Tag: Poetry
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Two – Dimensional Me
Two – Dimensional Me the lamp cast meon the wallin two dimensionsa perfect silhouette as I turned tolook at meI turned and gazedback at myself I wondered whatmy other self seesimitating my every moveperfectly though sometimesin distorted perspectivesdependant on light sourceand surface juxtapositions my 3-d self a divinityto 2-d me?moral and just ordark and evil?…
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Cool December Morning
Cool December Morning cool and clearmorning in Decemberpristine skyreflects the deepblue sea as luminousBrittlebush blossomsseem to float onthe desert’s parched andcaliche-strewn lees no wild animalsout todaynone want to be‘the preyof the day’ and neither do I –LE – 12/7/25
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Morpheus and His Sisters, Fate and Death
Morpheus and His Sisters, Fate and Death in my youthMorpheus wasmy companion and friendjustice, my main complaintthat is, whatever didn’tgo my way later, Fate and Deathbecame playerssitting opposite meat life’s game-boardchallenging, complicatingmy every move now, Fate and Deathhave become beautiful sirensgently smiling facesbeckon me to lie downin their sweetlanguid embraces I’m old enough nowlived more…
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Dream Within A Dream
Dream Within A Dream Hubris aboundsWe understand the universeThe gibberish of clownsGlaring through theirTopsy-tervy frowns Life slaps my unsuspecting faceAs each and every morningIts complexity is unfolding Perceptions ephemeralAs each day makes it plainConceit of understandingIs fundamentally insane Have to question what’s real Is anything, or All just a dreamWithin a dreamWithin a dream The…
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Youngstown
Youngstown LyricsBy Bruce Springsteen [Verse 1]Here in northeast Ohio, back in 1803James and Dan Heaton found the ore that was lining Yellow CreekThey built a blast furnace here along the shoreAnd they made the cannonballs that helped the Union win the war [Chorus]Here in YoungstownHere in YoungstownMy sweet Jenny, I’m sinking downHere, darling, in Youngstown…
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Relative Time
Relative Time – In Dreamscapes in my early yearshours felt like days anddays like weeks but now, the yearsseem like mere weeks anddays, merely hours in my early yearsi daydreamed a lotespecially in school rather than our dailymind-control ‘lessons’ andconformity rules but now, i still daydreama lot, and relative timeseems the main psychic drain as…
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My Latest – December Morning Ride
December Morning Ride Rolled out in theMorning sunshineA few contrailsCrisscrossed above With deep blue overheadTrailing to very paleOn the distant horizonsAs Sol’s long raysTook the chill away Only a few bikersAnd a couple ofwalkers crossedOur path out and back Another cool, quiet mornOn our multiuse pathEl Loop de Tucson –LE – 12/2/25
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An Autumn Mood
An Autumn Mood… Cloudbursts soak my clothes and shoes,Leave me wet and cold —Web-bound bugs struggle –LE
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Which Would I deny?
What technology would you be better off without, why? Another word for ‘technology’ is ‘artifice’ … human evolution’s propensity for communication, making tools for survival, work, exploration, and ‘civilization’. All of our tools (mental and physical) are historically defined as ‘artifacts’. Artifice Artifacts defineHuman activities shineEdifices prime –LE So, which would we be better off…
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