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IT (i)'S all that is ON
my MIND.
I can't help myself.
IT'S all I'm
thinking ABOUT
when i see
YOU.
it's not hard to see
what IT is.
but you will wonder
all the same.
A Game?
a game.
Again.
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It's always getting late.
When I am not writing this is what I do.
"In the present we are always in memory." - Trish Keenan
It's always getting late.
Introduction
This blog is a virtual notebook of writing that I maintain as often as I can. Poems, stray lines, random observations, all co-exist here. Revisions occur as needed/deemed fit.
See/Hear
A Chronological Archive of Joy and Heartache most often referred to as LIFE
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2009
(385)
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November
(60)
- Ring
- What Will Be, Will Be.
- Water, Wind & Earth
- Red Dolly (Draft 2)
- Bill Evans (Draft 2)
- The City (Draft 3)
- Do You Trust Me Enough To Lie To Me?
- Nemesis
- - / +
- Snowglobe
- History
- Eyes
- Thanks
- Progress
- Ashen Will
- Wil?
- This Fall
- Nights
- A Needed Reminder
- Pseudo-Ku 2:Electric Boogaloo
- Who?
- Incident At 915 Mateo
- Strange Beauty
- The Same Old Frustration
- "If you've found your peace, the devils are really...
- Fleeting, All Too Fleeting.
- Close The Distance
- Pseudo-Ku.
- In The Court Of Darkness
- Self Portrait
- Lions In Wait
- Superdrag
- oooeiae?aooooeia.
- Pressure
- GET ON WITH IT.
- FIRE
- The Eyes Have It
- If This Is Not Achieved, You Have Failed.
- In The Darkness Of The Ordinary
- The End Of The Saga
- Loose Seal
- Let's Call It Love
- The Next Step
- How It Ended
- This Constant Concern
- Recurring Theme To These Days
- A Borrowed Record, Reminiscing
- 3
- Thoughts on 'Muzzle'
- Cuerpos
- Spark, Embers, Ash
- Precursor To Our Goodbye. A Night Alone, Together
- Like A Drug Trip That One Time When I Was On A Dru...
- Non-Sequitur
- In This Darkness
- Let's Call It Love
- Madness with the Madmen
- While The Neighbors Are Away
- When (Machine Gun)
- Dead Souls
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November
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When I am not writing this is what I do.
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