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April 2012

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“What I’ve Learned” a poem by me in collaboration with @camovement. Here’s a video recording of a piece I wrote in grad school for a random assignment my professor and advisor, Michael Meyers, gave to me. He told me to spend an  hour writing the first things that come to my mind about what I know and that gradually we could work on editing it….

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No matter how dim it gets wherever i am

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frankocean: I never quit working. I work in the dark cause work is light. I tell my work all my problems because it never gives answers i have already. It never edits without me. Doesn’t call me names. I give my work away, because it doesn’t cost me much. In fact i’m indebted. I work hard since life is hard. Death is a soft place,…

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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8ZY42HZSIhA Heartpocalypse (via Jose Castillo) (Source: http://www.youtube.com/)

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12/30 NaPoMo

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there was a moaning saxophone and a tired accordion sitting by the canal practically hummingsomething about the magicof human hands,the breath of spiritual winds,the body is instrumental I wrote you a poem.

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11/30 NaPoMo

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multiple dimensions journeya million roadsto the other sidethere will always be the missingof space in betweenthe two, made one. riddle me how the heart grows fonderthis way, how no matter wherei travel, you are the only languagei seem to understand.

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10/30 NaPoMo

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if ever the gentle deservepresses up against the scarredwindshield of a life you’ve driven throughdon’t press the breaks, just yetthere is always the wind to twist through your curlsthe shiver of firststhe rain storm of new beginnings slowly the weight of tomorrows will come with their new share of forget me notslet them comein due timelet them comeif they will itthey will let you live this over and over…

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9/30

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separate the politicsof America, wherethe soul doneskipped off to?do we call this living or still borndreamland, folksfull of limbo and loss?children born in bloodof fist and fire,where ever the ruthless,the corrupt, the downrightdizzied spirit, protest ones—bring your babies to the river, batheem in starlightwith limitless and ritual.this is how we survivethe unsurvivable,humanity, an outdated wordempathy, an extraterrestrialmake love, aliens make love.

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