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PostPosted: 11/25/08 06:02:41 PM 
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we're use to holding silence,
it's become arbitrary.
i use to hold it.
with the assertiveness of my hand.
assisting, insisting,
internalizing such things held my stance.
the continent of myself.
the environment of everyone else.
how the scruples of the body got me.
the reflexology of it, the limbs that connect to digits.
the organs that reflect my actions.
from a sturdy handshake to a slap on the head..
how my hard head conveys my wrinkles.
my fingertips that outreach every person, but
myself.
soiled in my past, in passing,
love is always in fad-
as lust tattoos my hands.
it idles beneath my fingernails and i'm still scratching each
person.
each chance and
every chance,
this darkness interferes with who i am.
i see it, don't worry about it, my hands tell me everything.
how intricate this part of me can be.
a mona lisa of hands that
spoke a renaissance within me.
where-
as children we held hands unconditionally then as adults-
let them go so instinctively.
our palms emphasize such marks.
from each line that tells me the future to the
back which tells you my story through my scars.
little cuts, you know who you are...
where five fingers closed made a fist.
some of us push it up in revolt while
others use it in arguments.
like two hands that conjoin to insist parity.
this satirical butterfly is as rare as peace in a revolution in our time.
what are you fighting for when you emphasized not laying a hand?
challenged to your own reason.
it is difficult to cross the line without
being sometimes a hypocrite.
as sharp as knives are they never sliced more then
the fingertips that popped a disturbance "bubble"...
each cause and problem floating in the air too subtle.
tampering a comfort zone that opened their eyes,
then soon after their heads.
where in thinking, we rarely do none.
the numbness of it. the slaughter of innocence
and that of love, us.
where every golden age lost its color-
the hands of time can't do its part to stop hunger-
it takes flesh to get that ball on the go.
and so we let everything go,
we let it slide through our fingertips then watch it
fall unto the floor.
as so the luster of hope diminishes in
and the rosy red cheeks turn gray in composition.
to the parent-less children in darfur
to every war fought with blood currency and drugs they conjure.
the palpitations of heart rhythms that mangle my chest cavity.
a silence that wrote symphonies in a place
where others can't read.
injustice, in conduct.
placing your hand over it. we say a pledge which impacts few.
while humbly we lavish in America and
have came to put our hand into "good" use.
hunting for witches is the history of humanity.
ignorance rides each hand wave we make.
fear places them together to pray.
and so i am handy.
i have a handful of doubt and self-assurance
as i soil myself in my alcohol and
inability to self restrain myself.
thanks (hands) for holding it.
you know the sensory euphoria of a bottle of sin.
the little finger and the thumb that kept it properly in position.
that synthetic smile that fishes in the hard part.
tilt it, 30 degrees over my heart.
my digits sweat now, profusely.
the quality of life, deterring as i'm trying to improve things.
you see that,
the deep thoughts, the foot backward,
the countless nights i should of proven to be better then what i go after.
running a muck with my jargon.
my mouth can walk the talk,
but doesn't have the strength to hold it for long.
we're use to holding silence,
it's become arbitrary.
i use to hold it,
but then i opened my hand
to let go of it.
i see it,
don't worry about it,
my hands tell me everything.


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PostPosted: 11/26/08 11:20:31 PM 
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my hands are clapping..deep...
some of the best writing ive read here..

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PostPosted: 11/27/08 01:10:07 PM 
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"how the scruples of the body got me.
the reflexology of it, the limbs that connect to digits.
the organs that reflect my actions."

Just one of many quotable lines that were in there.
Great post.


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PostPosted: 12/02/08 12:37:10 PM 
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wow so there is alot that i really like in this, very rich so bare with me

i love this first part in the begining, it's makes me kind of slow things down and think about things
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internalizing such things held my stance.
the continent of myself.
the environment of everyone else.
how the scruples of the body got me.
the reflexology of it, the limbs that connect to digits.
the organs that reflect my actions.


the word play here is masterful, i mean it is sooo saturating, an vivid nice
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as lust tattoos my hands.
it idles beneath my fingernails and i'm still scratching each
person.
each chance and
every chance,
this darkness interferes with who i am.


and this i was like daymn...you are soo good i'll stop quoting everything now but this was so good coming back from my vac this is a great read, i hope to read more from you
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like two hands that conjoin to insist parity.
this satirical butterfly is as rare as peace in a revolution in our time.
what are you fighting for when you emphasized not laying a hand?
challenged to your own reason.
it is difficult to cross the line without
being sometimes a hypocrite.
as sharp as knives are they never sliced more then
the fingertips that popped a disturbance "bubble"...
each cause and problem floating in the air too subtle.

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