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Pockets Full Of Coins

I had a dream last night and in the dream, I woke up   and I didn’t know where I was.   There was nothing leading up to it, I just woke up in a strange place.   Before too … Continue reading

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The Birds Are Still Flying: Ode To Kaho’olawe

They watched as it bled blood red clouding the ocean and asked themselves how? They forgot that it’s alive dying slowly as God cries   and green turns to brown. Veins are nothing without blood but tears wash away sacredness … Continue reading

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Purgatory

I had a dream last night and in the dream, I woke up and I didn’t know where I was. There was nothing leading up to it, I just woke up in a strange place. Before too long, based on … Continue reading

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Cease

Count the reasons until you can no longer count because you no longer want to count because you no longer want or need anything but peace no silver lining, no new lease count the reasons and the seasons will cease … Continue reading

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Goodbye for the last time…

I finally said goodbye for the last time in a dream I had last night, then she smiled as she walked away and I knew she was happy and I felt love and I knew it was all going to be … Continue reading

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America: Occupied. I Want to go Back to Hell! (Or, An Afternoon at the Lake…)

January 3, 2013 I moved into a tent in the heart of the city that often sleeps after midnight, the soulless shadows of the financial district reminding me why I joined the ‘movement’ in the first place… I thought. Poli … Continue reading

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