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Poetry In Words: What It Means To Be Beautiful

If I could be nothing else But a memory Cherished into a multitude of memories In my heart My eternally human heart I know That then Truly I’ll be beautiful

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Poetic Reflection: Making Love To Beauty

If I am nothing more, than a nameless phantom, walking in beauty—fucking in my ecstasy, could there be nothing more that I ask from you—in all fairness—than your undying and most endless love. I am a lover In that I … Continue reading

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Poetic Reflection: I Am Human After all

Sometimes people forget that people never forget—the pain that is so callously and thoughtlessly administered. I may mean nothing to you and you may not know me, but I—just like you—can feel. Are we so different That I am to … Continue reading

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A Poetic Reflection: Whatever Happened To Childhood Dreams

Sometimes I wish I was a child again. Not for the naivety, beguiled innocence, or curtailed independence. What I miss most about my childhood is when my dreams seemed that they could actually be real. I wish the dreams that … Continue reading

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I Create Myself With Words

At some point, in nearly all cultures, some industrious tale-teller managed to craft a story about the beginning of life. Some were tales of thunder and rainstorms—others were through a wise animal. But it seems a fundamental ingredient to humanity … Continue reading

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Painting Pictures With Words—A Writer’s Journey

Truth be told, art is a far bigger thing than what it’s ascribed to be. Many people suppose “Art”—capital-case A please—to be reserved for those who put paint on a canvas or a chisel to stone. In broader strokes crafts … Continue reading

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Poetry In Motion—When Art Met Public Transportation

As an ex-NYC resident currently residing in where-the-fuck-did-I-go-wrong-in-my-life-that-I-ended-up-in-this-godforsaken-place, city, I find that I miss a lot of things about my old stomping grounds. Sure the crowds, on-top-of-crowds weren’t pleasant, and certainly absurd rent costs, blackened gum squashed into the sidewalks, … Continue reading

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