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My sensitive Skin Bags,

Eat, Shit and Die.  In that order.

-DBL

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Horrid Ripples

She has Shrugs and I don’t knows

She owns wait’s and just a second’s

She caters to the slide of hand that is information directing

Or in other words, leaking what is just enough to keep us waiting

But she is more then just a person

A wall to scale to find things in disorder

A micro situation of the macro that we are all part of

Easily let off by the lack of voice

There is no comfort in dialogue

We find truth in still waters

This “lack of”, a scissor to our fears

But I say what lacks sound also lacks trust

There is no misinformation if there is no information

There is no wrong when there is no reaction

A hidden intent is just as dangerous as a noose hung high

What is there to say about a power plant thats already is forgotten?

Safe only from our worried minds

What to think of an assault through cyber-space

Not an act of war until another decides to do it

Let us think of the way the world has changed just this week

That is only if we had paid attention

What if we all decided to just keep it in until something happens?

Until we see the other act for us

Lets just keep our breaths shallow and wait

Just wait

Something will happen something always happens

Someone always happens others always respond

Others always come close to us to become a distraction

A pressure cooker with a release valve that you have no control of

I can find distraction in a fly on a dog pile, beauty in its simplicity

But am I the fool if I fall in love with this fraction of a situation

A piece to something more profound and yes maybe

Heavier than you and I can lift

To eat, shit, and fuck I think I have that down

Don’t think that makes me special

Little by little we are awakening

But I say to be shoved out of bed is not an awakening

It’s just another role for a kept person

To act as others allow

To keep still

Ripples in the pond are so unappealing

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Tuesday Night Post #12

Spreading  spurge of bots,

first some links: 

lulzsec
more lulzsec
Arizona Police
BITCOINS!!!
Unveilance, Stuxnet, Odessey, Lybia??
wha??

now the post:

These are mostly just for fun and exercise.  I call them word equations.  Using the structure of a basic arithmetic problem I like creating an equation using words. 

First I write one line, no requirements.  The second line will be some how related to the first, for instance if the second word in the first line makes any reference to the body every second word in the preceding line/s will have a similar requirement.   Another example of a requirement might be that the first word/s of the previous line be some how related to the last word/s on the next line and the last word on the previous line be related to the first word on the preceding line.  Sometimes I might have a summation in form of a mash up.   The group might be structured by using the structure, rhythm or aesthetic appeal of the over all group of words.  Requirements and rules might fluctuate and be created for any new problem.

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Love is just a way to Exist

Limb’s are just to sense touch

Lib'sisre Ust ta Sente oist

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A Dance is forever symbolic

The Relation to One aNother.

Circled close is a close system

CirDRace tonever AN blitm

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A hot lap heated with a piece of overheated electronic

Iconic tempered situation of a moment handled

A reach out in this time is volatile for the clinic

LiNc Alf orV0iL ReDouT Dit

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Feather rite in site

Sweater flea in tea

Treaty blast and cast

Theater cables are ables

Disease trapped and adapted

Stream weak but leaked

Mislead minded and signed

Peavey found it’s rounded

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Timely taken homely seeded

Nicely icily she hide me preceded

Wince him once since in an intanT

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Tuesday Night Post #11

Flock of see ghouls,

     You can now follow me on Twitter @DBL3.  I will not bore you with everyday situations such as,"In line at Yogurtland, ARGHH... can't wait to have my after work yogurt TREAT!!! LOL!!!", and such unless I really am in line, at Yogurtland, and well maybe I really am fiending for my Yogurt treat.  Your not one to judge ME!

     This week I will double up on the post.  I am over-flowing.  In need of putting up three I will hold back and leave it for the next shopping spree,  sweet gift of words, silly rosy ambitions.

-DBL

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Strange Occurrences

(Stories of the Two)

I don’t believe in Coincidences

“I chose my world softly”, he once said

From my advantage my words burn bright

But pale underbellies of untouched skin

Roasting high and dry

Are my chance encounters with him

A mutual meeting

A need to dive deep

Not up or Down

Deep into a place that exist for us two

I knew a world he once envisioned

He knows an existence filled with disarray

A switch from senseless to decay

I found meaning of pleasure in flesh and disdain

I Knew I knew nothing of the void I chose to remain

The moist stifling place he calls home

A place I was curious to dwell not alone

My words echoed in his heart

A direct freeing of the new

An avatar turn askew

Tie me up

Tie me down

Strip me of this Triple Crown

Help me render what I need to know

A dimension far from the one we both know

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Circle Dance with Two Colors

Lets consider that I am flawed

Lets ignore that I am not raw

I have felt things I think I don’t want

And exposed myself to things that help me rot

I know nothing of the love that I hurt

Or the need to re-live the things I need to rehearse

I see reaction in the small creatures I nurse

And see the red as my patience reverse

In the same way I react to the perverse

And the answers that perplex me from her

I am a fool with the sweetness that she rejects

And the sweetness that I project

I have sensed that I must give up

And have seen how frivolous it is to give it up

I am sure I will not learn from this end

I will surely see her in a twin

If it’s not in the world I will go to sleep to

It will be in the world that will soon turn a new

You can say I am a sucker for words…

And actions and small gestures and love

And well  I am a sucker in other words

In the same way that I try to work on problems and solutions

In the same way I confuse and dilute any resolution

An awkward circle this little dance

I held a rose purely my intentional circumstance

I can go until this is long and convoluted

Still empty for the thought is eluded

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Tuesday Night Post #10

My fellow meat puppets,

Lets just hope we don't choke on our vomit as we awake. 

-DBL

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Brought Together

A single hair winds and binds

In between the three strands

Across my chest

Goes across my ribs

A mental picture I create

A needle and thread by which I intend to connect

Uncountable wavering thoughts

Held up high, my limb, needle in hand

Mouth agape

The needle dives in flesh and far

Forty knots in a row except for the last five

Clustered safe as heaven's gate 

To feel the path that set me straight

Piercing thoughts

Piercing veins

Collecting fractures bones and lose ligaments

Pulling taut slipping through my finger tips

With a breath I am brought inside myself

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Tuesday Night Post #9

 

 Waterlogged

Lets talk from the place where things are not strange

Position in the mind in which nothing is confusing

Attempts of awareness chase the epiphany building

Try not to grapple with the logic for it’s the one thing that dilutes

An offer of protection of the firmness that is objection

Can strangle off an extension of what might have been

Find freedom in a voice

Slide into the void that has a neighbor

Companionship is just one form

True liberation is sloppy

Sticky and confusing to the frontal self

Getting lost offers a recharge

A tossing up of the cards allows them to dance in their truth

Limbo is a stage don’t linger there to long

Although the next stage

Might be a variation of the first

You might find the presence there over-bearing

Embrace every thought it is a presence of existence

Jumping over formalities produces subjugation

Of course thoughts are refection’s of footsteps, stumbled and planted

Existence is a phenomenon ruminated

Grabbed, pinched, firmly interrogated

Lets give it water, some time to its self 

A moment to invent an alibi

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