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Sleeping hours
Cold bones
Curved into positions that in
Memory seem natural.
Subconsciously trying
To recall the comfort
Of warm wombs
Torn away by
Timers set by gods
Or doctors
Pretending to be.
The stars trying vigorously
to be noticed;
Like wall –flowered
girls on the outskirts
of strobe-light dances,
they(may)beg with their twinkles
but will be forgotten
If they don’t shine bright enough.
(and burn out early if they shine to hard).
All the buzzes
Have mellowed except the ones that keep
The brain working
Those twighlight hour jobs(of)
Murmuring concoctions of year-old incidents
And overactive imaginations.
We all get real high
Or burrow down low,
In hopes of reaching that moment
Where our lives,
Like our bones
Stretch free
Of their soreness.
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My love Jacob Dixon recently had a wonderful art show.this is part of a piece that is nominated for seattle City arts, art walk people's choice. Take a look and votehttp://cityartsonline.com/summer-art-walk-awards-peoples-choice-voting-0
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gifted beauty.
more at jacobdixonart.com
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Steve McCurry and the last ever roll of kodachrome
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A metaphor
The sunflower you gave’er
Is sitting on the coffee table
Its fake petals look
Wilted
Your bond,
A synthetic blend
Folded upon itself
Dirty and thinned.
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neo-soul artist have been killin it lately
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4.5
Through the echo of
Your hollow promises
I can hear the pounding beats
Of your tattered aorta pumping
Paper-thin lies to your lips
Still are our hearts in unison.
Yet,
Similar to the shifting of tectonic plates
Yours and mine may meet
Intertwine, provide
(erratic) stability,
But leave in its wake
Crumbled remains built, unassumingly
On our foundation.
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