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Just fucking around. I don't take my poetry too seriously. LOL Hair I love it when women run their hands through their locks.It just drives me wild when they play with their long hair.Blonde, brown, black, pink, neon, even gray, it all rocks.As long as she has a lot of it, I'm so there! Control Want...

(for Corey) July 21, 1994 The shapes, and the colors look at all the pretty combinations then again, do you see the bad ones? they stick out… Beautiful patterns are hard to see alter it just enough look into the light If you blink, you’ll miss it. Fallen down was that pretty one; There i...

I Can’t Explain You (Oh Messenger of God) by Aaron Haroon Sellars 4/24/08 I could not write about you For fear Fear of your presence And fear of My hearts’ brittleness That I might die In this pursuit Yet wishing to die In this state of intoxicated love This is the conflict within me Lan...

A hand with fingers tapering and slendershapes a mudra graceful, strange and crypticpuzzling both the tourist and the mystic—"think I've seen it somewhere, can't remember—"on a statue, seated at the centerof some monastery's Buddha triptychor the produce section, where the citricfruits achieve s...

Some excellent Wendell Berry videos here to kick off the video portion of our multimedia Tuesdays. First and foremost, you do not want to miss this excellent show from Kentucky Public Television where Wendell Berry interviews Bill McKibben about Bill’s recent book Deep Economy .  I’m bu...

Within the heart, the essence of worshipLord, in that corethat kernel,it is you, your sacrificeyour grace, on the crossgiving yourself, to death,into the arms of deaththat I may liveYour love for me, in my heartleading me to your throneYour spirit abiding, growingleading me to praise,to worship you,...

i love my bible, but i don’t use itit was written by old, straight menlong ago for harmless perusing.they were afraid, those guys;they feared god, till jesus came cruisingstill the old dudes have to tryand bring back the fear of losingto their big bad homophobe godtalking like the bible’s a self...

In 1916, Hugo Ball would fulfill his own dadaist manifesto by reciting his own nonsense poetry at the Cabaret Voltaire (not that Cabaret Voltaire), while wearing a Cubist costume or a cylinder with the number 13 covering his face. Ball's poem, Gadji Beri Bimba, inspired the Talking Heads song, I Zim...

In this expressive bread I see The wheat by man cut down for me, And beat, and bruised, and ground: The heavy plagues, and pains, and blows, Which Jesus suffered from His foes, Are in this emblem found.   The bread dried up and burnt with fire Presents the Father’s vengeful ire, Which my Red...