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01/23/07 01:07 - 23ºF - ID#37829
68 degrees in january
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Words: 22
Location: Island Park, NY
Category: poetry
01/12/07 08:00 - 47ºF - ID#37665
the stinging
but maybe the reason so
many stories, the ones on broadway,
on the silver screens of hollywoodland,
on the pages of of the heart bound with string
take place in this beautiful, dirty place called new york.
it reminds me of a tangerine,
while working with cement, steel, rocks
and nails.
out in the cold, my hands cracked and bleeding,
stained and dirty
sitting with some guys i know,
i work with,
i sit at the bar with.
after eating our sandwichs, reclined on a
bucket upside down, boots crossed way out front, however
far away my legs are long.
another guy sits, indian style.
one paces nervously and the chatter is brief,
scores of games from the nite before.
talk of childish antics in the firehouse, at the bar,
in the sharehouse.
someone has a bag of tangerines.
'want one'?
'sure'?
it was the brightest thing on that job site.
orange, fresh, alive.
we were caked with mortar, saw dust, oil from sawing, drilling steel
I beams up in the sky.
backs stiffining up in the cold wind.
the tangerine was sweet, full of juice.
biting into the meat, the sweet juices run between my
fingers, htting the cracks.
the stinging.
the sting from that sweet flavour, amongst all of
the dirt, grime.
that was progress, the dirt, the grime, the broken backs
i think you
can figure what the tangerine was.
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Words: 237
Location: Island Park, NY
Category: today
01/06/07 09:36 - 42ºF - ID#37561
dog running, dog walkin' dogs saying hi
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Words: 347
Location: Island Park, NY
Category: poetry
01/03/07 01:22 - 33ºF - ID#37522
a cherry blossom blizzard
though not of a conquering kind.
but one that goes forth, layed bare upon the rocks,
to embrace any willing to open their arms.
with the beauty of a cherry blossom blizzard on april's
breeze.
going out into the india of my mind,
i see the power of belief, of faith, we have.
of faith in goodwill, and brotherhood.
though the darkness tries to blot out
the sun of hope, the stars of love,
they cannot be extinquished.
there is a hunger for affection, creation,
beauty, trembling intimacy.
it is with these, in our shirt pockets,
we drive forward, yearn to run 'cross fields of
sun and dandilions,
to climb the cragged ice covered summits of the earth,
and swim the desert sands ancient kings.
it is the empire of the heart,
poured out to run through your fingers, drip down
upon your knees.
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Words: 151
Location: Island Park, NY
Category: relationships
12/14/06 10:48 - 54ºF - ID#21439
i hate not talking to you.....
drum roll.......the ex.
we have not spoke since last weekend in august. i did something stupid and since then, well she texted me the frst day of my new job good luck, and that was it. i had responded and asked to go to dinner that week, and i got nothing back. so that was it. well anyone i told about what i did (the stupid thing) they said i was an ass, and i agree, however, it was not such an egregious act that should lead to us not talking or seeing each other when things were starting to go well. so, that being said. monday after i spoke with KT i decide to check my emai. and there in the in box it sat. the subject....... a simple............. hi. unfucking real. i mean seriously. she apologized for writing out of the blue, and says she really hates not talking to me. but she understands why it has to be. (oh yeah so why email me) and she wanted me to know that she has been thinking about me a lot, and hopes i am well. now most will say she is saying that she hopes you are doing well, the holidays are here and well its natural. well she is not one to just send little letters, or emails, or make phone calls. so now, it seems with the holiday "schedule" i am probably going to run into her. i just can't seem to get away from it. it drives me crazy. i mean yeah i think of her, probably everyday. its not all consuming, but there are fleeting moments during the day where i daydream, or i get a feeling in my stomach, my chest. i know what it is, and why its there. but i am also trying to cross that bridge, not because i want to forget about her, or not be with her. because she sill not let it happen. its tiring, and annoying. yet if things would work, on her end, i cannot say i would not take her back. i would. when you have that feeling i guess. i don't know. and its not like i don't go out with other people. i do. and i like other people. ah who knows. it does create sadness and melancholy, but not in a negative way. i am full of happiness now suprisingly. i love my job, and i finally see things going in a great direction. i would say i have a ways to go before i get to certain points, but i love waking up and going to work, and i enjoy things more. i got rid of some people who were detrimental to my whole well being. and i just concentrate on myself. while of course being mindful of others. you know what does annoy me, i wrote this post tuesday and for some f'd up reason i cannot post things sometimes. i get a bad request note and the screen is white. ah hopefully this one works. yeah i would want her back. and part of me thinks it will happen. but until then if ever, i am going to do my thing.
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Words: 1143
Location: Island Park, NY
11/30/06 02:39 - ID#21438
late nite phil collins on the tube
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Words: 683
Location: Island Park, NY
Category: poetry
11/25/06 01:16 - ID#21437
it was you who were poetry to me.
to me.
when i did not put pen to the page,
it was my fingers that would etch sonnets
across your shoulders, down your back.
my eyes would see the meter
of my affections, reflected in you.
my love,
as if
spoken softly, with voice lit by candle lite,
or boastfully in auditoriums in public address.
it was the haiku on your lips,
soft, warm, and lingering
or sharp, biting, and frenzied
where i could pick passion
from your breath, alluring and foreign.
for it was you, for whom i would keep the hours, of
lamplite and lovers, to practice this, this beauty of
the heart, spoken with the body, the eyes, in concert.
written for you and
i alone.
it was you who are
poetry
to
me.
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Words: 134
Location: Island Park, NY
Category: poetry
11/20/06 11:11 - 33ºF - ID#21436
....to long necks of swans...
have that gentle, curve leading up to long necks of swans etched in marble
so that my hands feel like those of creation whilst i run my fingers
'neath satin sheets and kiss the contours of heaven.
i hope, would have to imagine so,
tis that that drives our hearts, stirs the stary nebula of passion
and desire
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Words: 68
Location: Island Park, NY
Category: poetry
11/11/06 01:32 - 41ºF - ID#21435
in the beauty of you
we had gone for drinks and the lite touched your skin gently
as it always did.
we sat at the bar
the tea lites licked the inside
of the glass while we talked and talked.
your hand would brush my knee and you lips my ear.
the music was not that loud.
we left the as the crowd came in from the nite
down the alley we ducked and stole a few breaths from one
another beneath the theatre marquee.
driving home you were quiet, brushing your hand cross my neck,
just watching, smiling as i excitedly ramble and fidget with
the radio, watch the road.
we sat on your couch, your legs cross mine,head on my shoulder pointing, narrating, looking at photos, memories
of when you were a little girl, it was then, it struck me.
the love that i had for you, it came from the look you would give me
secretly with everyone was watching.
it was the child in you, that little girl. it was the innocence , the happiness
of a child in
the beauty of you.
Permalink: in_the_beauty_of_you.html
Words: 188
Location: Island Park, NY
Category: halloween pics
11/06/06 11:50 - 46ºF - ID#21434
Rowdy Roddy Piper's Pit on Halloween
Permalink: Rowdy_Roddy_Piper_s_Pit_on_Halloween.html
Words: 53
Location: Island Park, NY
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