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another voice

remember kids, it's not really considered darkness if you are holding a light for others to see!

About Me

poetry is a mirror, of sorts .. . reflecting what the world costumes itself in . . .
it seems vastly undervalued in this false age of the new millenium's dawn . . .
poetry, if we listen, speaks to an inner awareness yearning for something to call "beautiful," to call "truth" if, but for that moment in time .. .. something for us to hold onto as "meaning" ... .
rhyme never really was phonetics . . . it just sounds that way . . .

check the blogs for poems i write daily . . .
feel free to leave a comment too (hint hint)

I edited my profile with Thomas Myspace Editor V3.6 !

My Interests

expression .. . .
cursing the darkness ...
the human condition and what makes it that way
making people actually THINK
uhm .... cursing the darkness ...
making people FEEL
making people RESPOND
did i mention cursing the darkness?
breaking pop cultures clay feet
oh yes . . . getting published would be fun too .. .

and that whole cursing the darkness thing we poets are supposed to do

I'd like to meet:

the failed poet who decided that rhyming was low brow literature and criminalized it . . .
everyone else who bought into that hooey ..

Music:

most anything but rap .. .
... and opera
... and "today's country"
... and today's "pop music"

Movies:

dead poets society (you had to see that coming)

Television:

if life was a golf game, television would be its sand trap .. . . a quick sand trap, in fact
if life was a human body, television would be its hemmorhoids

Books:

i hear they are still being read ... is that true?

Heroes:

ee cummings, edgar allen poe, bernie taupin, billy joel, bob dylan,

My Blog

oh! lookee! another online whore tactic!

are you tired of being single like  me? she posed in front of some mirror with her digital camera, posing the question to me while trying to look provocative so i would be horny enough to come ...
Posted by another voice on Sun, 10 Jun 2007 12:25:00 PST

the expression of art in one's soul

everyone has in them ART. ART cannot solely find meaning on canvas, music, or words. ART is that fire burning in us to see things not as they reportedly are but what they are to ourselves ...
Posted by another voice on Sat, 09 Jun 2007 02:52:00 PST

tall tails

height is perspective's                         illusion from a distance when my own thumb covers half a s...
Posted by another voice on Sat, 09 Jun 2007 01:55:00 PST

nothing is temporary now

girl friday in the machine shop empty desks during wartime. . . . rosie is not so riveting in her overalls making other plans for parenthood trying to punch an outscourced timeclock that just isn't ...
Posted by another voice on Sat, 09 Jun 2007 10:10:00 PST

a dick shunned

a dick shunned is a private eye unemployed ... cocksurety cold-showered... pricking a finger until it drops pointlessly... can't spank that monkey on a back for organ grinding and other poking around...
Posted by another voice on Fri, 08 Jun 2007 10:09:00 PST

sewing up our vision of time

a stitch in time never stopped a moment from coming apart                 at the seems . . perception is a tailor always trying to make ...
Posted by another voice on Thu, 07 Jun 2007 11:09:00 PST

religion's sacred cowwing

there really is no such thing                     as "last rites" eternal preparation is just one more breath o...
Posted by another voice on Thu, 07 Jun 2007 11:05:00 PST

saying goodnight

the sound of a heart falling is the echoed white noise of my stillened fingers from the plastic keys of a blank screen staring back at me after you have gone and your light goes gray and my mind slo...
Posted by another voice on Thu, 07 Jun 2007 10:35:00 PST

the ownership of night

sadness comes upon me in this company of alone trying to get a tear or two like blood from a stone a heavy heart inside me, not my mind's condone the nighttime plays its symphonies to critic's groan ....
Posted by another voice on Wed, 06 Jun 2007 01:21:00 PST

F'G SOCK TROLLS!

sock trolls stalk me everywhere the hot, the cold, they're always there they haunt me when i sleep at night they make the elastic band untight and allow the socks, to ankles, fall and flap cotton tonu...
Posted by another voice on Wed, 06 Jun 2007 01:02:00 PST