Category: Art
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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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Crumbs
Crumbs In the silence of alonenessWatching me perform – dance and bowAnd feign a smile – thatHides the hole where purpose dwelt. In hidden depths I writheWith vestiges of love-passion memories, That solidify, shrink, and crack –Shattering me to crumbs onThe kitchen floor – in dream-death silenceComing to grips with love – rejected. –LE
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The Black Knight
The Black Knight It was a crisp, early fall, late evening; and the very airseemed alive, crackling with energy, shimmering in thestreet-lights’ dim glow, where the colors of trees, bushes,and parked cars were rich and deep on the desertedstreet, with golden highlights on everything… I waswitnessing Shiva’s Dance. Then it rumbled in the distance, like…
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Turkey Day Haiku
Turkey day is herewith family, friends, and cheer —dogs, licking their chops. Pets are under foot,Cats and dogs under tables —Scraps won’t hit the floor.–LE
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