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White Rock
November 24th, 2008 by emmettm08
[NOTE: this poem is a work in progress!]
White Rock
“spes sibi quisque”
Respectful quiet of dear room’s education
bright light slight sterile
static, evanescent wisps of sweet sleep away from peril
melodious intonation
of those who wander
bread basket of silent munch
thoughts and words, images crunch
who among ye truly ponder
symbol’s true construe do miss the thimble
likely adversaries pluck feathers
from each others’ tails, tethers
gracious spaces soaring nimble
tacitly salacious sorties’ stories
pressure cut shone shaped from quarries.
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The Seventh Dimension
October 27th, 2008 by emmettm08
Thinking our Touching
shadows lie and shadows do lie
cross overs and so as each step is taken crossovers with crosses another world another barrier has been smashed and portals and gates
there doors upon doors with theatrical natural shadows sit like doorsigns down entering and entering another and another yet never leaving.
But do they tell the truth?
This is the 7th Dimension.
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Author’s Statement
October 23rd, 2008 by emmettm08
Hello World! Please feel free to read and look through
but I ask of you please leave my words alone
I’m just me and these are all that I truly own
they are mine they’re not yours (I hate that song about the hands too)
but please make sure you understand….
My use of profanity is not to offend you, I do not merely put it up there because of “rap”.
I use profanity as it comes to me because I write in a manner where I hesitate to edit, I prefer to polish. I consider my words to be spoken word poetry. I hope you understand that I use the words that I feel are necessary, and I’m sorry if you feel different—that’s not an apology, I really mean I feel sorry, sorrowful, if you feel differently because to focus on those words you have problems with will only take away from my aims and means.
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Intersection of Devonshire and State St
October 21st, 2008 by emmettm08
Our only job to sit, eyes straight ahead, through the heavens and hells we feel
save us gave us
hope examples past caste new statues in Gold, Silver, and Bronze
reach the heavens of
Olympus Mons
there we sit as a new day dawns
taking the cuts of keen palm fronds
asking ourselves
where does the love reside chided into its own Earthy hide, or
swept away with the stale piss foam of a passing tide
Rise Up! from the slumber shrug ye off the encumbered, lumbered, wallowing
Rise Up! from your job is not only to sit and not think
no longer stare ahead I impore you to
Blink
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Yawgoog
September 9th, 2008 by emmettm08
Yankee Whisper Trick
Day away read and cherish
Living half a fool
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