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i have been awarded
ward time with wardens
drawn from bow strings

those hard calciumed
heart strings hardly
got to be played for us
in this punishing prison
of my mental jacket

» Posted By Phil On 05.06.2012 @ 9:35 am


this catcher receives
a new force

off-course and discoursed alignments
have tried to force
this catcher to move

removed from distraction
all abstraction
and subtract
to this moment

a monument in time

» Posted By Phil On 03.27.2012 @ 8:23 pm


a set sail
decides a path swerving
in right directions

adrift in a sea of coiling serpents
seize this moment
to manufacture yourself
a man

» Posted By Phil On 03.26.2012 @ 8:53 pm


It was an exquisite diamond necklace, that fancy Victorian kind like one might see in frescoes of the British ladies being carried through the jungles of South Asia on the shoulder of some half-naked, brown-skinned tribesmen.

» Posted By Phil On 03.24.2012 @ 3:32 pm


in the swing of it
a set of things
have gone awry;

“full swing”
if you will

a tip of the hat signaled
a tip of the tounge
only to prick
the tip of an iceburg
of chilled ills
and deft lungs

» Posted By Phil On 03.06.2012 @ 9:04 pm


i used to weave all the time. its a passion of mine. i could sit ther for hours thinking of nothing while contemplating everything. i have grown distant from this passion. i have grown consumed with the nothinness of materials.

» Posted By phil On 03.02.2012 @ 11:22 pm

she encircled throughout each
every follicle of fake hair
enflamed and enraged
like a battle engaged
like an engaged couple
dueling duets of deadly wit and debt

she uprooted
to leave
unlike the aged tree-trunks
so stuck in the mud
so cut and so stumped

the rings revealed
every year wisdom was missed

» Posted By Phil On 03.02.2012 @ 6:02 pm


four realms
surround and bounce
ideas like balls
bowling for something
to strike a spark

a match
missed its mark
and echoes wet realities
unintended with lukewarm dullness

» Posted By Phil On 02.07.2012 @ 7:16 pm


» Posted By Phil On 02.07.2012 @ 1:41 pm


at odd times
we find out
locked-out self-esteem

even as we rhyme
with great rhythm and reason
we commit treason
to the self,
the building pressure of steam

» Posted By Phil On 01.30.2012 @ 6:54 am


high five a lime light
life gave you lemons
take each sour puck
of fucked up opportunity

ensemble a mutiny
and overthrow
a barrier’s queen and conquerer

monger each meager moment

» Posted By Phil On 01.25.2012 @ 8:39 pm


i have built pick-it fences
to surround and defend
an ego

without a head,
no defense can
be left unenduring;
could not advance
or focus forward

» Posted By Phil On 01.22.2012 @ 6:01 pm


she struts
as if
could never fit
within the width
of the world.

a model
means to showcase
a middle class existence
and strict father figures
that sank their skinny
sins deep enough within

» Posted By Phil On 01.20.2012 @ 2:17 pm


she bellowed forth her belly
a projection of God’s light;
of life and of death cyclically

never cynically,
she respected the word of her bellied protrusions
in preparation for the perfect night

the gift of purpose;
a lifted soul
high on divinity
in an unworried world

» Posted By Phil On 01.17.2012 @ 10:42 am

below the belly of the beast
he had bellowed forth his breath
full with width
glutton of breadth

a tornado wind escaped from pandora’s voice box
a vocal event
unbequeathed of expression

» Posted By Phil On 01.16.2012 @ 5:07 pm


the morning dew
found itself to be
quite crisp;
similar as such
to the coldening air
that occurs after Christmas.

the kicks
and the crinkling of gift wrap
always seemed to find itself
by the bedside
throwing up and out
all sorts of merriment.

» Posted By Phil On 01.13.2012 @ 5:03 pm


upon sparkling stream
a seamless consciousness
was withheld within its shimmering wonder

what willingful mindsets
spaced out
to such spaceship travels

an unraveled brain
begets a universe border’s strain

» Posted By Phil On 01.11.2012 @ 1:11 pm


primal tendencies
tend to drag rough meat from bloody bones
like tender baked ribs

this lingering long lust
lasts in the lashed-out

» Posted By Phil On 01.09.2012 @ 4:25 pm


the slick click-clack
of broken and battered backs
clicked like sneak attacks

what stealthy gold
of nations hold

» Posted By Phil On 01.08.2012 @ 9:55 am


a dime a
teen-aged dream ;
a baked team of them

a liter of littered
scattered shrapnel punks

drunk on euphoric hormone
high on dopamine steam

» Posted By Phil On 01.06.2012 @ 9:31 pm


the surgeon’s bloody pride was in high regard
much like the fronts erected in your name.

birthed by spit and humility projected,
you have wrecked a clean spectacular being
for a cheap spectacle.

» Posted By Phil On 01.06.2012 @ 7:35 am


his crown adorned
of prickly stabbing
which numbed the
witches ever-laying at his side.

it was not for spite,
but for sins
for which each god died.

» Posted By Phil On 01.04.2012 @ 11:31 am


the back of the line
for those stabbers
who stuff pressured thoughts
on the back burner

negative shivs
subtract a mindless
blood letter with each
executive sentence

» Posted By Phil On 01.03.2012 @ 8:19 pm


a champagne breakfast
begets a drunken attraction
buzzed with blissful stupor
spell’t out by a wizard’d charming chant

» Posted By Phil On 01.02.2012 @ 10:12 pm


the estate of the
ways we wind
mind the wind of it all.

we breeze by
in unrooted rites
by right of one’s will
we will live as fit we seem.

» Posted By Phil On 12.31.2011 @ 11:38 pm


the halucinagen
makes moves again

i sense a seventh scent by sight
a prickly sound
i see round smells
and taste and touch the light

» Posted By Phil On 12.29.2011 @ 9:05 pm


such a calm reserve.
she deserved a reverence
most versed in grace.

a tip-toe dance.
a rhythm’s trance.
she is the essence of blessing;
a delicate design wrapped in lace.

» Posted By Phil On 12.05.2011 @ 8:00 pm


by god’s promise
are you kept in,
silent sleep
with counted sheep
amassing a mastered brand.

by advertisor’s hand;
brand new requests of
supply and demand.

» Posted By Phil On 12.03.2011 @ 6:18 pm


it was in the winter
with a spark
of blazing interest
was i noticed.

candle flames
produced wax so warm
old flames couldn’t
blame their bones
for such wintry weather.

» Posted By Phil On 11.20.2011 @ 8:20 am


s(he) left
those rites of passages
by the mail box
for the mail man
to pick it up
and leave it for
some other fellow
who believed
in all of it’s
paper sail boat

» Posted By Phil On 11.15.2011 @ 5:53 pm

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