(854.) Preference
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I wish that
someone besides
those that have
to will love me
someday.
I don't want to be
an obligation,
I want to be
a preference
but first I have
to be
preffered
(855.) Path
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I often wonder if I traveled the right path.
Frost,
I hope you were right.
(856.) Vulgarities
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Life is a wondrous twirling
twirl as in dance
not as in hair
though you can get life in your hair
but I don't deal in smut
only vulgarities
such as fuck
shit
damn
Republican
etc.
(857.) Grinng Cat
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I saw him grin
and he said
Freedom
I was in love
he was animated
yet inanimate
and while I enjoyed his ideals
I was not fond of his prefix
I could go for a nice chesire cat
but only if it's French
and a woman
(858.) CHECK FRAUD: KILLING INNOCENT PEOPLE PENS: HELPING SAVE INNOCENTS
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I was going to buy another pen
but this one protects from
CHECK FRAUD
and that sold me on the idea
(859.) MATH IS HARD
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Yeats + Ezra + Longfellow + Eliot + Ginsberg + Silvstein + Shakespeare + Dante + Dickinson + Thoreau + Dunbar + Bukowski + Williams + Bullshit =
Me-ish
Sort of
Not really
but I've read them
(860.) D:
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we are too complex
this is my attempt to combat that.
Have at you!
(861.) Thoughts For The Part of The Day (Early June 2008)
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True free will is mania
Determinism is OCD
We choose who God is
Or it gets chosen for us
But there doesn't have to be a God to have
reodr
Surrealism is silly but it's fun to pretend
Aardvark
I keep the ocean in my closet
I hope there's a reality after this one.
(862.) Don't Let The Poem Fool You, I Got Plenty of Help
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It gets harder and harder to fight
The urge to put down the book and go "live"
is so overwhelming
and it would be so much easier if I had
someone
anyone
else here to help me
But no one cares about me enough to do that
So I have to help myself
because no one else will
but it's hard
I've been spoiled by modern life
everything I could want is given to me
so simply
for a price
so we go through the motions
to get our pieces of paper
with words on them
that somehow give them ultimate power
(because we give the words power)
and we pay the price
for whatever reason
and we get fun
in its various forms
I want to build fun
for myself
I don't want to give others
God's love
I want to give them
MY LOVE
but my love is sloppy
full, warming, nurturing
at times unnattractive
but it's mine
evolution in action will decide if I'm right
if it says I'm wrong
and I never marry
then I'll adopt
just to pollute the system
a
little
more
and I'll help them
(my child)
just like how
no one
ever helped me
(863.)Pen Puts Out; Paper Does Not
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I WANT
to live forever
to fall in love again
to be a famous poet
to be rich
to be well liked
to be a good man
to be handsome
to play in a band
to further science
to make love on another planet
to read faster
to be loved for who I am.
to skydive
to be a great photographer
to pain wondrous pictures
to be respected
to meet God
to have super powers
etc.
i need
food
sleep
water
love
that's all
I sleep
I eat
I drink
I'm alone with paper and pen
(864.) . Vs ?
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I'm not sure whether it is better to be
a question?
or a
declaration.
there is always the allure
of the unknown
but of course there is something to be said
about absolutes.
(865.) Untitled
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Beauty is a promise of good
And beauty is in the eye of the beholder
at times good is too
but I believe there is an absolute good
plus many many bads
I hope there is absolute beauty
(866.) "waning into perfection" I like that.
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Your long legs
stratching with each
graceful glide
and your body is so smooth
so perfectly waning into perfection
but just flawed enough to make you seem real
beauty thy name is what I want
but you keep walking
away
(867.) Are we there yet?
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life is too fast for me
or perhaps not too fast
but at least a general feeling
of being rushed
(868.) At Least To Me
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Damn you Buddhist Monks
your life is so tempting
yet so unattainable
(869.) Clothed In Defiance
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She is clothed in defiance
her hair is a flash of rebellion
her skin is tattered with permenance
her flesh pierced with culture
scars reflecting lonliness
eyes dry with sadness
lips painted with Come-hithers
hips unhidden by their own majesty
and she is beautiful
for all the wrong reasons
and this I confess
makes her all the more right
(870.) So Sayeth The Idiot Prophet
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words, water, lighters, and software
these things should be universally free
(871.) I Doubt You Do
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my dear,
I miss you
do you miss me?
a question never to be answered
because you are gone
and some other woman wears your skin
I'm still the same
just not as young
you hadn't found you yet
but we found each other
I'll miss you
I'll miss us
Do you miss us?
(872.) SCALE
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nothing
infinitesimal
negligible
quasuriffic
atom-like
itsy bitsy
miniscule
teeny
tiny
mouse-like
small
compact
lacking
Just-Right (medium)
above average
big
large
excessive
great
huge
immense
gargantuan
collossal
brontasaurian
levianthanesque
planetarian
galactic
astronomical
infinity
(873.) Poetry Reading Central Library Atlanta Mid-June
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Meeting of the same idea
time and time again
in different fashion
matching the time
but always the same soul
poetry meets again today
on the 5th floor of a library
in a southern city
and we wield words like
brushes
and ideas like paint
forever married in beauty
on the canvas of our minds
someone asked me why I write
and i answered
in a different poem
that you very well may never
feel
but why we write
is a different answer
because we can
because the world feel write
when words encompass abstract
"poetry illuminates the night"
and words
light the bulb
like
like
too many allusions
too little point
poetry is in my blood
I'd show you
but I don't want to make a mess
just a splash
pleasure to meet you,
my name is Mitchell
(874.) I'm A Liar
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this is a self-referential loop
this is something else
(875.) You Know Who You Are
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I've met the same woman several times
but each time her face is different
shapes slightly altered
to meet the mood
but her soul is the same
and every time
she has the same fashion
the same glasses
the same love of Jack Johnson
of the protalitariat
of the working class
of theatre
and gay men draw her in
like some weird
fruit-fly
(876.) It Will Be A Sad Day When Science Conquers Love
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I have told you this before
and I will tell you it again
and again
even after science
and time,
for whatever reason
have proven me a fool
have disproved my god
as nothing more
than biology
then chemisty
than physics
than mathematics
and nothing as beautiful
as in my mind
this world
only holds me here
because I accept it's rules
for whatever reason
or without reason
but when i find her
when we find
we
love will
rewrite your laws
make them right
and it will all
be
in
my
head
but
always
through my soul
whether it exists or not
because love is my drug
my medicine
my god
my answer
my addiction
and I have none
an addict with no dealer
no outlet
no drug
just an idea
and faith
limitless faith
and they will solve life around me
and we will always object
we as in us
us as in her and I
same soul
different bodies
same dreams
different minds
same religion
different gods
someday she will read this
or ignore my past
either way
I will love you
forever
and always
our children
my children
may never be in this lifetime
and that is my fault
I
love you
and I'm sorry
for this
I'm not crazy
just
missing you
(877.) Art
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all the gold
is nothing
I bring you pewter
crafted
from me
(878.) So Be Sure You Give It To The Right Ones
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people and words
often at times
only have power
if you give it to them




