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how lucky we are to have your words grace the pages of mingle 
don't know if that is how i would put, but thank you. nice of you to visit... |
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On Words They say The pen is mightier than the sword But if you take the sword And cut of the arms That control the pen Just how useful is the pen Then Yeah give me the sword Or better yet A tank Now there is might So if you come to a tank fight with a sword I suggest you lay down your weapon and call for help. If anyone comes to your aid then you just may prove that a voice is more powerful than the pen or the sword Words... Here are two Togetherness, kindness… Don’t be fooled by words that end in “ness” because they are just one letter away from Less And if less is more What the fucc is more And why do I seem to get Less of it Than anything Give me more And keep your Less For someone else I guess when it comes to words it is all a matter of Perspective Can you See, sea or c And do we even need “c” We already have “k” so why Do we need both (and trust me I am partial to them) Wouldn’t it be easier to spell school…skool That would be kool And make sense or is that Cents I mean scents… Who knows Who made these rules when it comes to words? Could it have "been" a guy named Ben Did he name the moment before sunrise After his wife Or did it just Dawn on him one day People can be scared of words Especially those “THREE little WORDS” And we’ve all been told it is better to show it than to say it So do we even need words After all… Actions speak louder Don’t they Now by this Action, is mightier than the sword Volume is too So I guess if you yell Your words really Mean something more than ones that come from soft spoken people So much for the theory on the meek… But, if words can Change the world Then the castle walls I would adorn With all the things I’ve Known of love And peace And hope Kings and Queens and guillotines Would disappear into the ocean Of a new world The cannons I would Melt And use the molten Steel to build Bridges Between people Of different Places Faces And races Oh wait… What am I saying? We are all of one race Human There’s a word We should use More often Wow What would Hienrich Himmler Think of this And how would he have fared in the Octoroon parlors Of the southern Babylon Known as New Orleans… Hummm I can hear The words Of his boss now… But words are just Words And only words So they can’t really change Anything Can they ? kc08 Very, very clever. There are a few lines, such as when you mention "King and Queens and guillotines", that flow beautifully. Great write. |
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KC has always been my favorite poetry book. If I had lots of money, I'd hire you to read me a poem every night before I went to sleep.
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KC has always been my favorite poetry book. If I had lots of money, I'd hire you to read me a poem every night before I went to sleep. haha!! in this economy you have no idea just how cheep i'd work... 
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Autumns’ Daughter
she fancies herself a spring even dresses as one bright and vibrant budding but spring is supposed to be a beginning and she only brings ends the end of dreams the end of summers squandered the end of me her face is as beautiful as the harvest moon her arms possess the comfort of a November fireplace her voice remains clutched to my memory, like the last of the October leaves, trying to hold on for one more season a spring?...no she’s definitely a fall In every sense of the word our last embrace was shortened by the chill of forgotten importance and our final kiss tasted of burnt orange and decomposing foliage many times since I have wished this were just a late April shower but love doesn’t turn calendars and hurt knows no season even so… I’m a man I don’t have to bleed to be broken I don’t have to pass to feel dead all I have to do is look into those smoky eyes to see that winter is on the horizon kc ‘10 |
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Bowing at the Altar of Sisyphus
we’ve all been there standing at the foothills with that familiar dejected look pronounced so clearly on our exhausted faces yet we stand there time after time chin to chest shoulders slouched from the weight of our cynically stuffed suitcases questioning, if and when the next tightly packed bundle of potential will surface wondering if it’s worth wondering over acknowledging that disappointment is spelled-one ton-a letter some never make it back to the great hill of heroes and fools others stand bent, inhaling the steam that rises from the boiling cauldrons of our sorrows only to find life’s elixir is time yes time, the very thing someone once held dearly, has just taken from them… exfoliation doesn’t come from a gritty cream; rather, it comes in the form of lessons and experience but there’s a point where you realize that simply standing at the bottom of your mountain is even less gratifying than never reaching its summit kc '10 |
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I could read and re-read your soul everyday,,
Amazing my friend,,, amazing 
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Sanity’s Sake
with sleep weary eyes I rise and trip over the morning a walk down the hall, surprise, I hear the phone ring I don’t pick it up I know it’s not you go straight to the window pretend there’s a view another day in the life of a man better known as a fool the gallon of coffee I’ve poured in my head doesn’t do the trick, so slip back to bed and listen to the echo of a memory I hear, as I think of you I couldn’t laugh enough to safe me I didn’t cry enough not to break I close my eyes and drift off to safety and pray I don’t dream…..for sanity’s sake the afternoon rush goes by quiet without me the late evening news plays in the background again and the dinner I planned still waits at the store maybe tomorrow I’ll walk out this door, but today’s not the day it’s just another one I drink away the gallon of gin I’ve poured down my head doesn’t do the trick, so I crawl back to bed and rewind a memory I saw when I thought of you I didn’t cry enough to save me I couldn’t laugh enough not to break I close my eyes and drift off to safety and pray I don’t dream of you, for sanity’s sake I swear I tried enough to save us I didn’t mean for all this to break I can’t find a moment of safety and I can’t stop thinking for my own sanity’s sake kc '10 |
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It Takes 18 Minutes To Complete A Circle
I’ve got $326 dollars and some change in my pocket, which would have scarcely gotten me through a night a few years ago now it has to get me to the bus station and as far from here as possible It swallows people you know, this place it burns dreams in avaricious boilers that fuel the machine and dispenses the ashes like pepper to season the new arrivals and they come every day, just as I did my last book sank beneath the clearance table in less than two weeks five times shorter than it took me write I had a moment though, I enjoyed the middle rungs with their small measure of success steak instead of noodles good wine instead of cheep beer planes instead of busses but poets are a dime a dozen worse than that, there may not be a dozen good ones left people don’t read these days anyway… the anticipation, the feel of turning the page will vanish soon, for good, but not for the better the street poets rule the medium now trying to romanticize an erroneous gangland culture that seems more suitable to destroy, rather than rise above itself but they sell they sell millions and make millions far more than Dylan Thomas or E.E. Cummings ever did they are the Geppettos of the day and their marionettes stoke the cisterns with fervor so here I am losing my religion to such literary genius as “ don’t notin matta/my glock ll make’m scatta” Poe is wincing in his grave I am walking out of mine past the liquor stores past the pawn shops past the proprietors that evaporate behind barred windows past the peddlers of synthetic escape and skin on to the bus on to my next chapter, (that I won’t write) because there is little use for an obsolete cog like hundreds of others, thousands maybe and because Warhol was right and I’m at 18 and I’ve come full circle the fact that she didn’t ask me to stay this morning, only tells me that like this vile city, she’ll forget me just as easily as she loved me kc ‘10 |
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So wonderful being able to close my eyes and hear your words, as my minds eye played beautiful movies...Just beautiful...
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you have missed quite a bit...it is nice to see you around here again.
thank you for taking the time to indulge my new expanded universe. |
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you have missed quite a bit...it is nice to see you around here again. thank you for taking the time to indulge my new expanded universe. Although I haven't been posting here, I was still sneaking back and forth and reading everything...I have been listening to your poetry since you started voicing them...
IF and BOWING AT THE ALTAR OF SISYPHUS...I loved them and would replay and replay...  ...
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Edited by
kc0003
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Sun 02/13/11 02:14 PM
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haha!! sounds like a win/tie to me... 
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two more vids....as always, any and all suggestions are welcomed...
Lessons with the senior class president: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eAQEA14o_7w what remains (of the damage done): http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7_MYKAbapOY |
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two more vids....as always, any and all suggestions are welcomed... Lessons with the senior class president: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eAQEA14o_7w what remains (of the damage done): http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7_MYKAbapOY I loved WHAT REMAINS..In my minds eye your words portrayed a night forest complete with a large flowing body of water that had the moon glowing on it, and on one side a Damsel, and the other side of the water a Knight, and no way to get across to each other...Beautiful... |
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two more vids....as always, any and all suggestions are welcomed... Lessons with the senior class president: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eAQEA14o_7w what remains (of the damage done): http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7_MYKAbapOY I loved WHAT REMAINS..In my minds eye your words portrayed a night forest complete with a large flowing body of water that had the moon glowing on it, and on one side a Damsel, and the other side of the water a Knight, and no way to get across to each other...Beautiful... awwww thank you... that kind of goes with what i intended i appreciate you taking the time to venture out and view my work |
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Edited by
kc0003
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Fri 05/20/11 08:00 PM
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warm salt..... http://youtu.be/Iv9EMnelS6c
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