..this world view..

..eyes wide open..

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A place to lie

Beginnings have endings undefined The gutter as an option Will do just fine

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Alone – Edgar Allan Poe

Alone From childhood’s hour I have not been As others were — I have not seen As others saw — I could not bring My passions from a common spring — From the same source I have not taken My…

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Lone Biker

Man-the man must have died I say man because only men or boys drive motorcycles like that one of those fancy faux racing bikes built to go fast and impress by the time I passed the body had been scraped…

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Collision of Conscience

Collision of conscience Collision of conscience caused quite a scene as the King of Carnivals collected cans for con artists Rolling rocks race downward spiraling the dodgers dream Dead on arrival desperate clinging to carnal truths Steam engine bone-dry tapestry…

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Lines #001

Reason There’s a reason for almost everything.. because sometimes….there’s no reason..there just ain’t no reason’ Circle Never understood the fascination with people outside of our Circle Lock Little Lawdy mama gonna get on downgonna rattle your cagegonna split your lock…

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Sans Phone

In conversation with an old friend the other evening, talking about how he used to get buzzed and go to bed, lie with notebook, pen in hand and create verse-poems-songs-draw a picture.. but now one goes to bed and is…

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Song: Why so pale and wan fond lover? – Sir John Suckling

By Sir John Suckling Why so pale and wan fond lover?        Prithee why so pale?  Will, when looking well can’t move her,        Looking ill prevail?        Prithee why so pale?  ..continued..

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The Dispensary

Dispensary Let the dispensing begin..I saw you at the dispensaryYou want to go to The Dispensary?What’s the dispensary dispensing today?Can’t wait for the dispensaries to open..Seems like a century since the dispensaries opened..Where’s the dispensary nearest you..?We sure do love…

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Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard – Thomas Gray

By Thomas Gray The curfew tolls the knell of parting day,          The lowing herd wind slowly o’er the lea, The plowman homeward plods his weary way,          And leaves the world to darkness and to me. continued..

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Sans Trio winning the day

Starting this morning around 2 a.m. I got on a Sans Trio kick, spurred by the discovery of text written by Joe pertaining to the first few jams recorded by the Trio. I made playlists of each jam and created…

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