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Wed, Jul. 25th, 2007 11:27 am
water trilogy.

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People gawk at the blackeened remains
and take the water set out for the victims
And with all these people who might join tent city
for the thrill maybe the city might do something other
than just shut things down
and that night sky is electric and bruised
like a lovers kiss and the rain cannot wash
away the grime.

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Thu, Jul. 12th, 2007 10:07 am

A pom for alice

Oh breath ohmn

Throw yourself open
t0 the page

and in these notes to self

scatch into dreams ink
likes stars prick into the velvet night
and the stars are the quiet surrender
that birth into the moment ohm that cradles us now
ohm and ohm and breath
the mourning isnt so quiet
it rattles sitting in chairs that are meant to be art
and not chairs
the crow caws
and scratches teritortory in voice
like the elegant ladies and gentle men in black who cast themselves
down strairs at a city function and it nends in applause
and breath and ohm and breath
if only it begain in applause and it does the doctors slap
and if it only ended in applause as well.
but life is not a performance
and you complain about the quiteness of your performance
but the times i met your mother
i saw that quietness and i have carried this pome for a while
quietly and now i set it into the cradle electricks
and tick tick tick
its in the quiet ones the revolution begins

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Wed, Jun. 6th, 2007 12:03 pm


Today in the urban sprawl of homeless
ghosts I wonder and wander
Luke skywalker sprawled out with casablanca nazis
or the soon to be
For movie theatres are going to be turned into condos
and that is the natural cycle for art to be transformed into
spaces of living in the boom and bust cycle the only thing
that seems to be bust is this poetry
that was going to be a haiku and broke out
the breathn lines like me
from the white suits
and pin striped middle age is where i am am heading
and say good bye
to the instant punk needle pin tattoes and
late night coffees after the slam dance
to the safety pine piercing of hearts
and all the art will be realsed and the ghost
of bored waiteresses will serve heaven
in there barely striving to be alive
but at least they know the name of regulars
and there prefered drink coffee
goodbye the attempts to capture this coupland in photographs
when the landscape is telling you how to capture
the photographs
and people say i should mourn the loss of another artspace
but its the loss of another friend of mine who an artists puts me in tornado black
http://www.satoreyedesign.com/album/

and depression is touching down and leaving the sky and life a odd shade of green
i

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Wed, May. 16th, 2007 10:53 am
Hey all I am working on a project called cortex right now and we are doing a fundrasier for it.
http://216.194.95.243/Duaoilcity.html
is the details for the fundraiser next week also created a new group so you can see the process.
called braincanday.
http://community.livejournal.com/braincanday/profile

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Thu, May. 10th, 2007 11:42 am
Here we are waiting for the revolution to occur
In the may of first the fist of revolution
turns out to be a dance for the urban monkey grind
I am swinging away in the moment of momentohmzen
it hits me yesterday we were talking about the new philosphy
the aesthetics of nature
and i was if we draw the line between nature and us that is where the problem
lies think it this way
imgaine through buildinngs that scrape the skies old forests
taking root breaking the builidngs apart
instead of emails and faxes we send primal cries
through the streets to gather the tribe
And while the revolutiuon turned i drank wine and talked about the nature of art
but the red did not spill over my heart this time
and speaking of hearts and sparks
I remember seeing a dance and your lover was the star
and my friend was complaining how it seemed creepy this middle aged gay man talking about love to
one of his students a young spanish dancer
i knew and saw that all his line of love held a cupids arrow direct to your eyes
and you never needed drag queens or rainbow jewelery to show your love it was a quiet revolution
who needs the constructs of marriage when all you have is love
You not only spun the wheel of life brillaint and profound you gave that gift to others
though mine is mangled and broken a mongrel frakenweinter of sorts
And this an idealdilqoue I never heard the fights I never saw the drama and your lover will have to do the most diffuclt dance piece one that
doesnt involve underwear
the one called getting your lovers affairs in order
all i saw was the dance in the spaces of silence
and revolution occurred not not in the raving and ranting
not in the discourse about art
but in the collaspe of you into your lovers arms one last time
and you gave into the quiet revolultion on may 1

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Fri, May. 4th, 2007 09:06 am
http://www.satoreyedesign.com/Thenow/


I saw cocktatoo again last week they were amazing.

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Wed, May. 2nd, 2007 04:07 pm

Happy new year all.
Somedays the rain and numbers leave
Me numb and cold and older than mother earth on a bender
32 116 or a thousand and pi
the look of violence can turn into a rampage in the look of an
eye or the flick of a media
and what is the difference between virginia or iraq or palestian or north america
no matter if your giving in the gun or hunger it’s the same tragiety
I HAVE THE talking crow parrot low down parkeets caccoffin in me coffe blue
Violence begets violence
Compassions forms compassion
And the lights o things shines someday
And mother earth is turning fast and holidng on to us until
The loneliness runs out like the water.
But what leaves me lower than a riverboat princess trying to lmber under a not high level bridge
Is looking out and see you not there rose when the flowers are in bloom
Oh the numbers leave me cold
I HAVE THE talking crow parrot low down parkeets caccoffin in me coffe blue
Violence begets violence
Compassions forms compassion
And the lights o things shines someday
Remember when we turne four hundred into four
Music can do that.
Remebeber hnaging out on halloween and other dzaw wathcing young hipsters read about art.
Remember roaring for the first time.
And when the others don’t add up the only thing that’s leaves me happy and alive
Is singing this song.
I HAVE THE talking crow parrot low down parkeets caccoffin in me coffe blue
Violence begets violence
Compassions forms compassion
And the lights o things shines someday
And mother earth is turning fast and holidng on to us until
The loneliness runs out like the water.

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Wed, Apr. 25th, 2007 12:29 pm
I was wondering what is something you do everday.I am asking this question because for international dance day I am making a video piece based on what people do everyday.

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Wed, Apr. 18th, 2007 09:28 am
Hshhs whirr shh whirr sshshshwhirreereer
Lubdublub dub Klub dub Lubdub
Between the space between
Geograraphy and time I lie
Hshhs whirr shh whirr sshshshwhirreereer
Lubdublub dub Klub dub Lubdub
My words go into your ear and into your heart
The air making the poetry sound
And I am flight I am wing I sliver haired mother
Hshhs whirr shh whirr sshshshwhirreereer
Lubdublub dub Klub dub Lubdub
No I was lost before then
Searching for answers in the red japanense sun
And I was lost and found here in words
Hshhs whirr shh whirr sshshshwhirreereer
Lubdublub dub Klub dub Lubdub
I never dreamed of flight the same ways poets never dreams of writing all
We have is sound the sound of flight the sound of words
Hshhs whirr shh whirr sshshshwhirreereer
Lubdublub dub Klub dub Lubdub
The sight of being lost between things
But the flight and words remain.
Hshhs whirr shh whirr sshshshwhirreereer
Lubdublub dub Klub dub Lubdub

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Sat, Apr. 14th, 2007 09:42 am
I should bee writing of old loves in the journal that has the sun and moon on the cover
and life the universe in between covers
maybe I should write of the girl with the black eyes
who loves german philosophers to much
I am writing of decay
the contractor descriebs how the bricks
over the trendy coffee facade
are going to be crashinjg down
and I think of decay
not of bricks but off art
Fast forward and I am toasting me not getting into a film festival
and another not making the play offs failure brings
comradery
and i wonder if my art is to mental to be in a experimental filmfest
sometimes thingsa flicker sometimes they linger
rewind
I wondering about decay
this contractor also is a bigot
says the problem with spain is the africians
same with the natives here there lazy
This guy is a nice guy
but i am wondering about decay
how one of my books is on his shelf
and i should be careful of who i give my children to
and what happened to the guy who this book was given to
the young idealist has the sun and moon faded
time become erased
I am living in a time
when plastic flowers are locked
and humans are recylced like paper

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