Tag: America
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Nighttime Winds
Nighttime winds whip ‘n whorl tree branches, as mist sprays directionless. And in some odd hour of the night limbs are felled without witness. The abundant fragrance of new growth birthed and nurtured at 130’ now sits street side. In the morning, the robin on the high hill bathes in the perfume. He thrashes in…
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Like You Always Used To Do
you look up at the moon tonight, like you always used to do. not the same pale arizona moon, though. the douglas fir points with tri-tips, bent like a phoenix, toward it. clouds pass by swirling and melting. the moon shines with a rainbow halo surrounding it, which changes shape and intensity as the clouds…
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Like the Tree
Be still Be still like the tree Who grows and branches effortlessly Who knows The most appropriate answer To the most immediate question Be still Be still like the tree Who is not divided Who does not second guess But continues to reach further Pointing to the sky Expanding While time passes us by Be…
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A Call to the Artist Archetypes
When we gonna listen, And realize we got nothing to say, When we gonna break up, ‘Cause we got nothing new to Say. We’re all just on some mission, some cheap and self glorifying mission, When’re we gonna listen, (Electronic music interlude… Still going…. Breaking it down now, still…………breaking down…………… ) OK. Here we go……
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A Call to the Artist Archetypes
When we gonna listen,And realize we got nothing to say,When we gonna break up,‘Cause we got nothing new toSay.We’re all just on some mission,some cheap and self glorifyingmission,When’re we gonna listen, (Electronic music interlude… Still going…. Breaking it down now, still…………breaking down…………… ) OK. Here we go… i’ve got another question for ya. …
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Tsuga Heterophylla (Haiku Poem)
Tsuga Heterophylla Twisted boughs branching Silver dragons scales intertwine reaching in spires Towards the divine evergreen needles fallinglike beads of streaked rain Hemlock’s ancient lore is wisdom unspoken.
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Words Can’t Save Our Soul
Well we know it’s not the same now, As it was before. It’s been chewed up and spit out. Left out on the floor. Left out on the floor. All we have is words now, To save our barren souls. . When will we Wake up to the reality that’s staring us straight in the…
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Apparition in Seattle
The fog was beginning to burn off and reveal the sun streaked sky. A voice in my head rang like a hymn, saying, why work today? Stop and go. Stop and go. A little closer now. A little closer now.
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Discrimination (A poem)
Discrimination is in every act of perception, so we’ve been told, it’s something we’re scared of, because that’s what we’ve been sold. How can we see the uniqueness in anything without this discriminating quality? Why do we run, why do we run, we give them the power, like a gun. We preach individuality. Lost in…
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Thug Raid at 4 a.m.
The raid happened swiftly. Under the cover of night where the moans and groans would be a little softer and the insolence suppressed by the tremor of wakefulness. RV’s lined the street sandwiched between an industrial park and rail yard. The police ushered all the campers out of their RV’s, took their names, or whatever…
Daniel J Flosi is Consumed 