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About Me

She grips my wrist to spin diction.Like all the monumental men did before me, that played their tunes and laid down their fiction.Let me begin by sending my deepest opinion.The poet is a direct descendent of the greatgalvanized inspiration of muse descended.All words are merely repentance for the chosen poets and truly genuine.Like Walt Whitman...Dancing a jig across the suspension bridges of Camden to Philadelphia and back again.Or maybe the likes of Lord Byron...Whom wooed his women with the limping wisdom of westward images.But we are all just images.Simple concepts written with pens and paper to create a greater vision.We are the substance with-in tradition.We are the present, we are the powerful.And I pay homage to the poets whom know.SeBo*~*RSC*~..

My Interests

Music:

Member Since: 11/10/2006
Band Website: betarecords.com/selby
Band Members: (Selby - Vocal, Rhythm Guitar, Harmonica) (T.E.D. - Bass) (Ray Ward - Lead & Rhythm Guitar, Vocals) (Roy Cole - Drums)
Influences: I have a deep appreciation for any musician that can define themselves through music.
Sounds Like: .. CDBABY LINK for SELBY: Dually Noted --

Record Label: The luckiest one of them all
Type of Label: None

My Blog

INTRICATE PATTERNS OF A CONFESSION

Please allow me to introduce myself...I'm full of common wealth and little tid-bitsof useless jargon and hear say...I forage in my country garden like little stautuesqueelves fixed on out doing themse...
Posted by The Quixote Project on Wed, 04 Apr 2007 08:35:00 PST

KERCHIEF BLUES

In the Solace of crippled Kings,come shredded kerchiefs to glazened eyes.That mercury sound, svelte musicality, hits me soundly.Escapades exquisite and melodies ensnare my senses.Cavernous brigades ma...
Posted by The Quixote Project on Sat, 13 Jan 2007 10:18:00 PST

AROUND THESE WORDS

I want to wrap my lips around these words,like new pages just'a wait'in to be heard.Patiently, to do what they've been brought here to do.Become.To come alive on websites, like real live poetspounding...
Posted by The Quixote Project on Tue, 02 Jan 2007 10:03:00 PST

I-95 BURNERS

Sing the siren songs of these sweet vocab melodiesplaced soft off drifting tongues.Like seeping through teeth and finger tips,too numb to rub it's thumb and index.Big money words like fat platnium cra...
Posted by The Quixote Project on Thu, 28 Dec 2006 12:20:00 PST

THIS CORNER OF MINE

A.1. I've been wrapped up and rooted,gently handed off like paper "meshay" snowflakes caught off guard and wandering.2. I've been chewed up & spat out,dancing jigs like happylittle lepreicons high...
Posted by The Quixote Project on Sat, 23 Dec 2006 07:09:00 PST