American Haiku Writer - Singer/Guitar Strummer

Joined November 2020
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A 5–7–5 poetic structure contemplating American identity, viewing each syllable as a compressed unit of meaning and paradox; with Whiteheadian and Landian influences whereby experience unfolds as a process while registering the accelerating, impersonal forces of contemporary life
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the war was civil uncivilized civilians a civic duty
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voice on radio voices told me to do it because of the past i saw no future so i killed in Kigali possessed by their words
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you will become them not the ones that surround you the ones that you serve
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these slippery slopes torturous dichotomies up down up down up
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capitalist caste the priesthood of net values unemployables
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changing appetite less for food and more for light metabolic sight
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en ti confío manos que no me toque mi santa muerte
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nobody'd do it there is way too much at stake or maybe they would
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with so much to say i put my foot in my mouth so i bit it off
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with noble spirit I serve the creator God no other master
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deep meditation at the bottom of a lake forgetting to breathe
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Protect the children. No matter what it demands. This is the one thing. Anchoring us all. If we fail at this one thing. We are lost at sea. We deserve to sink. To never be spoken of. To be forgotten.
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the sacred duty a nation thusly deprived fades into the past
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it's all perspective one man's junk DNA is a mantid's treasure
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wild west expansion treasures await you yonder if you can survive
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the middle men don't want middle men any more than the little man the big man needs the middle man to feel bigger than the little man
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crystal clear conscience priceless peace money can't buy blameless and blissful
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goosebumps, head to toe from deja vu contagion eyes filled up with tears
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a decade old dream forgotten, suddenly known time and heart stood still
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meridian flows thousand-petaled lotus blooms the purest prana
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