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Tin Men

Been so busy with the BLiNd TRuTh Projects that I decided to sit back in reflection and post one of my earlier poems.  Enjoy -HB   Tin Men 1968 Marlette Singlewide 12x60  A shack made h...
Posted by on Fri, 04 Jan 2008 08:21:00 GMT

Snowblindness

We called you Petro due toyour quest for the best of timesAlways down for a hustle (at least until the money came) a car stero extraction specialistled many midnight fence hopping rendezvousNothing bu...
Posted by on Fri, 28 Sep 2007 16:25:00 GMT

Conditioned Acceptance

The Walking Dead-                     Our predispositional         &...
Posted by on Sun, 09 Sep 2007 13:20:00 GMT

The Dacha

Although I've never really received much response from this poem it is by far one of my favorites. You see, one way of combating my rapid loss of short term and ultimately long term memory is through ...
Posted by on Mon, 27 Aug 2007 00:02:00 GMT

I Stole Hip Hop

I stole Hip Hop I know what you're think'n You got it in your mind that I Stole Hip Hop in a Pete Nice           MC Serch sort of    &nbs...
Posted by on Mon, 20 Aug 2007 00:40:00 GMT

Inexpensive Mortar

This one's a little off track, but it's for someone that still matters. -HB   The air not right tonight  City skyline's peppered in a monsoon of sad verses as Naruda weeps from the heaven...
Posted by on Fri, 10 Aug 2007 19:55:00 GMT

Patience

Coming of age-When Health is not a given and Occupational specialties wrench formulas of life expectancy. All things considered, my verses linger in infancy. The Irony of Anxiety over Poetry Perpl...
Posted by on Fri, 13 Jul 2007 18:37:00 GMT

Note to Self

You're uncomfortable-Monotony of a dull drum life broken up by a rebel's pen.  That pain in your stomach? Yeah it's hunger; But not for food glutton. Pay Attention! It grows stronger with e...
Posted by on Sat, 07 Jul 2007 22:50:00 GMT

Gang of Blue

Do you remember Officer Protect and Serve,that night in the alley.....? So close to shiftchange the innocent girl was struck in the face by a drunkard. You and your gang of blue,Kennewick's finest.......
Posted by on Sat, 30 Jun 2007 23:33:00 GMT

Sometimes

Just having some fun with this one. Sometimes I prefer to walk alone     loitering in deep thoughtSometimes I'm on the verge of loneliness     longing for a sho...
Posted by on Fri, 11 May 2007 15:56:00 GMT