchs prints

so

only natural to add this to my audeince approval

just to say i have a book of poems

that i am a Poet!!

weird to feel like one

strange to label myself this

I so Love poets!!

is it possible that I could be one also??

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ride high the wild winds that fold dreams of deep murmured mornings

of castles burning ripling in steaming chilled moats

feel the flight of the horse by starlight

the chorus of hooves cluttering forest cathedrals

villages of stillness

i wander lightly by my hours

through maze of superficial powers

the sword

the skull

the pentagram

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dont mean to write two entries like that

dont know how to delete them at this point

tired

sleep schedule all messed up

listening to too much emo music

much like the flux of the storm

my spacing didnt come out right on my poem

and it got sent in twice even though i only punched it in

once

whatever..

didnt mean for it to get put in there twice

this storm today is putting things on edge

its the wind that ever constant voice

from morning till night

Lori said it was like it was going to blow

the house over early this morning

the cats were freaking out

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as i confess im not that social

although one could say i have my associates

when im out and about i see people

in three D    its like watching an animal show

or going to a circus    i wouldnt say like going

to a zoo because out here there is no

limitations   What keeps people from

linking over lines     Ideals

a line painted down the centre of ashphalt

ten centimetres of glass downtown

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here is beautiful now

resplendant in fading fast

turning slow

her axle strong

turnstile and tungsten

capracious idolisms

buffed with swift

smooth laquer

i can hear your laughter

down the hall of night

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Siouxsie and the Banshees  “Swimming Horses” plays   in the original video an actual

racehore was filmed from below   in my memory this all vague  like tonight

but i remember my walk

the snow was fresh and dry and it was alive

it shone sparkled winked glittered and fired from the moons

full pregnant exposure

blazing away

i hate the nights

hate the dreams

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hmmmm

both parents dead

good to me

battles words rebuttals and a truce

some emptiness at the end

walked away i did

so their gone

and everyone had the gathering

and somewhere the ashes must

have been spread or put into the urn

i dont know

i wasnt there

here i am

You can read me here

but who knows how long

i will stay

not like i need a lot of freinds

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