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For Star Twister 50 – Precious Metal

A poem I wrote a while ago when someone close to someone I was close to died. I decided to repost this given the current deaths in the news and i just wanted to share my philosophy on death with all my RB fam… I’ve gotten to know so many of you guys and you have been such an inspiration to my writing and art and such great people to me. Thanks everyone and I love you guys

Spoonerisms: a form of metathesis where consonants, vowels or morphemes are switched around. • “The Lord is a shoving leopard.” (a loving shepherd) / • “A blushing crow.” (crushing blow) / • “A well-boiled icicle” (well-oiled bicycle) / • “You were fighting a liar in the quadrangle.” (lighting a fire) / • “Is the bean dizzy?” (dean busy) / • “You have hissed all my mystery lectures. You have tasted a whole worm” (missed….history, wasted…..term). This piece was inspired by my profile page, and my ever present obsession with language, in all its spellbinding glory.

“Moving on, is a simple thing, what it leaves behind is hard.”

today i wrote you poem… / Written 21 June 2009.

This is a companion piece to Cassidy’s Little This poem is about some idiot I used to deal with. And despite him and his lies hurting the person I love, despite him having slept with the person I love, I sat through with him on many an occasion and listened to his problems. He was in an abusive relationship and I felt bad. And I wanted to help him. / Eventually things got better for him, and his true nature reared its grotesque head. And he stuck his head where it didn’t belong, because he wanted the person I love back. Now he is in trouble again and leaving me offline messages…to which I have simply replied, ’’Sorry, I seldom log in.’‘ / I have shut him out. And instead, he now is forcing his problems on others (whom he once ran down to the ground…. calling one a ’’snake in the grass.’‘ / In my opinion they are all snakes in the grass… and I no longr have the misfortune of dealing with them. / And if that makes me evil and a bad person, I BASK IN IT!!!! / I am no longer nice enough to tolerate that shit and those type of people. And I call a spade a spade… and they’re all fucking spades.

Inner Peace and Letting Go

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Shades of a Woman Series – #3 / I did the sketch, my son, Frank, the photoshop /

inspired by green capsicum plucker / by the wonderful Jasmine Moston

This piece is about the explosion of two stars colliding and thus becoming one. It is about the rarest of all gifts, that for which languge is inadequate; I accept the irony as I do the brilliance of the experience. Finally, it is about finding one’s Sublime in the being of another, of feeling the indescribable beauty of what Is and what will be.

Flash Fiction Weekend Challenge – The Frog Tattoo

I don’t know if it’s a Retrospective, or simply, retrospective, in the current, uh, tense.

I can’t really write a description without ruining this piece, sorry! ^^

Smells like a one bedroom apartment argument

Smells like a Buffalo

I may lose some brownie points here but I must say, yes it is indeed true that I have had three of these dreams and this is only the tip of the iceberg when it comes to the weirdarse subsconcscious dialogue that takes place in them.

I’m writing a poetry anthology in school and I’m just playing around with a few ideas. I’m not really sure if I like this one or not but I thought I’d put it up here and see what you think.