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Tuesday, October 11th, 2005
12:42 am - Snow

Frozen whites that fall
from what heavens may or may not
exist above the Earth.
Blue in the morning
as the sun slowly rises
causing the icy coating to glare
and melt all day
in the cold December sun.
Gloriously it reflects
the evening's purples
and reds
and pinks.
The world is made that much brighter
after it is dark.
Cold days made warmer
with spice teas and cocoa,
or colder with eggnog
and orange juice in the morning
to keep me from getting sick.
And at night smoke billows from chimneys
just like it has all day.

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Wednesday, October 5th, 2005
2:01 pm

Michael Heath is coming to University of Maine at Farmington
Tuesday, October 11th at 7:30
at Thomas Auditorium

For those of you who are unaware, Michael Heath is the man who started the petition with the Christian Civic League to repeal the ANTI-DISCRIMINATION LAW in Maine. The law states that no one can be discriminated against based on ACTUAL or PERCEIVED SEXUAL ORIENTATION. Michael Heath claims that this law is actually about gay marraige and soon there will be laws allowing "sodomy, group marraige, and necrophilia." He also has claimed that the devastation caused by Hurricane Katrina was because of the large amount of homosexuals in the area, that the hurricane was God's wrath.

Maine Won't Discriminate. Show up to the MWD rally on the Mantor Library Green at 6:15, Tuesday, October 11th. Wear green to support Maine's NO ON 1 campaign.

This is a public event, so all are welcome, but please keep in mind we are looking for peaceful and polite protesting only.

Maine Won't Discriminate.

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Tuesday, September 27th, 2005
10:38 pm

alright, here's a challenge to all members who still check in here...

write a haiku about your favorite beverage.

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Thursday, September 8th, 2005
4:03 pm - mine

"sign seen on a door"

this is a door
please, close this door
before you start
when you are done,
please leave the door
for the next man
who wants to make a

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Wednesday, August 17th, 2005
12:25 am - The Challenge & The Denial of Truth

The Challenge of Truth

Deep set
Shadowed in truth
Kept from the knowledge
Of the lies we call fact
The ice blue light of the world
Open your eyes
Corrupt yourself
There is no truth
There is no perfect
There is no God.
Come to an understanding
Come believe our “truth”
And give up perfection.

The Denial of Truth

Let me return
Go back to the simple harmonies of life
The simple life without all this “knowledge”
I want to go back
Back to paradise
To live with my truth
My perfection.
Let me go.

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Wednesday, July 27th, 2005
10:14 pm
ewigeliebe Paper Doll

You were born from a cut
into a perfect paper life
to wear perfect paper dresses
every other minute.

You were born from a cut
to marry perfect paper men
and have perfect paper children
every other minute.

You were born from a cut
into a perfect paper life.
You were born from a cut
and I died from one.

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10:11 pm
ewigeliebe Ode To Stain

Oh, you voluptuous violet
embraced with the innocent white
of a pristine Persian
mimicking with precicion
our everlasting love.
Your purple passion,
the blackest sin,
would not be grieved
if not conceived by
our everlasting love.
You bleeding mauve
pulsating pristinely
on pale virginity;
a red reminder of
our everlasting love.

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9:14 pm
ewigeliebe I've never experienced life before
it was the first time id opened this door
but in the end i was life's whore
and after i left life sore
i never stopped wanting more

Life was just too harsh on me
I was just too hard to be
and now that life has set me free
being dead ain't my cup of tea

I wish I could get high again
my old man says that its a sin
but we both know thats all he's been
so i say as i grimace a grin
I always wanted to be just like him


I met a girl in a far off land
her looks weren't great but her kiss was grand
wasting waves wrought sifting sand
as we lay there hand in hand
i never knew it would end


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Tuesday, July 26th, 2005
12:18 am - Midnight Hour

something i just wrote, rough 1st draft.

Midnight HourCollapse )

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Thursday, July 7th, 2005
2:57 pm - promotion

sorry if promoting isn't allowed, although i have seen nothing that says we can't.

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for anyone who enjoys writing poetry... join glasshousepoets

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Friday, June 10th, 2005
2:40 pm - Aridity in Daily Life

Glaring lights
Bleach out this landscape
Rainy day
Rolling hills
2-D background of a 3-D world
Hating you
As you hate me, too
I stumble on my words
Ramble on
As we tumble on
Mumble on
Stop fighting
So tired
Black out
Blow sand by my
Arid life
No feeling to speak of
No desire to fulfill
No ambition to get myself lost
Laying in the soft grass
Lying in the mud
Lying to you again

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1:15 am - Late Night Meanderings

The soft buzz of a computer
Keeping me awake
Elevator music
Puts me asleep
Heavy eyelids
Light hearted soul
As loneliness softens my heart
My body tenses with paranoid thoughts
Questioned safety
Inspired terror
Loud night
Soft night
No moon, no stars
Only the start of a new date
Awaiting the start of the new day
Arriving only at dawn
Which I may be awake to see.

current mood: tired

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Thursday, May 19th, 2005
10:34 pm - Ignorance

Deep set
Shadowed in truth
Kept from the knowledge
The lies we call fact
The ice blue light of the world
Open your eyes
Corrupt yourself
There is no truth
There is no perfect
There is no God.
Come to an understanding
Come believe our “truth”
And give up perfection.

Let me return
Go back to the simple harmonies of life
The simple life without all this “knowledge”
I want to go back
Back to paradise
To live with my truth
My perfection.
Let me go.

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Monday, May 9th, 2005
10:29 pm - activity

we seem to be barely breathing...get some advertisment out in your journals and other communities you are in, make sure everyone knows about the community for poets from maine. we need some life in here.

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Monday, May 2nd, 2005
12:33 am - My Name Is Buerdo

The back of your shirt
Says "Up Yours"
Too dignified
Ignore those below you
Ignore any who try to speak up
To end conformity
To promote their individuality
I throw down my pessimism
Blanket this floor
With sorrow
As I stare
Across the room
My name is Buerdo."

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Saturday, April 30th, 2005
7:28 pm - I watched "Sylvia" today... that woman is seriously my hero, however fucked that may be...

She was lying in the road along
a yellow dotted line, her
hair spread out, a daisy halo on
the summer-roasted asphalt.

Hands folded beneath her head,
eyes closed, lips spread,
bare legs crossed at the ankles.
A sword, set to spear the setting sun.


Who the hades knows what this is... but it didn't work as prose. It's not working as poetry either... but I've had this in my head since I woke up and had to put it down somewhere. There's supposed to be a lot more but I lost whatever it was that let me write even that much. I know it doesn't give half a good visual as it gives me, because I know who Rissa is and probably only one of you does. It's supposed to be about her, anyway, if that makes the visual any better. Jeez, it sucks. Be kind, please, but let me know what you think. Eh. Screw being kind. Just lemme know.

current mood: weird...

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12:09 am
ewigeliebe The Death of Myridion

Losing The Dunkin Donuts Battle of Endurance,
French Vanilla chases me up the stairs at my retreat.
Two steps to safe zone
Rounding left
A door?
Cold brass melts the skin
and swings at an unemployed snowboard
who retaliates on his partner in crime,
A successful game of dominoes,
guitar’s unmusical celebration lingers.
Death watches with silent humor
amongst applauding bed sheets.
That hooded face, a fatal grin
His ghostly claw
refracts my attention to Myridion,
my innocent mermaid.
Standing stupefied
I receive the bottle
from those encouraging claws
off my stomach.
Desperately he gathers the bits,
who run from him in terror.
He offers me the cringing mess,
an offering to a statue god.
his waterfall of red pellets
consumes her invisible prison.
She flees to nowhere.
He, a disappointed child,
probes her floating meal.
Scales meet skin,
an uncomfortable confrontation
for both.
Glass litters their discrepancy.
Purple-blue beads,
oblivious to the initial argument,
play in the puddles.
She joins them.
The monster clutches her.
She slips away.
My Myridion dies.
She in my arms
He at my heels
We, a funeral procession to the bathroom
Our heads bowed
Her final bowl

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12:02 am
ewigeliebe Love on Canvas

Those eyes stole your genesis
as well as they had mine
A single tear is shed
for that inexcuseable mistake
I caress your lips into existance
Red lips that would smile
and forgive my greenness
And dark cascading hair
traces pale shoulders
leads me back to those eyes
That petrified tear
your only imperfection
it does not matter
because you are perfect

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12:01 am
ewigeliebe Love

I prepare myself for the apocalypse,
which is inevitable
and now my only calamity
are my hopes and dreams
becoming realities,
which I am not prepared for.

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12:01 am
ewigeliebe The Game

I saw her
see me
before I
looked away.

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