Category: Art
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Stream of Consciousness
Stream of Consciousness Here, there, everywhere and nowhere – in my mind –and out, I’m thinking, dreaming, scheming – and learningto enrage everyone, perhaps even myself. I am not going to proceed with this because I’m not goingto deal in negatives – especially about myself.I leave that nitpicky shit to everyone else! I will –…
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Enigma – Haiku – Mothman
crunching wind-devilstrewn leaves in my path —translucent cloud deck Scorpio’s sun castslong shadows, even at noon —skink does his pushups
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What Do Incompetence Mean?
What Do Incompetence Mean? Imagination’s greater than knowledge,and – what do incompetence mean, andwhere is this touted imagination? Ultraviolet rage is glowing loud, andmediocrity is on a rampage. Originality is seldom seen; itmore often resembles hand-me-downjeans in a gray-Fifth-Avenue-wet-dream. Yet, my attempts at being genuineend in trite mediocrity – all mine. Fuck this and fuck…
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The Daily Resurrection Blues
The Daily Resurrection Blues Waiting for the resurrection,It happens every day at five.That’s the time we come alive.For now, we just improve production. I’ve got the waiting-for-The-daily-resurrection blues. Walking dead from nine till five,Push us hard – keep the profits high.We break production records daily. I’ve got the waiting-for-The-daily-resurrection blues. Mother Earth spinning through time,Writes…
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Philosphy
Philosophy I describe myself as a ‘cynical optimist’, thus my blog, CynOp. I liken that to a katana (Japanese long sword)… my core, optimism, softer, more malleable, more open and hopeful is encased with hardened and finely honed and sharpened cynicism… for cutting through all the philosophical (sophistry), political, and social BS and junk. The…
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Raod-Kill Haiku
Road-kill Haiku ghostly silhouettes —heavy, thick, squawking-goose fog,crows peck at road-kill –LE
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Mr. Bubble
Mr. Bubble In shifting rainbow hues, the possible future Seen on a shiny, transparent screen. Shifting, then steady as we float along, Colors intensify; imagined form is found. Edges, spikes and pins, their gleam no longer seen, Not even the one – bubble bound. With a horrid grin of malicious glee, The worm-ridden, self-infected,Dream-killer lunges.…
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Mediphysical Glimpses
Metaphysical Glimpses life and deathwhite and blackyin and yangwaves and troughslight and darkinside and outsidethe universe and I two sides of the same coinpoles in the same eventa game with no winnerif one side wins, existence ends endings and beginningsall exists simultaneouslyeach implies otherlife and death YES! Each wave a differentiation of the oceanyet still…
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Spy on the Curb – Haiku
SPY ON THE CURB Snow…soon,” says the sky.Ice blade stabs my coat — a spy —curb-walking crow flies. LE
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