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Standing on the Edge… (beginnings)

Standing on the edge of the abyss, predisposed to failure, I step confidently forward. I had warned me... We communicate in a given language. We have loosely agreed on gestures and symbols, Through Television, Literature, Film, Life, (and other over-directed productions) we have built the skeletal framework of mutual expression. We have not, however, achieved …

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I believe.

I won’t believe in Laughter ‘Happy ever after’ Rainbows in Subtle sweet hues I won’t trust in fate What we both create Nor magic in glass slippered shoes I’ll doubt wondrous signs That planets align Feeling like one - Since we’re two Kismet is bull shit The winners will soon quit Love is an illusion …

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Bored Games

I seemed to have hit a literary bump. I really want to write something fresh, but I feel all "Bollixed up". In a desire to spur my craving for prose I’ve turned to gimmickry. First, I thought I would just Alphabetize my Creative Demise: A Brutally Contrived Dialectic Endeavor Frantically Geared, Hopefully, Into Just Keeping …

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Life Spring

I’ve glimpsed the soul of ‘Life Spring’ as it huddled Doubt filled, hurting, twisting in the dark She ponders my intentions and befuddled Imagines that I won’t maintain the spark   Exquisite she, though flawed and prone to finding - Reasons to distrust the love in me Trying to surpass the past’s un-windings Disavowing dreams …

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Myself

There is a very common phrase in the self-centric lexicon of language: “I found myself wanting her”. This is an unambiguous enough, arousal based, bit of self-expression. I cannot fathom the level to which it may resonate at the heart of a woman but as a man it is, generally, barely denim deep. Men are …

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Medieval

He was certain he knew ‘better’ when he saw it – and he saw it in the mirror. He saw it in those ‘just like him’. And with that thought - the bridge drew faintly up from the road. Intolerance was his second nature. Learned in biased company. Feeding him now at his roots. The …

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