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by Sol Park
I've left poetry
somewhere in the desk
no--that's not
the right metaphor.
I've left it behind
like a foot step
yes--I've left it
for a new love, but
love is a poor substitute
for love,
it just piles on
like sediments--
like snow--
like pages upon pages
the more you write
the older you grow--
the less you know--
years are a poor substitute
for years, before.
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| woke up in the morning
yet another song,
couldn't feel right so I stole a line from
emcee's --- strong
mos def hammered the ground
and cracked death's skull
common couldn't get mad he had to spread love,
lupe fiasco looped the lasso over rap's wrathful
while kanye kept it easy to be soulful
blues for the woeful, the low folks
take the subway & read the bible
lights eyes glow in the darkness
the heartless shine like silver lies
the lions of life ain't taking no scraps
we don't do raps we dance taps to gun shots
from our chests
heart beats vein muzzles send blood through red hot tunnels.
extremely good muxtape: http://confusion.muxtape.com/
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| I have all these windows open. mmm. muxtapes, poetry, xanga, ted.com, gmail, nytimes, projectmanager. What are you open to?
www.brinklit.com
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| There's the warm weather. Every year I'm shocked at how much happier I am than the last to see summer and spring arrive. I can't wait to sit outside and talk about absolutely nothing on a sunny saturday. I look forward to those blissful summer nights of outdoor beer drinking. I want to listen to the breeze. I want to smile at the sun. I'd like to take a long run. I'd like to wait for you somewhere in the city, on a hot summer day. | | |
| Without an answer to the question of Why I am lost. I am lost asking questions like Why, questions with no answers. More important is where, how, what, who, and when. Where were you? How did you know? What is it? Who are you today? When will we remember?
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