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My four poems are:
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Excluding Reality
Excluding the facts that . . .
One, I suffer paralyzing stage-fright
even in front of small crowds, and
Two, Im tone deaf, and
Three, that I cant play any musical instruments
. . . Id be a superbad rockstar
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HeavenHellGoodEvilIntentionality
The road to hell is paved with good intentions
The road to heaven is paved with good intentions
I cant remember which one is correct
They both seem like they could be
I suspect that the following are also
The road to hell is paved with evil intentions
The road to heaven is paved with evil intentions
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You can only get to whats possible in your life when you look at your life to see whats missing
The possibility of powerlessness.
The possibility of power.
The power of possibility.
The powerlessness of possibility.
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The Reinventionalists
Two skulls.
Two souls.
Two sex drives.
Two musos.
Two muses.
Two longfound/longlost lovers.
The mistake is hoping this is forever.
The wedding beginning.
A paintstripe separates then and now.
Permanent impermanence.
This didnt begin with cafés.
This didnt paint itself red upon a blank black canvass.
This didnt shout nude from mountain tops.
This didnt bow down to our inner lights.
This didnt express itself via our words.
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Notes:
I read this poem at a Radisson Hotel, 700 Elm Street, room 1203, Manchester, New Hampshire, USA.
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. . . upon liquidity the whimsical run away . . . Why does the wind look back?
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