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hey you, how are things?
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hey you, how are things? (((( kc)))))... 
Things are OK..  
Everyday is a blessing |
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My coordinate System, youtube version... http://youtu.be/hVC2HCuVBA0 My Coordinate System tobacco stained nightmares, in alcoholic sweat the closet door pedophile’s preening on the net as laughing gas dentist yank teeth from a grin he smiles through the picket fence of his distorted sin I’m not sure what this about just mental masturbation with a climax of doubt pre-*** verses dripping down societies chin lethal contraceptive impregnating spin there’s a digital recording of a life you didn’t plan kept in sight by the face on a clock without hands this cell phone is a tether with invisible string connecting the forget-me-not’s with designated rings and I, I am a miracle I am superman without all the cool stuff you are my kryptonite only, without you, I would die anyway it’s a tricky thing, this life some die heroic, others live in strife while this flat tire turnstile keeps me on the side so I trade one for another and the other’s just the same lessons ever learned can always be reclaimed and the good girls sometimes get wax across the chest while bad boys swarm as angels take a rest you trade one for another and the other’s just as lame keeping with the theory of inertial reference frame shadowboxer curser, blank computer screen misfit island luau in honor of the queen smoke signal drifters infiltrate the scene corrupting all the produce and you’re a tangerine and in a world of great disease I am immune running round the motor track feeding on the fumes seizing moments from a life like the dish and the spoon trying to avoid the cow who’s returning from the moon and I will because I, I am a miracle I am superman minus the cape and sometimes, she lets me wax ...poetic ©kc2011 Dope!!!!! 
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 you have been missed
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My coordinate System, youtube version... http://youtu.be/hVC2HCuVBA0 My Coordinate System tobacco stained nightmares, in alcoholic sweat the closet door pedophile’s preening on the net as laughing gas dentist yank teeth from a grin he smiles through the picket fence of his distorted sin I’m not sure what this about just mental masturbation with a climax of doubt pre-*** verses dripping down societies chin lethal contraceptive impregnating spin there’s a digital recording of a life you didn’t plan kept in sight by the face on a clock without hands this cell phone is a tether with invisible string connecting the forget-me-not’s with designated rings and I, I am a miracle I am superman without all the cool stuff you are my kryptonite only, without you, I would die anyway it’s a tricky thing, this life some die heroic, others live in strife while this flat tire turnstile keeps me on the side so I trade one for another and the other’s just the same lessons ever learned can always be reclaimed and the good girls sometimes get wax across the chest while bad boys swarm as angels take a rest you trade one for another and the other’s just as lame keeping with the theory of inertial reference frame shadowboxer curser, blank computer screen misfit island luau in honor of the queen smoke signal drifters infiltrate the scene corrupting all the produce and you’re a tangerine and in a world of great disease I am immune running round the motor track feeding on the fumes seizing moments from a life like the dish and the spoon trying to avoid the cow who’s returning from the moon and I will because I, I am a miracle I am superman minus the cape and sometimes, she lets me wax ...poetic ©kc2011 The long of it...I enjoyed it Kevin, I enjoy everything you do!...It was even better on the U cause nothing was bleeped out  ...Oh, and I like it when you write in rhyme...Too many are moving away from this traditional, not so easy to accomplish while maintaining content, style...xx and o...
The short of it...Don't be a stranger!
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Edited by
kc0003
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Sun 09/08/13 03:21 PM
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and the night..... http://youtu.be/wtPvA0iZiPM
And The Night tonight the air is still, though predictably heavy with humidity that�s the way it is the south; in the summer the moon is full and brilliant in the Eastern sky I�m sitting in the middle of my backyard sipping a glass of wine, enjoying the day�s last cigarette all around me the night is swarming a few lingering fireflies dance under the wisteria canopy that hangs from the Bradford Pear, just this side of the back fence tree frogs are calling out to one-another the bull frogs loudly proclaim their presence crickets and even locust scream for their recognition a coyote howls in the distance and now, that little rat terrier next door is joining in (as usual) I genuinely hate that mutt, But tonight, I am at peace in among the Pin Oaks next to the run-off creek that borders me to the North, on a crooked branch of the lone hickory tree, sits my bi-weekly visitor his magnificent silhouette is easy to spot with the backdrop of the bright sky he is rather large and being very vocal tonight �who�who�whooowoooooo, who...who�whooowoooooo� he calls out, and we wait moments later, from the far off distance, the exact call returns and we are both pleased as menacing as he may seem to the rabbit that lives here, and the squirrels that remain hidden in the trees around him I find a comfort in his attendance unlike the cat that just scurried into the bushes at the corner of my house, I look forward to seeing him I usually talk to him, but tonight, I simply sit here with my feet wet from the dew, clinging to narrow blades of grass that high-fived my ankles� as I walked through the same grass that is home to the spiders and worms, the ants and toads, the occasional box turtle and snake I just sit here and listen the night is blaring, but there are no sirens, no cars passing by filled with people too busy to actually enjoy themselves no children playing no screams of fear, just me and the night, full of activity and it is exquisite I apologize; I thought for a moment tonight I would write a poem a poem about those arms, her arms, the ones that hold me gently when I need it and firmly when I don�t realize I need that too it was going to be beautiful (it would have been, had she existed) and God knows we all could use a bit more beauty but as I sit here, gift-wrapped, by the din of my surroundings the arms have been replaced by something unexpected and I�ve come to an understanding though it is the true source; under the vibrant glow and hidden in the shadows of this crystal moon, lies enough beauty to generate the jealousy of a thousand interrupting suns kc |
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i got caught up in the story....
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Just WOW...I loved it!
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It's been far too long, since I have stepped upon your threshold....
It has taken me a bit to catch up, WOW.... How blessed are we to walk upon your threshold and take in all of you.
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kc........adore your voice and the writing.
it's been way too long. |
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2KM...nice to hear from you,
mom...thank you,
tease...yes it has been,
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Edited by
kc0003
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youtube version....... http://youtu.be/AmxjWIc7P20
Cherry Flavored Lightning there's a poison in you, in us; even if you always do taste like cough drops. it's much easier for punch-drunk lovers and one night pass me by's. harder still, for people like us. the addicted ones. i can't be easy to love i know this, but your body warms me like summer thunder and mine comforts you like a tourniquet. a (love/storm) throbbing lightning in a bottle. go ahead, leave before I do. go ahead, scream loud, in a voice only ex-lovers can understand. I'll find you tomorrow where music and silence meet. where we will kiss, hard and with the thunderous passion of colliding Gods falling to earth and we'll laugh joyfully, as we read this note. knowing that in these words, here, we will find nothing more than the dried chips of ink falling from the wrinkled pages of yesterday. |
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Awesome as always
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re-titled, re-edited, recorded...
Beautifully Cracked... http://youtu.be/P51tmeKW5Sg I am a door- closed to a miner's curiosity, open to possibilities. I am emotion- it's my calling card, my anchor and sometimes my detriment. I am sunlight. I am shadow. I am a vase- filled with loose change. I am a contradiction- a blown glass caldron of fragility, a sculpture of unimaginable strength. I am a book- complete with dog-eared pages and misconceptions, from being read too fast. I am- the wind swept landscape of a parched high desert mountain and the quenching sip of water you can sample from the valley of my collarbone. I am color coded- Yellow- for the impenetrable hope chest I keep Black- for the ugliness Green- for the fields of serenity I cherish Blue- for my manifest Red- for the storms of passion I have stored along the way White- (in waiting) ready for the release of those storms I am infinitely complex,- yet childishly simple to please. I am all of these things, in combination and none of them individually. I am a sidewalk- beautifully cracked. I am paper- eagerly awaiting your verse. �kc `14 |
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re-titled, re-edited, recorded... Beautifully Cracked... http://youtu.be/P51tmeKW5Sg I am a door- closed to a miner's curiosity, open to possibilities. I am emotion- it's my calling card, my anchor and sometimes my detriment. I am sunlight. I am shadow. I am a vase- filled with loose change. I am a contradiction- a blown glass caldron of fragility, a sculpture of unimaginable strength. I am a book- complete with dog-eared pages and misconceptions, from being read too fast. I am- the wind swept landscape of a parched high desert mountain and the quenching sip of water you can sample from the valley of my collarbone. I am color coded- Yellow- for the impenetrable hope chest I keep Black- for the ugliness Green- for the fields of serenity I cherish Blue- for my manifest Red- for the storms of passion I have stored along the way White- (in waiting) ready for the release of those storms I am infinitely complex,- yet childishly simple to please. I am all of these things, in combination and none of them individually. I am a sidewalk- beautifully cracked. I am paper- eagerly awaiting your verse. �kc `14 Beautifully described.. it has layers... I like that
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I could listen to your voice forever.. American boy :-) Hopefully I'll have something to say... |
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