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Respondence Recess
a work in progress
Tuesday, January 10, 2012 12:12 a.m.
Labeled under:
Poetry doesn't sit still at any moment; it behaves irreverently and cajoles a mistake and a mistake after that - begs you to look at something, when it wants to be remembered as a duality and non-visual, while referencing to other things
- the depth upon a discerning writer as reader
- upon reader as writer w/a resolve to be created is its most unanticipated
- as a writer w/ abundances of poetries that approximate the anticipation of our weaknesses.
Monday, January 9, 2012 11:04 p.m.
Under -Dearest-
While indescribable - the accumulation of what is to be, a topic of regret - or sudden deliverance which is, may slink in instead of discoverance. Maybe that it is too difficult among our disturbances to concede to traditions of our grandparents. Out our only celebration. Growing is creativity.
Our only celebrations growing is creativity. It abounds from every topic and with every answer. Humility as an endeavor put at hip height. That it is too easy to sink into one and watch it or as I've felt when I alone wish to push a crumbling image.
Quickly I found my need to and titled it:
"Finding My Voice"
That charasmatic sensation swells
OMG
taken to our unlike races.
I would like to understand more, but that duality an arrogant versus between personality and comprehensible hurt. I just want to shake myself and take a leg.
More than anything I'm working on trust and putting it in the right place by doing so and hoping so that it's literary devices may allow me to reach education and progress.
Something greater than myself is what puts trust back in the saddle and regurgitates a shame that I'm not fully ready for. How great it would be to move beyond the insubstantial and vacate my shadowy influences.
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