

Havoc CityA war forged scaffoldingHavoc City
for this new simplicity of focus
this new linear scene
to eke out some discrete lucidity
in havoc town,
refugees are we who refuse
the surrender of sacred in the name of tradition
and brotherly solidarity
all bridges and battlefields
iron path and open land
all palpably defined
a simple guide
for the wayward insurgent
clear to the discerning eye
once vague now canonized
in a collective archive
guarded by the vigi


The FlawThough tongueless we may beThe Flaw
our feathers align
kindred shades of intent and design
and I know the flaws that can slip between
as thoughts devolve to speech
In yours and mine I recognize
words like baskets we weave
when we speak
of wanton bedding
with borrowed eyes
lay me down
I am looking for what I find


Night StormsNight stormsNight Storms
the wind would pull up the sand, giving the air color and texture
pale and granular, alive and untiring, white noise
gathering strength across miles of flat, empty desert, the wind grew strong
we could lean our weight against it without falling
by the time we woke, early in the morning, before the dawn,
the dust had settled, the air was quiet and warm
sometimes we would wake in the morning with dust settled so thick over our eyes
that we would have to turn to the side and shake it off before we could open them
it
Devious Comments
xo!
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interested in collaborating?
writer, photographer, painter, whatever(er) -
I'll mix with words with anything you've got.
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Sometimes I've believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast.
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Sometimes I've believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast.
thanks
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my enemy said to me, "love your enemy."
and i obeyed him and loved myself. gibran
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the sky
to night's last city
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the sky
to night's last city
Sorry.
Lost my train of thought.
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Fight the independent fight. [link]
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Fight the independent fight. [link]
Robert
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Daily Diary of my life!
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Suggest a Lit DD today!
They finally blocked off DeviantArt. I'm so sad.
Well, you can still see the main page and stuff, but the red screen of death comes up whenever you click on any deviation.
I'm depressed.
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Fight the independent fight. [link]
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avivi
I told my friend what you said and he told me he was moving to Italy. haha
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i gotta be horrible at everything, otherwise it just wouldn't be me!!
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