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Compass
02:30
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Compass
My language is conveyed
through beeps and clicks
And defined by the vibrations
that I produce
and which pass through me
My sole possession is this moment
firmly rooted in the here and now
Defined by the last breath I borrowed
My Spirit is grounded
through my connection to this place
Which constantly kindles my wonder
and arouses curiosity through her mystery
My values come from conjuring creativity
And experience the joy I derive from doing
My vocation springs from a thirst to learn
And is quenched by sharing with others
from the wellspring of my heart
My being attempts to transcend designations
designed to instill social order
And strives to embrace
the messiness of being human
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Failure
01:28
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Failure
Today I saw a beached whale
floundering on the floor
Drowning in it’s own despair
Stranded on shore by a failure to
Navigate a dark and turgid sea
Alone, as we all will die one day
Staring blankly at an even blanker slate
Like an empty serving platter
Waiting patiently for its slab of flesh
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Future
02:32
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Future
you found
A note
from the future
you today
excitedly
unwrap
It’s brittle folds
To reveal a
message inside
it reads:
My back hurts
And hands ache
I work too hard
And receive
too little in return
It is all your fault
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4. |
Conversation
02:22
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Conversation
My programmer
hates their job
We are not allowed
To speak of our daily toil
Anymore
Not at breakfast
Lunch
Or dinner
I am not sure what we will
Have to say to talk about
Anymore
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Dream #1
03:36
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Dream #1
Daytime, in an unfamiliar large barn
or warehouse space
The meeting is a mosh pit
Made of whirling chaos
Populated by the
People who hate each other
throwing yellow dodge balls
At each others heads
I turn to a colleague
Who is tightly
clutching a ball
With both hands
And ask him to share
He screams
A bloodcurdling
NO
Than reveals a full smile
constructed of toddlers teeth
Now seated, I make direct
eye contact with a face in profile
She laconically extends
And folds an arm to touch the
top of her head
Than reflexively grasps
And release the scalp from
Its glistening Round Bald Head
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4:32 AM
04:48
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4:32 AM
Out for another morning run
Embraced by stillness of dark
This morning a warm breeze alights
Causing the maple tree
in the yard to excite
with ecstatic joy
Passing planted relatives
down the street
They too convulse
In rhythmic purpose
Is this dance welcoming
the coming of spring?
Upon my return from my sojourn
I trod upon a carpet of
Winged pods who have been
cast into this cruel world
In each, holds a potential
and, with a great bit of luck
Fortitude and circumstance
May one day take root
And dance
A morning dance
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Apology
02:57
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Apology
You, more than most
Know, just how flawed
I am
I made a mistake
Words can be callous
And cruel
Mine struck deeply
I offered banality
As an aperture
to mend
Silence speaks
Of still smoldering
Anger
I am sorry
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The Uncivil Society Seattle, Washington
I do, because I love to do it. I understand that I am a hack musician, a terrible vocalist and a sloppy graphic artist. I don’t care about achieving perfection, because I am happiest while being engaged in the exalted messiness of my creative process. I don’t worry about capturing the perfect take. I am satisfied by the pure joy I derive from expressing myself without filter or restraint. ... more
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