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I have questions to ask, but Iwonder what for... I was wondering, if you could sit down with me and reminisce could you tell me, what was it like..

The clouds swung low to the ground sweeping marauders of rain and wind throwing dust, splashing the train windows. That young girl beside me wanted..

another in the Names experiment

I am visited by words at night, dreaming slight meanings from their delivery, speed catch quick I must be frustrated and then another fol..

I am taking my outlaw mind on a poem walk through the trenches of my imagination, the valleys of my escapes. It is night and I am mad with the m..

It really is the end, the new beginning the genesis and the escape not passing. It is the end of preconceived notions and the patience of wither..

I might go deaf at your silent passion, a ubiquity of passivity holds your tounge, muted screams passed on this frequency, I can wait for a signal ..

My father and I used to watch on the little black and white TV British comedy. I didn't get it. But I laughed, because he did. I did a lot of th..

not what you may think

Fibonacci style poem - my favorite - also one of Maynards favorites...ever read the lyrics to Lateralus?