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Los jugadores Jorge Miramón, Pichu Atienza, Edgar Hernández, David Haro, Máyor, Miguel García, Juan Cámara, Antonio Sillero y Borja Fernández, no continuarán en el Reus la temporada siguiente. ¡Suerte!
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¡Bajas en el CF Reus!
Los jugadores Jorge Miramón, Pichu Atienza, Edgar Hernández, David Haro, Máyor, Miguel García, Juan Cámara, Antonio Sillero y Borja Fernández, no continuarán en el Reus la temporada siguiente. ¡Suerte!
Roots Corner is holding a fundraiser for Jesse Romero tonight @malsbar DTLA. Funds are going to help the Romero family bury their son 😢 $5 at the door but no one will be turned away...come support community vibes and enjoy some crucial reggae music by Roots Corner selectors with Judah Eskender Tafari on the mic. I along with other artists will be sharing a few songs as well. #jesseromerotoo #onelove #porvida #rootscorner #fundraiserforjesseromero #boyleheights #anasaldañamusic #tekunuman #edgarhernandez #rootstimeradio (at Mal's Bar)
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Sunday Poetry Post (January 11, 2015)
Sunday Poetry Post (January 11, 2015) Read the poem and more at RavenApotheosis.com #poem #Poetry
A devious smile cloaked in kindness, Those kind words raindrops upon dirty city streets. Oil leaks and mixes with the compliments A life of vitriol that never ceases to fill the lot.
Given your words came so easy, I thought they all came from within the heart. But like no one can’t count the drops of rain in a storm, No one could count the lies.
Oh baby, you really did fill oceans, And drowned the…
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Sunday Poetry Post [January 4, 2015]
Sunday Poetry Post [January 4, “2015]” Read the poem and more at RavenApotheosis.com #Poetry #Poem
The maelstrom of colors and stars rips through black swirls bending the cuts furiously scaring the wounds of the past.
Looking ahead, the mirror reflects and endless blue ocean above and an endless blue sky below.
Arriving at dusk and dawn at the same time the storm shatters the glass to empty its life the foolish creatures of mass thinking themselves high.
Ravaging gales and gravitational pulls c…
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Sunday Poetry Post [December 29, 2014] Running Time
"Sunday Poetry Post [December 29, 2014]" Read the poem and more at RavenApotheosis.com #Poem #poetry
Time will tell only when the hammer strikes the lightning bell.
Lucid dream lose yourself fight reality’s forceful regime
In a heartbeat run across a fire lit road to find answers
for false dreams dragging hopes of the lost souls roaming our homes.
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Sunday Poetry Post [December 21, 2014]
"Sunday Poetry Post 12.21.14" Read the poem and other things at RavenApotheosis.com #poem #Poetry
Can’t help looking down. Sometimes it is just as hard to look up at a day past lacking any light.
But only one thing can be done and looking down feels right but it comes before a thought the one about life’s math.
Some think they know ten years can’t equal three. yet they all miss, that beautiful show.
A light above reality redefining a broken world, takes those numbers off the grid brings in the…
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Sunday Poetry Post [December 14, 2014]
Sunday Poetry Post [December 14, 2014] Read the poem and more at RavenApotheosis.com #poetry #poem
So, it’s been a long time since I’ve posted something on the blog with my “author’s” note before the actual post. But, there’s a good reason. The poem today NEEDS context.
Flash back to high school, some eight years ago…or so…and you had a very…different version of me. So, as any teenage pretentious writer did, I wrote poetry…a lot of bad poetry, most of which I’m waaaaay to ashamed to show.
Now,…
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