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Down By The SchoolyardThere is a rather cliched phrase that states that some people live double lives. I have always found that to be an intensely misleading statement and I guess you can call it a bit of a pet peeve of mine. No one leads "double lives", they just lead fucking lives. That those lives are more complex that the singular one-track existence of lesser creatures shouldn't be a matter of duplicity, but of common sense. No one is exactly who they seem to be.

Julio is one of those who they would later say lived a double life, but it is no more true for him than anyone else. The difference in this case is that there are two of him, rather than one.

Perha
grassy field with rustgrassy field with rust
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I'd heard about the old car, three miles out of town and all alone. I just had to see it. It was time. School was over for the summer, my friends were at camp, and I was bored. I set out Thursday morning for a hike, following directions that Uncle Will had given me. As the heat was still growing with the climb of the sun, I found the field and wandered around looking, and looking some more, trying not to be distracted by bees buzzing in the flowers, and butterflies and baby mice. Then it was there,  just a bit upslope from the bottom of a natural swale, and just below the sky at th
The Substitution ParadigmThe Substitution Paradigm

Ramu came up to our table. Glaring at me, he said, “You either order something or get out.”
I glanced away from the threat, and turned to Raghav. A single drop of sweat was running down his brow. Ramu saw that too and identifying his prey, he sprung.

Swinging around, he faced Raghav, “Order something or get out.”

Then Ramu just stood there. It was not as if we had rehearsed it before hand, but he knew. He knew that my co-occupants generally folded in the first round. Only the stout made it to second level, but they too buckled under Ramu’s relentless gaze.

I always had a policy of n
Come Home: A PantoumYou'll always come back to me
when the lights in the far hills
are done searching. For, new beds

entice adventurers. Too,
when the lights in the far hills
come home, the homespun dream they

entice adventurers too,
but they can't. (Dream we're neither.
Come home.) The homespun dream they

turn pioneers to homebodies,
but they can't dream we're neither,
our wanderlust fit to turn

pioneers to homebodies.
We've always made love free, so
our wanderlust fit. To

turn ourselves towards our home
we've always made love. Free. So
when the last adventurers

turn themselves toward their homes
in faraway lands, I know,
when the last adv
A Matter of Time
 A Matter of Time

You think Sandy's got vengeance in its eyes?
You see vengeance everywhere don’t you?
In the fast, wet winds churning around your Queens apartment
In the lightning flashes on Ocean Parkway where we walked once like a
Couple of refugees.

The waves will be taller than you, they’re saying
But I imagine you sitting on a grey dock somewhere
Oblivious of official warnings
Your dark wavy hair sticking to your forehead of scattered lies
And losses,
Your hard, careless body framed in endless brine.
I might not be allowed to love you anymore
But the rules of capturing, consuming and catenating happen to be
As fluid as t
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It started with a monk.

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waltzed a picture:
a thousand words
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Premonition Blues

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The snow was heavy
under midnight's guise.
The white ground reflected
city lights into the clouds:
it was as bright as the half light
that bled over the mountains
and flowed into the valleys
just hours before (the sun
died peacefully).

The air was silent:
a powder keg soundtrack
sitting on a camel's back.
There were dead flags
on poles or lying in ashes.
Smoke seeped through the earth
on every horizon
like the breath
of a dragon slumbering
after a fierce campaign.

No one was left
to inhale the dust and ash.
Their bodies were dormant
and they dreamed their faith.

And a Dandelion stood stout
in a field of grey and soot.

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Premonition Bluesby ~dead-now

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Very much inspired by Godspeed You! Black Emperor and their 'Dead Flag Blues.' This is obvious, though, to those that are familiar with it.

Not my greatest work. But it will do for now. Suggestions are always welcome.

EDIT: Yes I did.
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Category: Literature / Poetry / Sociopolitical / Free Verse

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Premonition Blues by ~dead-now paints vivid monochrome strokes until the end. ( Featured by ^neurotype )
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~Ateendra Dec 24, 2012
I really am a simple person and don't understand much but when I see a good thing, I can point it out. This poem here is just sublime. I can't express the joy I get by reading these lines because I was looking for something which could soothe my nerves. Not always do we have to be sunny and brimming with energy. Sometimes grey, silent echoes of imagery bring you more joy, when you want peace. This helped me bring peace to my mind and gave me some patience. Now I can continue with my Jedi training. May the Force be with you.
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~dead-now Dec 26, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Well if you enjoyed it then that's all that matters, I suppose.
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^neurotype Oct 22, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
Yeah, the last bit is way adorable (which, then again, we don't see a lot of nowadays), but I loved your use of rhyme and the ambiguity of the setting. Also there isn't enough post apocalyptic poetry out there.
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~dead-now Oct 22, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
I was so stuck on this thing for the longest time. I had no idea how to finish it. When I first started it, I believe that I had only the first stanza completed. The scene was supposed to be dark and it was supposed to be gloomy. That stuff always makes me insides tingle for some reason. But I had no way to finish it. It wasn't until after one of my literature courses that I realized how it was supposed to be finished. For one of my writing assignments in that class I gave myself the challenge of finding the supposed elusive element of beauty in Edgar Allan Poe's writing. Once I was able to do that I was set and whipped the rest of it out very quickly.

I really do appreciate this, my friend. Cheers to you. :)
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^neurotype Oct 25, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
Oooh, nice. And yeah, I like the decision to not drag us all deeper into the mud with the ending.

:salute:
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~ZACXD Oct 22, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
This is a great poem. The DD was an obvious deserved. Great job.
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~dead-now Oct 22, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
I appreciate your comments.
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~ZACXD Oct 22, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
:) yw
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~FacelessPunk Oct 22, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
Nice ~:+favlove:
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~dead-now Oct 22, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you, very much.
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