Tag Archives: perception

Back Again

Fence built between private and public space all eyes averted all actions segregated. Corazon just one word makes a song just one beat all day long driven. Me and the bird tapping you and the bird flown back again. The … Continue reading

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Sure Don’t Be So

  What the teacher does not know is muddled into an open discussion subtely swayed is her way under guise of democratic logic. The pastor of a trusting congregation selects a favorite didactic passage and frames it in pop assumptions … Continue reading

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Look for Music in Noise

Perceptions branch out appropriately every couple of heartbeats so far from truth but serviceable. Eyes need rubbing and get blurred close to incapable so far from truth but genuine. The wildly grained wall enforces an even lineup of nonsensicals so … Continue reading

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Alive

Mothers and fathers love to talk about the early years when they were growing up when theiir kids were rattling cages big and small and throwing everything from socks to rocks at the pillars of society and the family. That’s … Continue reading

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Makes the Man

He was taken shopping by a woman who wanted him to give her his importance. Not allowed to choose between the clothes tried on his wearing them was enough – and his paying for them. The old outfit was left … Continue reading

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The Direction of Causation

[verse] When death appears to comfort mourners at a wake soldiers in a war makes us wonder if we see straight or upside down. When time puts children in charge like when parents grow too fragile to know what’s right … Continue reading

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Broken With Stars

  Morning sky filled or rather scattered with pink loose ready inches cold and sinewy grams streaks of measurement tints of skewed view not felt but surmised. By mid-day comes haze less than particulate mess obfuscation of refusal low sitting … Continue reading

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