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CLEAN HANDS SPOKEN WORD POEMCLEAN HANDS by Amelia Matus
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You Are The High Priestess
You represent mystery - secrets that are yet to be revealed.
You find yourself sitting between two worlds: one dark, one light.
You tend to hold these two worlds in balance, reconciling the two.
Open and welcoming, you invite others to learn your secrets.
Your fortune:
Something hidden, or latent, in your life is about to come forward.
You need to pay more attention to your dreams, thoughts, intuition, and imagination.
And if that involves tapping into your dark side, it will all balance out in the end.
You have a lot of potential dying to be unleashed, so let those gates open! What Tarot Card Are You?HumBird freeVerse diaryHumBird by ameliApoet Matus
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ALL WORK AND POETRY ON THIS PAGE IS COPYWRITE Amelia Matus DON"T MESS WIT IT LESS YA WANNA BLESS WIT IT 2007-2008 and ever after I AM EXQUISITE!!!!!!hmmmmani difranco
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Add to My Profile | More Videosi named the godstheres greek blood in these veins damn near divinci divine slightly closer to the bloodlines of jesus yet not as important as those that came quieter. or those that needed not to be named or told of I dream of my ancestors in their grande orgy ways spirit of fuck throughout the grapeleaves with curly hair and leaves and tempers and the chains of Romans and the promise of Zeuss and the heart shape of aphrodite's ass I named those gods inside that forest the myth that mystified mortal men Great beings with arrows and velvety hair cleopatra the night, her hair on our window let down to cover the sun One of my veins is golden it is hard to puncture and it will not bleed Though we're all mutts of our mythology martyrs to some cause that happened to be told by our great great ones those that are but dust and twilight bones and scripture. teller tongue and story i named those gods when i was still womb laden when i was but a strain on a tree not grown or rooted on a land not yet divided when we were truly all races and not colors or rather colors that raced to rainbows and in eighth grade that teacher from Germany he taught me about my mystical ones wanted me to memorize names that were swirls of circles on grandfathers tongue he was scary and once whipped me in front of the whole class as I shivered i couldn't spit out the stories they sounded wrong on his tongue i wouldn't spit out what we hold sacred put them in a looseleaf notebook pass his test that made me worthy I was the only Greek one in the class and the only one who failed I refused to be tested on our History didn't let it be his story and I remember this each time the white lady on channel twelve tells us once a year in very serious tones that its black history month and then moves on to the weather forecast which always predicts rain.a.m. 07A-artistic angel of all things awe inspired M-moves through life no malic some mischief most brave E-eclectic Eden my elected dream utopia garden L-light lives not listless but leaping thru my limbs I-intersting souls intrigue my iris so i look to eyes A-angelic art forms vary from anguish to angular acceptance arms, open in closed hug fashionI edited my profile with Thomas' Myspace Editor V4.4
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I'd like to meet:

myself in fifty years, anais nin, henry miller, God, my grandpa in my living room occasionaly, SYD BARRETT ( on His terms, plain, time, world ) Jim Morrisoniknowyouaremorenowthaneverson,Creative People, Other Mediums, any artist that wants to be friends. I'm not an elitist as artists should create and not destroy so if you are a genuine person with a weakness for wit and a lusting for laughter, chances are I'd want to be your friend.

Connecticut Beat Poetry Festival 2008

Presented by The Spoken Word Series

Once Allen Ginsberg drew the line after having read Howl, the world was never quite the same.

And now a new time has come, where silent voices of many generations are ready to be heard once again.

The underground and other factions of artists, poets, musicians, and eccentrics are rallying together in mass exodus to commune with each other in Connecticut.

This will be the largest free poetry festival ever held in Connecticut and the Eastern Seaboard.

Who ever participates in this festival will not only network, meet publishers, see old friends and meet new ones, but will also directly contribute to making history.

This will be the Woodstock of poetry festivals.

The underlying intent, in addition to celebrating Beat poets and authors, is to take poets of minor note, regional fame with unknowns and give them strong exposure, just as was the case for our antecedents at 6 Gallery.

To learn more, visit this link:http://www. myspace. com/beatpoetryfestivalBukowski lays it out
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mother lover poet goddess friendlike a dandelion ever yellowgrace in a bold sentient gowndelicate & blessed, dancingfingers across the pagemother lover poet goddess friendstands wings white lookingat a distant light with tender eyesknowing the darkness to bejust misdirected shards ofhuman-shedding evolution pangs& pain is real like burnt popcornbut the ballerina in a box goes onspinning when the batterie's diedacacia tierra crown her to a wild banquetmother lover poet goddess friendsomething different to us allfaithful to each for being everfaithful to herself is her strength is her beautykneeling to gather acorns in herdress of sunlight which isa sweet canope hiding moon til nightthe mother lover poet goddess friendstands in the clearing of herown enchanted forest of thought(by tommy baas 5/2/07)

My Blog

purely profane

serenely lovershape this storys hipto a vaginal triangle with nosharp angles  just angelsand trinitys of Yoni   thisintergalatic hypnotichops into your galaxy without hypebut squares of thought scotch...
Posted by on Thu, 28 May 2009 10:00:00 GMT

Shadow StripTease

he Loves in shades of Bongo       shapes of Beat  rhyme ridden rythmm hidden hand hovered half tapped       hesitant            deliberate        window sill curious            a  tiny     bit of this...
Posted by on Sun, 24 May 2009 20:15:00 GMT

word. to my wise ( LOL)

today was a crazy and cool day and it made me reflect to a song i wrote and is on an album i recently finished.  i combine this with a beat, bongo, horn, and some otha noise :) this is light hearted T...
Posted by on Sun, 24 May 2009 19:57:00 GMT

PleaseBuyMYBOOK $6

i have a beautiful collection of poetry/prose called gem 'n eyesto buy it please go to good japan press on myspace - it is only $6 and they made an exsquitite cover  - if i have no sales ( i need abou...
Posted by on Mon, 16 Feb 2009 23:45:00 GMT

Eden's Eyes ( for a lover )

he has gardens in his eyesthey are lush overgrown not     weed pickedlicked with split beams   one half sun       other moon    Both Shinemoss and cobweb cling to   those lashes that spin dreams from ...
Posted by on Fri, 09 Jan 2009 07:23:00 GMT

(CONCEPT)tion

if i were Mary i would have         fucked Godwould have  worn them universes in my         Virgin HairInstead i sent an...
Posted by on Thu, 08 Jan 2009 23:20:00 GMT

leftovers from lovers

leftovers from lovers a bit of lint from a businessman  some change offered into       a filled cana dancing pole and a wedding band       ...
Posted by on Thu, 08 Jan 2009 23:17:00 GMT

Mista Blues Man

there be a girl named Radiowho tuned in and then turned around to beturned onby a blues manshe began to play jazzjazzy jazz jus' likeherjazzy jazzy      jasmine an'pomegranite ...
Posted by on Tue, 25 Nov 2008 08:25:00 GMT

Oct17 Freaky Spirit - Blog

    Oct. 17 i heard a dog crying at my front door and scratching to get in.  my pug Loki was next to me and my son River was asleep in the other room.  i tried to Ignore at fi...
Posted by on Mon, 20 Oct 2008 00:19:00 GMT

my triangle shaped V ( dedicated to one who will know)

i slip between the sheets of  dimensions easilyperpetualy permiscuous - this soul has shared quite the dual love affair  i love both sexes,  the rosy cheeked heavan and the green c...
Posted by on Mon, 20 Oct 2008 00:15:00 GMT