Posted by followme
on July 20, 2010
gretchen,
poetry /
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Spent today poetry booking and I can’t even TELL YOU how joyous it will be to complete. For
reasons that may not be as straight forward as one might expect…
For the hardcore cult members keeping up, we’ve tediously been through ‘blah blah publishers make my guts twist’ ‘blah people should write for themselves first… blah…’
Put shortly, putting out a book of poetry is serving up a thrashing of beatings that I never really saw coming. Continue reading…
Tags: anthology, cult, poetry, publisher, soul, world, writer
Posted by followme
on July 17, 2010
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essence of an inherent orchestra
Empty room sound. A voice inside my mind.
Esoteric touch, breathing through my skin. Continue reading…
Tags: poetry, soul
Posted by followme
on July 16, 2010
gretchen,
poetry /
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The poetry book is coming along… it will contain 200 poems from the past 18 months-ish… although specific details are fuzzy, the release of putting out a stack of my emotion from one of the most significant periods of this life is quite… well… significant. Continue reading…
Tags: anthology, love, poetry, progress, soul
Posted by followme
on July 09, 2010
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ingredients of purified proximity
Initial appearance. Greeting morning.
Clouds break. Illumination. Cream. Skin. Slide.
Tracing shape, fit puzzle pieces. Soaring.
Simmering syllables. Low boil. Inside.
Gestures of questioning undermine fact.
Speak to me. In stories. Turning up voice.
Bodies. Introduced. Reinvent react.
Hushed aspiration of becoming… choice…
Awaking to dream. Physical presence.
Absorbing observation. Sacred look…
Ocular mandala. Gold. Transcendence.
Unspoken. Devotion. Fresh chapter book.
Elimination of time, distance, space.
Perpetual. Dejavu. Finding. Place.
Tags: poetry, soul
Posted by followme
on July 06, 2010
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sculpting bliss
Imagining. Thoughts on. Creative ways.
Consideration; coming like music.
Arrival of wild. Spring. Flowers in May. Continue reading…
Tags: poetry, soul
Posted by followme
on June 30, 2010
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mapping inexact propensity
Not meant to
Mention.
What does not
Matter.
Such as assumption
Of what you
Or I
Might… possibly… Continue reading…
Tags: inspiration, poetry, soul
Posted by followme
on June 26, 2010
life ranting,
poetry /
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I spent some time earlier getting my head around the figure of 100 000+ … that’s how many pages have been read here in my small pocket of the electronic universe since starting my daily rants back in late September. 47 000 cult members have checked in to say ‘What up’ … or to say nothing and silently stalk… which is equally as hot. Continue reading…
Tags: anthology, cult, love, nervous breakdown, poetry, progress, publisher, world, writer
Posted by followme
on June 24, 2010
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managing unclaimed manacles
I thought I could
Say your eyes lit me up.
I thought
You could see.
Hear.
Sway to my cautious cadence.
Visit a place
Hidden below dusty wings.
When you started
Hiding where I looked
I started too.
Replace mistreat with impairment. Continue reading…
Tags: poetry
Posted by followme
on June 20, 2010
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officiating agreement
dalliance shift
(what if)
we stopped construing.
annotated anxiety (fine print)
subtitles.
anomalous translation
(my name)
in your language
of concretized sighs.
expel my tells of how
(it felt) authentic.
expeditious arrival
subtracting appearance (of oath).
impromptu recollections
where someone…
(wear my words like you meant it.)
calculated consumption
of what i can give.
sentient swarms (swallowed on cue).
dropped stomach dreams
in solitary means.
(assumed eminence)
rising past. historical analogy.
lackadaisical contentment egocentrically evolving.
(three steps backwards) stumbled direction.
obedient observation.
setting. (my clock)
ticking to the way you wind.
spiralling.
concurrence.
Tags: poetry, progress, soul
Posted by followme
on June 16, 2010
culture,
life ranting,
poetry /
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I’m here I’m HERE!!! And FYI… totally NFA…
Not fucking around.
NEW YORK CITY!!!
After a very long flight that involved sitting next to a Scientologist bikey from Western Australia who ended up giving me a koala in parting (long story…) I made it!
I literally danced out of JFK airport to an 8pm greeting of daylight savings (which Queensland, AUS still refuses to invent) and the embrace of a balmy atmosphere filled with rattling subway trains and island accents.
I am in the hills of Connecticut for a day… then it’s on.
So on…
Apparently I got here just in time because my mother fractured her knee cap yesterday toddling around and my help will be handy. I’m very helpful you know… I immediately explained to her that the bottle of Vicodin she picked up from the chemist for two bucks and change has a street value of around eighty… so if her and my father want to earn a little cash on the side during their retirement, now might be the time.
I fucking love being back… and I’ve only been here three hours.
Something I wrote above the clouds:
an ode to the light in your eyes
Classical music in the sky… sings… you…
My heated amore. Water holding sun.
Revealing. Myself. Without any clues.
My desire, a web. Cautiously spun.
Salt water cleanse. Purification. Soul.
Silent admiration. Attempt. Hold back.
Now. I must ask. Do you often feel whole?
I believe. Once chance. To resolve your lack…
Sharing devotion in swirls of blue ink.
Syllables. Sensations. You in my dreams.
Consumption of mind. Much deeper than think.
Understand my essence disguised as bold.
An unspoken invite, felt and untold.
Tags: inspiration, new york city, poetry, soul