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About Me

Italian Mix: 2 parts Sicilian, 1 part Napolitan, 1 part Calabrais; American made, boiled up in New York, Brooklyn; 1 shattered mold. heh heh... Got my education in Art, work in media, though I'm always busy doin my own thing. For someone who loves games, there's some games I don't play. "Healthy", "Functional", "Stable" are words I utter in my sleep; then I wake, and the world's like one big MYSPACE. lololol

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George Washington, 1789-1797 "I hope I shall always possess firmness and virtue enough to maintain what I consider the most enviable of all titles, the character of an Honest Man."

i crawled into this space in the tunnel of my mind; watching pieces of myself drag along corridors of contemplation, bleeding blood of many colors. i sat in the dark, painting with my flesh, frustrating over how bad it's going. It's all a confusing mess; though i insist upon making something, one day, something beautiful.
(c) Richard FaRaino, that's me.

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My Interests

I'd like to meet:

.. .. .. i'd like to meet .. .. ..valuable social discoveries.
Good deep conversation;
that kind that makes you both laugh and cry at the same time.

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I'd like to meet Artists, deep thinkers, imaginative people who are aware of reality. poets: I encourage people to feel free and drop some poems into my comment box. That would be cool.

SOMETHING THAT I WROTE

One night when I was alone and layin back, I entered into this dream-like state. You know? That kind of mind that indians smoke mad drugs to get to. I however, did it on two hits of haze, and a pitcher of sangria. Anyway, so there I was, seeing life through the consequent layers of metaphysical reality. Some people call it getting deep. I see it more like floating, or like being teleported into a living rock firmament, or the epidermis, of a greater organism. Sometimes I hear people joke about it, make theories about it, that social, collective giant. When I get this way, it's as though someone catapulted this giant into space and sling-shotted him into billions of tiny particles that if I went outside at the appropriate time, I'd see lights

So, these particles, populate the night like electric storms, rolling and engulfing the sky, my mind, like waves of spectral locusts or fractal bursts; multi-faceted, which flash their holograms of what life becomes when you're not really thinking about it. Laying vulnerable, behind the guarded bars of secrets and exaggerated realities that disappear when there's noone around to lie to.

I may think about faith and family, my place in society; friends that have vanished, reappeared, then vanished again; I think about my past, my future, my death; time, the universe, all that; all those tiny particles being so easy to understand, in that breath, then easier to forget.

Then, of course, the most brilliant, gem-like, precious of all those shining facets; spangled showering, like that angelic poltergeist countenance, which appears glorious for a split moment only to horrify you the next: women.

There was an instant when I thought she had revealed unto me the all great mystery of how to get loved. It was simple. I had it all figured out, then I fell asleep and woke up in a dream where I was running, then came the morning.

WOW!

Please

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My Blog

I Followed The Sound Into The Street

I followed the sound into the street, when I-I followed the sound into the street,when I was of age;remembering how the big boys played, their toy gun games, pretending, they was gangster.The little g...
Posted by on Mon, 02 Mar 2009 22:20:00 GMT

Yet another Dark Poem

Bliss, is the best I've ever felt;time slowly melts, that frozen architect of self.living takes a whole lot of finding out.it's not my world, from the start;my soul, joins the other worlds,on the outs...
Posted by on Thu, 26 Feb 2009 23:05:00 GMT

WORK OF A GIANT

Sometimes, usually at dusk or dawn,the city seems fake somehow, paper, drawn,rough cut, though wonderfully lit;like a backdrop layered in silhouette.I find myself scanning the rooftops,for mysterious ...
Posted by on Wed, 29 Oct 2008 06:07:00 GMT

Thinking is a lot like feeling

It's a pain to think sometimes, man;It's like a migraine in my head, the things I understand.Should I feel guilty that I choose to limit my thinking?Thinking, touches like feeling,or a wind which carr...
Posted by on Fri, 24 Oct 2008 06:28:00 GMT

At Thirty-Three

At Thirty-Threequite possibly, hard of learning;I dream of living more responsibly,though there's always something new for me,to get caught up in.I remember back hustling,for no apparrent reason,excep...
Posted by on Mon, 14 Apr 2008 21:05:00 GMT

KEEP SAYING

Curb your thinking, keep saying;no sense in the petty down bringing;let what is be, keep saying; say it to me.Keep yourself seeing,those happy little specks between blinking;remembering, those things,...
Posted by on Mon, 14 Apr 2008 20:52:00 GMT

FASCINATING

It's a fascinating thing,how we don't decide who we are.It's all as though,body comes together with soul;the individual comes,of what's made of them both.My vessel; my organism;my vehicle to this worl...
Posted by on Mon, 14 Apr 2008 19:26:00 GMT

All That Life

All that life,in the burning recognizing;see the hatchlings scurry acrossthe beaches of Madison Avenue -in the morning;surrounded by the sleeping outer boroughs,where the five o'clock crows converse,i...
Posted by on Thu, 31 May 2007 15:50:00 GMT

I Followed the Sound into the Street(revised)

...what you know is right.

Were you ever sure that something was happening,then got suddenly blind-sided by a point totally different?Though in the back of your mind,you were sure that the first thing was right.Then, while tryi...
Posted by on Sun, 21 Jan 2007 16:29:00 GMT