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Offline jpn615

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hello there.
« on: August 17, 2007, 05:09:20 PM »
Just a couple thoughts about old friends.  

dennis:  

and in
this
this just in
the drunken dawn
the sprinklers on the lawn
of the foreign field

to nickname yourself
somebody else
takes the courage
of a dozen bagpipes
on a sunny morning
in july

accompanied by
a drumbeat
with the shiniest cars
the main artery
is backed up

bless us all


tracy:  

and going fast
the rain, the bows, the arrows
the one-way streets
the dead-ends

and the feelings
are gone
i will try to keep my head up,
my feet on the ground,
my heart from being broken,
my mind from thinking
it's another glass half full
in a china shop filled with bulls
« Last Edit: August 18, 2007, 06:15:44 AM by jpn615 »

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hello there.
« Reply #1 on: August 17, 2007, 11:59:48 PM »
impressive, especially ''to nickname yourself somebody else..''. thanks for sharing
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« Reply #2 on: August 18, 2007, 06:16:07 AM »
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impressive, especially ''to nickname yourself somebody else..''. thanks for sharing



Hey thanks a lot.  :)

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« Reply #3 on: August 19, 2007, 09:07:57 PM »
These all suck, but, what the hell, no one posts in this forum anyway . . .

stephanie:  

i'm pointing
out
the window
to you

while the rain
drops off
the roof
to the floor

i'll be reading
the thickest books written

about saving the forests



abby please:  

i believe in empty
glass bottles
weak wooden floors
the sickest mothers
everything is what it looks like
nothing less, nothing more
i believe in leaves
filling bags
piling up on curbs
in february, maybe
signs that times are changing
and maybe i, myself
at times am dreaming off

dreaming of days
and of daydreams
and of more than what everything
could ever be

god whistles down
and i'm stuck
and here late in the summer
the clothes on the clotheslines
still wave in the breeze

the ocean still waves
back

at a broken roof
shingles in driveways
shattered china plates scattered
and irate musicians
and films about sorrow
and loss
and boston
and tea parties, separately

and god whistles
the happiest sounds in the morning
never come
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« Reply #4 on: October 17, 2007, 07:40:08 AM »
the sad sad truth about atlantic city

to take this lightly
i would have to be serious  
seriously poor
and made of wires
covered in altitude
lower than you could imagine
minus a clerk
plus a desk
shaking every tree
falling on my face
i would have to grow up
act tall
eat vegetables
willingly
concede this election
think long and hard
smile, and speak
and mean nothing
to anyone

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« Reply #5 on: October 23, 2007, 08:17:39 AM »
I hardly ever respond in this forum because what do you say to an artist who shares a part of him/herself?

I remember when Atlantic City was in her glory.   The boardwalk was so crowded and tourists were everywhere!  This is beautiful and nostalgic. And sad.

Thanks for sharing.
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« Reply #6 on: October 23, 2007, 06:37:43 PM »
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I hardly ever respond in this forum because what do you say to an artist who shares a part of him/herself?

I remember when Atlantic City was in her glory.   The boardwalk was so crowded and tourists were everywhere!  This is beautiful and nostalgic. And sad.

Thanks for sharing.



Thank you.  Growing up here I have seen the change.  The Sands just blew up, the mayor left disappeared.  The corruption is everywhere.  The smoke is in everyone's lungs, the blood is on everyone's hands.  The boardwalk is polluted with crime and the homeless.  

That's on a good day.

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« Reply #7 on: January 08, 2008, 12:28:46 AM »
honestly:  


the hammers are clamoring
breaking pinky-
promise-makers'
wills
are lost in the trunks
of bloodclot red cars
backing up
on the causeway
i could paint the walls
blue
with your blood
unparallel park
until unstuck
tongues tied kissing
missing
the words to say
don't seem to ever come

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« Reply #8 on: January 08, 2008, 12:59:55 AM »
Thanks for sharing. I love the way you write especially "abby please".

Keep it up!

:)

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inherent
« Reply #9 on: January 23, 2008, 04:49:57 AM »
stop the news
the printing press
stop living
for a moment
forget love, laughter

lift off
to smaller shelves

the season is changing
colors
the earth
is greenhouse gas glass
as well as a flying stone

we're fucked
etc.
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« Reply #10 on: April 19, 2008, 06:42:15 AM »
victoria

what i miss about you
is a needle through thread
ten bodies of water surrounded by land
teeth shield the tongues
where the rails line the stairs
and i still care
for you

and i miss
the particles that orbit
the moons that orbit
the planets that orbit
the stars that orbit
god
that you asked about me

and the hair stays still
on the heads in the pictures
i move in my room
i am tragically teathered
to the anchor i dropped
by you before you went away

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« Reply #11 on: April 19, 2008, 04:52:39 PM »
Good work like the structure
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