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This blog will be a hub for all of my creative activities including but not limited to poetry, short stories, original compositions, artwork and film.

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haven’t seen you...in years

sailing on the sun now:

hot! beautifulandwet

blinding.

birds~swim~through Sunshine

burning rays melt golden-skin-like-ice and.

fish believe they can fly

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One of my first inventions using FLStudio. Thank you fukyeahphil for helping me learn this program.

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Christmas Time

My hand brushed the edges of the trees,

causing the beautiful scent of Christmas.

My nephew, he is five, is just beginning

his collection of nostalgic memories.

He knows that bells and snow and baby Jesus,

these things make up Christmas time. And

someday, perhaps he'll feel like me. Perhaps

he'll see that watching him grow and being with family,

these things make up Christmas time.

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The hottest flame

The fire in her eye turned blue and

everyone thought it was cold including her.

One night, she awoke to a

quiet hope encased in a pill

with a card that said "Eat me".

Each night like a ritual

she breathed in and out, no longer

suffocated by a creative night owl.

And sweet dreams ensued with the

warmest of blue in the eye of the hottest flame.

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This was an assignment for my jazz theory class. It's based on the 12 bar blues chord progression with a few modifications as far as chord qualities, inversions and stylistic choices. This is an original piece of music. All rights belong to me. You are not authorized to download, copy or sell it.

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water under the bridge

they see a glint

the sunlight playing

on her eye

.

water proof mascara

obscuring

a silent cry

obscuring

behind a smile a

lifeless body

water logged

soaked in life

.

sinking

drifting

falling

.

the water beneath is

where she hides

each shallow breath

each shallow smile

a murky shadow

of what hangs below

that is

everything

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sea of knowledge

this old house

like so many

.

white wash i know

though im inside

.

one wide hall

upstairs and down

.

two rooms

on each floor

.

a writing desk

an old woman

.

she says i must go out

i know but am afeared

.

of outlands

of knowledge

.

yet fearing

not knowing

.

a sea like glass

murky green

.

catching the light

in each swell

.

a horizon-wide

orange cosmos

.

variety of shapes

each a new color

.

with pages inbetween

to be read, to absorb

.

i must dive to sea

knowledge osmosis

.

quite literally

a sea of books

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metae me

calculating my

     weighing each molecule

.

                    that is me

 i am a wondering; i am

  watchingmyself . keeping

      each      every      epistemological

.

          question

metaphysical wanderer

.

autogenous                                             existence

                               i    am

   metae in my own stream                    that  is  me

 a self,indubitably                     f l u x

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god complex

                       To imitate that which my mind has created

                       the concept of the ultimate creator. I create

                      I copy myself. In each creation. I am created

                       I am not what I create. What I create is me.

                                                 I am god.

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Green Man

 Standing

Straight and tall

Thin

He came from my closet

Sat with me

Long quiet hours

Alone

A child’s mind

The cosmos contained therein

For a moment comprehended

Remembered

Lost

No words

To constrain an abstract thought

Come back now

From five

The awkward

The angst

The experiments

The epiphanies

To twenty two

The universe lost

Come back now

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childhood haikus

 Pink light all around

Soft carpet against my face

Toys under my bed

.

Blue plastic handle

Colorful popcorn vacuum

White flowers pink rug

.

Sunbaked cement steps

squashing red and green aphids

Ms. Alice’s porch

.

Flying through the air

First time holding the dog’s leash

She spotted a squirrel

.

Creeping up my spine

Walking barefoot by the woods

Running through cold mud

.

Burning desert sand

A seagull interrupts me

Cool breeze smells of salt

.

Summer afternoon

Cheese and ketchup sandwiches

Cold floor on my feet

.

Cool fine sandy earth

Green and yellow plastic trucks

Tiny stick village

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but still

absorbing knowledge

acquiring understanding

growing beyond myself

changing and changing

infinite upward trajectory

cut off by a student loan

.

but still i study

.

temporarily blind to survive

to find a dream of truth i

hide away the truth and

hope that some day soon i

appeal to dollars that pay for

.

absorbing knowledge

acquiring understanding

growing beyond myself

changing and changing

infinite upward trajectory

fueled by non profits

.

taking the place of

powers that be

trippin' when they use

their degrees and money to

hold me back from degrees

and money only means what

you and i agree it means nothing

.

but still

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This poem was inspired by my poetry instructor who has always given me just enough nudges to break my own boundaries. He is retiring soon and I plan to read this at his retirement party.

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Kalb

in the street

    this heart

holden in dissociated metacarpus

this curiosity

human imp

pokes, prods

the eyes. the many eyes

twisting their fingers

biting their lip

pulling nervously on kid gloves

the string of pearls tries to get a closer look

law, order, serenity

dress severed obscenities

hide privacy in a private place

metal death(ellipsis)

in the street

This poem is based on a portion of the film 'Un Chien Andalou' which Salvador Dali collaborated with Luis Buñuel to create. I am currently working on composing my own score for this small portion of the film using Garage Band as my main tool. The portion of the film to which I am referring can be viewed at this link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bXlzvvTHg7k beginning at 5:50 and ending at 8:00. I would suggest watching it with no sound at least the first time. Music has a huge impact on the impression of film.

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red shoes

 All these lights and smells of city grandeur

feeling pale and plain and lacking colour

and eyes inside the window display

she grasped a red and shining sequin spray

each glimmering quivering glass bead

inspired a rose in her bourgeoisie cheek

her finger tip pressed and felt the

satin, chiffon, silk.velvet.sleek.

pinched between slender knuckles

plastic of fabricated numerical power

slipped on each red slipper and

danced till they were out of style

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My little ladybug

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my new

sometimes i see you turning round a corner,

just out of sight, to the next aisle over

or behind the sun visor in a big white truck

usually whoever it was drives like a jerk

the worst is when you're wearing aviators

and a black hoodie. add some ripped jeans

and that's you.

i see you less these days. Unfortunately

you have a doppelganger from Poland.

not his fault.

deep in the murky bottom

some rotting flesh still festers

but new fruit grows as dead

apples fall far from the tree

these days this one is my tree

he looks so different from you

his hair. his skin. his soul.

he is my new and.

he's not you.