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Ant Online Now!	Nov 30 2009 3:46 PM Reverie by Anthony Eusanio Alone, and all will enter this winter catheter very handsome this dense disaster thy boon is mostly memory free with the moon to live in reverie I find a such a Such as not it comes and goes without a thought the legions of deadfalls amongst evergreens are those I cling to thus my song screams Deep-like sunlight swaying by my stand suddenly by Midnight comes a broken hand A silvery stag no hunter can touch but fragmented dreams can hurt so much we'll kiss and dance under a little tree whose safe,tight bark bleeds reverie This Spring Black flowers don't concern me
Dark Lady Poetry Online Now!	Nov 30 2009 10:18 AM Thank you for the recent add!
MrDaMan	Nov 29 2009 10:55 PM Rocknrolla by MrDaMan Virgil R. Hall II (Randy) She’s got devils wings and an angels horns A look in her eye that God has scorned. Her halo a snare that seduces desires gut hooks the soul and sets it to fire. Like the devils driving beat of a demons conun…drum. On a one way mission Ya gotta get some! She drives my nascent evil with every heavens grind. And I run every red sign in my blinking mind I’m not lost… I just don’t want to be found. I’m a stray dog looking for flesh to pound Padding the street with every beat until they bury me in the ground
Captain Rum Dum Ridiculous	Nov 29 2009 6:08 AM "The Lion" is mustard I'm feeling it
Reverend Furank!!!	Nov 28 2009 8:10 PM The Lion Inside my soul screams pacing like a lion in a cage trapped in this skin trapped on this rock going nowhere one endless circle for all eternity. I've seen what happens to dogs digging under fences escaping the comfort of warm hands looking for greener grass petrified on highways wishing they were back home. Back and forth I hunger for the pharaohs red flesh christian appetizers the sweet air of freedom beyond my prison horizons I'll never reach. Dreams of heaven lost in their evil smiles my claws now manicured by their lies my roar silenced by their disease. My heart marinated in their poison still beats strong if only I knew the secrets of alchemist ghosts I would tear a hole in their universe. If only I could stop this anger... the bars would disappear and the true light would absorb their power making me king again. F. A. Bella 11-28-09 11:27AM
fhaedra	Nov 27 2009 10:17 PM Keep shining your light, 10K. We are listening with attentive ears and open minds =;)
Lady of Fire ☼	Nov 27 2009 9:37 PM Thanks for the feature and cutting the track for me. Bo Blount and Glen Still really know how to make things happen! I adore you guys...and thanks again!
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In just us for all	Nov 27 2009 7:43 PM Home of the Grave Let us not play with castrated politicians Rather Let them hang up to dry, Along with their ambitious intentions to destroy mankind! We can’t clean the air , while their polluting stench recklessness stares. Where’s the love? You have no money, No power No say Nothing good to come of this! Nothing comes to anyone if were all dead, The air we can no longer breathe Dig your own hole, land of the free home of the grave Swallow your transport oil, show passport to get on my own soil Rain rancid acid, Splash of U.V. sunshine I’m wasted thirsty Let us melt together How sad it is Don’t sing to me! I don’t want to hear your tragic dope song. Change or hope is long gone, For you and me bitching doesn’t solve anything! I don’t care as long as I have my weed. Stupid fuck! How you going to smoke your shit, if you can’t breathe? Enjoy the world while you can We are Armageddon We are here! Don’t ask to be saved, when you can save yourselves. Do or be undone!
MrDaMan	Nov 27 2009 7:01 PM Pacifists Bullet by MrDaMan Virgil R. Hall II (Randy) There is something about peace and love that isn’t quite universal. There’s too much envy, greed and intolerance. Nature’s heavy handed tough love constantly culling the herd of the weak with the ravages of savage humanity. Blame the finger of God or the reason of mankind’s collectivist insanity, blame the acceptance of hatred, racism or a heightened sense of tribal vanity. Even blame itself can be blamed as a man chasing his tale. This is a rock and a hard place in a pillow fight of souls, deadly as time is to mortality, forgiving only momentarily, as the stones are squeezed for every ounce of blood. This is the justice of chaos, judge of life and jury of peers. Free will is a gun full auto trigger on choice. If it wasn’t for peace and love, none of this would be worthwhile, worth living, worth desire… Worth the fire… in a pacifists bullet.
allison	Nov 27 2009 5:42 PM Confessions of a Yogi My stance is wide, feet anchored with all four sides. I establish my foundation with careful regard to the distribution of weight. I find my center, pelvis tucked under, so as not to spill it's precious contents. I support my arms with inner strength, relax my shoulders and radiate. I am balanced with an easy view, hovering in the distance. My neck is free as the roof of my skull reaches with optimism towards the sky, and I wonder why my legs are trembling. I should be stronger. I should have more control than this. My shoulders are heavy and begin to droop like wilted leaves, thirsty for water. Dejected by this quick decay, my mind begins to wander. I am so owned by this flimsy shell I call my home, dictating the limits to my endurance. I am weak in this fleshy coat. Why am I here? What is the point? Where am I going to run to? I want to break down. I want to breathe. I'm not breathing. My blood is empty. All courage drained, all my windows are smashed in this domestic struggle. The interior exposed to an unforgiving landscape, where judgment reigns and guilt is abundance. So I fill my cup with oxygen and raise my fist to the gods of war and I drink from this iron goblet. I am fierce. I am tired. I am warrior.
Coyote Johnson	Nov 27 2009 3:23 AM Thanks for becoming citizens of Sector 5 of free Savoy. "all by all and deep by deep and more by more they dream their sleep" -- e.e. cummings
allison	Nov 26 2009 3:44 PM Epona's Wild Daughter Season me with all the spice your soul can spare. Believe in me. Let your guard down and surrender to love. To all the things that hold you back from breathing. Even if you can't see them, just sing them. The sun can't find the moon can't find us where we're hiding. The sun can't find the moon can't find us where we're hiding. She offers us her guiding hand with grace and we embrace her will. Let our guard down and surrender to her plan. To her plan... follow the rhythm Every grain of sand... Follows the rhythm and if you trust your intuition and follow the rhythm Love and life will flow through the mouth of the river and EXPLODE.... Releasing the past that's holding us fast in it's grasp. The intricate patterns are weaving a new song and we ride it along and along and along.
bettie	Nov 25 2009 11:44 PM HAPPY THANKSGIVING !!!! HUGGES
Christopher Stravener	Nov 25 2009 9:07 PM A Backwards Life, Lived Horizontally edging his empire stretched these precincts his feelings centered in himself but extended to shadow territories itchy ghost fingers, twitching uncertainly, existing simultaneously in relative dimensions (trust me in this) he saw: (1) polyester and nylon (2) sovereigns in the dying world (3) true gold he lay exposed on the naked mountain nourishing our shaven imagination enabling sordid truth to escape beneath the surface of a diminishing sine wave but you should not creep blindly away no, no you should shake those mean language sluts whose cloak becomes complacency (4) dishonesty doppelgangers all syntax blowback bombing with metaphorical allusion three million starving and so much adjective soup they are sad tacos, my people: gods jackoff to humanity’s pornography & for the want of a meaningful relationship these days souls are havested in stunning heists masked divinities throwing barstools in the last chance saloon (a downside of happy hour) so then do we not digest thoroughly our horizontal experience? eating we are extracting the juice of the marrow i am the slimy crow blackhearted you are the plunger undeterred he is the toothy inmate describing in languid squirts the algebra of these starving lives i remain aloof to your slanders i have already bitten the hand that feeds me
faruk	Nov 25 2009 2:57 PM Më në fund shpërtheu me gjithë të palarat e veta.
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~Schmetterling ™ 10K поэтесса~	Nov 24 2009 7:52 PM Thank you my wonderful 10K family for the honor you gave me!!!!! I am humbled & excited!!! :D Glen, you rock!
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Tammy	Nov 24 2009 3:24 AM Have a bright monday, filled with ~PEACE~ ~LOVE and ~LIGHT~
OPEN MIC CONTEST! WIN FREE STUDIO TIME AND MORE!	Nov 23 2009 9:22 PM WELCOME TO PART 3 OF THIS AMAZING OPEN MIC CONTEST! TOMORROW (TUESDAY 24TH) EVERY WEEK HAS BEEN BIG! LAST WEEK WE HAD DEF JAM, COLUMBIA, AND SONY IN THE HOUSE! ITS GOING DOWN AGAIN TOMORROW SOMEBODY IS GOING TO WIN A STUDIO SESSION WITH SUPER PRODUCER GI JOE WHO IS THE MAN BEHIND CHRISETTE MICHELE AND MANY OTHER ESTABLISHED ARTISTS! WE ARE CALLING ALL SINGERS, RAPPERS, ALL MUSIC GENRES TO PERFORM SEE YOU THERE! @ KARMA LOUNGE FIRST AVE BETWEEN 3RD AND 4TH STREET MANHATTAN NY ARTIST SIGN UP 8.30PM SHOW STARTS 9PM ADMISSION ONLY $10 AUDIENCE AND INDUSTRY JUDGES PICK WINNER! BE THERE!
allison	Nov 23 2009 7:09 PM scarred I was eight years old when my shield broke. When the bleak realization of cause and effect seeped in through iodined skin, and the mirror showed me my ruined reflection. The days preceding were glorious; Christmas with Nonna, the secret piercing of ears, cabbage patch kid, and curlers in my hair. I loved everywhere, everything, everyone. I was fast. Strong little legs that carried me quickly over clay banks, as the sharp blades of grass whipped against my shins, smearing ink like strips, cacti jumping at my ankles. Rarely would I walk, I would skip for miles, roller skate till my feet were numb, as the winterized roads rattled my spine. I was stronger than the boys. I was soft as a cloud, and harder than stone, but I was far too fast that day. I scanned my surroundings and climbed off my chair, making my way through the maze of adults, through the legs of the table, elbows and knees, cutlery clinking against the china, just to say hello to my new little friend. She was sleeping that's OK. I offered her my hand as a gesture of peace. She had one eye open. Time was suspended. A snarled twitch of the upper lip, and fear seared my veins; a hot rush of fight or flight. I flinched in response. The cruel attack of swords forged in bone. I felt her sharp teeth puncture my skin, raking my gums like a pile of leaves. Her lower jaw, deep into my neck, attached face to face, I could not move. I was paralyzed. I vaguely remember a guttural noise escaping my throat, and petting her head to comfort her. She didn't mean it. She shook, and I shook, and we remained this way; tears mixed with blood streaming down our face. There was nothing I could do. My mother screamed. A scream that rang in my heart like a recess bell, releasing me from the tedium of this struggle. I collapsed in my fathers arms as he scooped me up. The red stain spreading against his crisp wh
allison	Nov 23 2009 2:45 PM Ravaged Dirty sheets and dirty hair. I am wore-torn, threadbare. Tear me apart, like a mother shreds linen rags on a Saturday. It's almost noon and I cannot move. I cannot do. Procrastinate. Errands line up before me like sitting ducks in a carnival game. I take my aim but I cannot win. This game is rigged.
John Najjar	Nov 23 2009 9:03 AM Three poems in three days, this is the last one , my friend: Silence. I sit here on this dusty winter's day in summer as I search and wonder. I look for other possibilities, other possibilities that may slide beneath the true measure of cruel reason. This day hangs in the wind and so the known transforms into the unknown; how easy is it to see only what you want in this shady dance of chance. We are shadows cast on a window blind, in this mad dance with the light always behind; like dried leaves circling on the wind, we are caught in a bind. Searching the halls of memory. I seek to question beginnings and endings, only to find I am not one but many. The self is just a show, another flickering shadow play; a fool's parade, a clock work dash. I can not find anywhere else to go, anywhere else to call home. Reflections of reflections, we are only shadows; Shadows cast by the light that blinds us so. We are limited creatures that cannot bear to look at the sun, for it blinds us so, and so we run. We cannot see what we do not want to know. In this show, a masquerade, a play, only each experienced moment, though it slips away fro us, can light the way, for it leaves us no time to question what might have been, but leaves us with only what as been; comfort is only found in hindsight. I cry out to a distant heaven but the stars cannot hear me. My poised heart hungers; such vague longings lead me to seek for intangible resolutions that can move through this experience of succession; a nothingness emptied into the darkness, I am left alone, as I search for another pattern to hold reason and passion in tension. I struggle with contractions that can never find resolution, and so I dance, another shadow; a clock work puppet I hunger and thirst, another day has been blown away, another night still to come; I sit here and dance, play and wonder of other things, another time, another place, another shadow b
Archaeopteryx	Nov 23 2009 6:02 AM (More Traffic) Surprises and ambiguity are my good friends Surprises are inviting; knowing is sound, secure But it would end the writing I like to know the vehicle but not the path it travels Me, a video camera, and the mystery unravels I think I will die young and away from home.

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