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Tag Archives: bardic pop
Please Don’t Tell Me It Is Reality
Please don’t tell me it is reality. Please don’t try and persuade and convince me of how very real it is or must be because it has appeared in a dozen social media feeds cross-referenced by noise layered on top … Continue reading →
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The Choice is Yours, or, Ch-Ch-Changes
Make no mistake about it— We are, collectively, at a crossroads, one which clearly, sharply, and without suffering lightly any more of the same ol same ol bullshit is asking us as individuals— Are you going to remain in blame, … Continue reading →
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The Other Election, or, If Prince Were President
On this day I have cast my vote in electing my soul now and again to serve as my guide, compass, captain and architect in getting through this thing called life, electric word life meaning forever, according to Prince’s prophetic … Continue reading →
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Backroads
Traveling mapless backroads, I found heaven looking for me.
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Time-Stalkers
To stalk time is a fruitless exercise, a phantom’s unscratchable itch. And yet … within the process of stalking lies the power of invention, conduit to nuptial surges in sync with the secret odysseys we undertake to make of our … Continue reading →
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Tagged bardic pop, in search of lost time, John Biscello, mythologicalme, of time and stalking, poem, the legendofyou
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Rising
Dreams,undeferred,coupled with Hope,that thing unfettered,to keep us companyand warm our solitude,as we stumble bravelythrough a long night’s journeyinto the bated gospelof days rising to claim us.
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Song of Hope
They kill poetsin these partsdon’t they?When I got hereI saw Walt Whitman’swizened head out backimpaled on a stakeflies buzzing round itsconcomitant rot and stenchI heard one of the locals sayit was the worst kind of tourist trapthis voodoo orbfunctioning like … Continue reading →
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Nowhere is Now Here
“Voyages are accomplished inwardly”–Henry Miller This dreamer’s life, sentenced to passive worth and fired stillness. Cross my heart and hope to die, there is, I promise, nothing whatsoever to prove or assert or confirm, no doors to walk through (you … Continue reading →
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Harmonics
We, the people, the portal-jumpers, re-seeding our modes of vision and being, to score the heart’s greening bounty, as if notes to a torch song, buried and nearly forgotten, and now being recalled to give Grace her due and amazing … Continue reading →
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