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Thursday, June 30, 2005
a final note...seriously though
due to my lack of support, lack of motivation, lack of whatever,
this blog is officially closed. fuck everyone who never visited,
and those whom no longer visit. thank you for making something
mildly special which had little meaning otherwise, but now is looked
astray, and there is no longer any reaon for continuing. so thanks,
this is finished, or unfinished, and shall forever remain unfinished.
support is all i asked for, a few words at most, but even
that was too much to ask.
ill do it on my own then-
Posted at 11:43 pm by theboyinblue
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my retortion to being Fired today. my first firing.
How may I continue
with a dilemma such as this?
note another curve,
unforeseen as usual
Carrying on,
smiling without sincerity,
pushing the idle throat
to the very back of the mind
A slug, a metamorphesis?
a change gone unnoticed?
at maximum paces,
the leader still ponders
Condescend the perserverant,
an eruption of intolerance
contorting in defense
walking with shadows
Yet somehow finding joy
in simple things,
a quiet, watchful mood
from third one's eye
White, weightless fluff
riding the coattails of the falling day,
soft keys of a piano echoing,
playing only for the heart
In darkness, waving a gentle hand
to a tune no longer playing,
an honest attempt of control
but the mind enjoys its straying
Overwhelming, the scrambling tide
jagged shells lie within its current
finally dispersing, washing over me
counting the few, hopeless breathes of life.
Posted at 11:40 pm by theboyinblue
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Tuesday, June 14, 2005
How relieving peace can be, beneath a tree
when what was wrong has been corrected
shedding light upon endless darkness
ridding pain which follows hardship
The feeling of actual freedom,
whether short lived or authentic
remains in the form of comfort
draped over cold shoulders
Dripping, slickened valley
the barrier of evergreen
breathing energy,
a calm haze doubled over,
the metallic road bears
a bold reflection
For many great links have disembodied
cast more easily than creation,
yet a surgance in brotherhood emerges
with contemporary love
The bricks collapse, then tumbling
listen to the low, deep rumbling;
a shift occurs in nature's furs
as sunlight unveils a world lost.
and I graduated by the way too, HOORAY!
peace, dj/donovan
Posted at 10:25 am by theboyinblue
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Sunday, May 22, 2005
Those boys, they tend
to gamble
one apart, his heart
it rambles
Straying further
losing track
no poppy seeds
to find his way back
Strength in silence
for each passing
stern, concerned
he isn't laughing
Forced logic crumbling
an eye afar,
his mind is tumbling
over the stars
Inside the mind
addressing confusion
twisted faces
wait for ablution
Then silence returns again,
haunting madness
or sweet tranquility
silent none the less.
peace+love, dj
Posted at 05:02 pm by theboyinblue
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Saturday, May 21, 2005
Black & White, A Collection of Four Poems: Poem Four
...Wandering®
A boy wanders wearily
following a path,
too absorbed within his thoughts
heading for the bridge which crashed
Petals crank around
with butterfly at hand
riding the devil's shadow
does the best he can
Emotions cross the joy
gliding silent
just a boy
Wandering away from home
passing canyons
to the grove
Behold the citrus
sweet, yet sour
sectioned ruby
gaze for hours
peace+love, dj
Posted at 03:44 pm by theboyinblue
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Black & White, A Collection of Four Poems: Poem Three
Find Myself...®
The stream is my reflection
pebbles, broken clarity
what a worn complexion
struggle to find some sanity
Fumble in my pocket
location of a key
the closing of the night
two lovers shall be free
Scrawling on the floor
waving black tip fingers
a message for tomorrow
the eyes, I hope they linger
peace+love, dj
Posted at 03:34 pm by theboyinblue
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Black and White, A Collection of Four Poems: Poem Two
The Angels Crying High®
The angels crying high
rain clouds form
throughout the sky
We all take notice
not at once,
but slowly as a whole
Two billion eyes
ascend the street
from glances once
upon their feet
Stand before tremulous fury
watching, soaring
a virus exploring
An attraction infectious
fatal, precious
As stars emerge
the clouds on virge,
the angels cease
their crying high
peace+love, dj
Posted at 07:51 am by theboyinblue
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Black & White, A Collection of Four Poems : Poem One
A High Crow Calling Low®
Walking in the rain
a screen of drops unload
but unseen I am
upon this darkened road
Headlights flashing by
high
a crow calling
low
the silhouetted creatures
their voices, how they glow
Treetops reflect the moon
a milky blanket drawn
blacking out the sun,
dawn will be arriving soon
With light anew
of jewels in darkness,
vivid hues
torch my horizon
A feeling so surprising
the rebirth of my spirit
knowing I am not alone
surely you can hear it?
peace+love, dj
Posted at 07:41 am by theboyinblue
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Wednesday, May 11, 2005
I've spent three years
creating new fears,
I wipe the tear from
beneath my eye,
when I think of you
waving from the sky
I loved you long before
and I love you now
yet at times, I can't seem to find
exactly when or how
kissing beside a smokeshop window
beneath an awning, raindrops pelting
your cold wet face pressed on mine
simply embracing the moment
"how empty billfolds
pay for themselves
in time,"
he thought to himself.
peace+love, dj
Posted at 10:10 pm by theboyinblue
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vibrant, vivid
cool sublime
eruptive, constructive
life as it shines
unraveling twine
the virgin peel
far within,
darkness conceals
edge the surface
kissing sun
oh combustion!
one must run
corner gazing
final glance
music whispers
one must dance
fear not dark
for it is weak
beside the light
appearing bleak
burning passion
sweeping silk
mark the woman
skin of milk
peace+love, dj
Posted at 09:31 pm by theboyinblue
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