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Introspect September 1, 2013

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I can see your ideas swirling
Like a million blades of sunshine
Waiting to pierce the night
And banish silence from this place

© 2013 Argonaut

Rouse July 5, 2012

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Waiting is our permanent,
the state in which we feel secure.
We sit,
we spy,
we neatly stay.

Thankfully, there’s a simple cure.

© 2012 Argonaut

Life April 6, 2010

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One long,
Unpredictable string
Of orgasms
And I’m Sorry’s

© 2010 Argonaut

Cosmically April 1, 2010

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the space between us can hardly be defined
by the strict rules of geography
you are always next to me
cosmically

© 2010 Argonaut

From Her to Me March 24, 2010

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I love you :)

all day
in my own way
from my own space
in this world

Pinned To A Rose, For Her October 6, 2009

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to the nights and the days, that make up our lives.
the secret moments and measures, that fill our building story.

to you,
for showing me,
how beautiful us can be.

© 2009 Argonaut

A Saturday Away September 5, 2009

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I really wanted to crawl into bed with you last night and make you smile.

And give me pleasure…

Very much so.

And brush your lips against mine ever so slightly…

Lips to lips.
And tongues. And chests. And legs. And hips. And breath.
And moans. And whispers. And pleases. And yeses. And pasts. And futures.
And rest…

© 2009 Argonaut

1 August 1, 2009

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once there was a world where people killed for food

then land

then gold

then ego

© 2009 Argonaut

A Romance Lit July 1, 2009

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There is beauty in the night
A spirit primed to fight
A sharpened wit
A romance lit
Discovered passion as a right

© 2009 Argonaut

Birds of Prey January 30, 2009

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Crows cry as death’s dealt out like cradles of cards
Storks sigh as babies drift downward from stars,
To be sent on a journey from the sky to the earth
Is a flight of sure fancy since well before birth.

We conceive an idea and consummate our beginnings
As the cards are raked in, the crows count out the winnings
Pigeons perch wearily on our porches long painted
The color of clouds before they were tainted

© 2006 Argonaut

Melodia Bella (Beautiful Melody) January 27, 2009

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She sings sweetly and softly
Sifting sonnet and song
Into effortless lofting
Breathing sunset and dawn

Cup your ear in exaltation
Listen closely to her flare
Her clapping will fall gently
All who hear will be aware

She moves melody neatly
Past fellow to foe
Inhaling Sundays so sweetly
Past panes of windows

Once she whispered no words
To a horseman of hoods
And cloaked a sweet child
Alone in the woods

Her cup is not empty
But hollow to hold
Her skirt is so tempting
To place finger to fold

As willows wisp sideways
She sips sunrise and reaps
The deep shadow of days
And on the morrow repeats

© 2005 Argonaut

Slumber 1 November 1, 2008

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Soon I shall sleep and my mind will count sheep,
And I’ll wake to the break of the day.
Until that begins,
my mind will just spin,
And wish tomorrow was farther away.

© 2004 Argonaut

Audacious Dawn October 27, 2008

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Dead pasty moonlight
Was calming to her
As she walked
Through a traveling trail

Tightening her gate
She slowed to a wary
As she swallowed
A garden so pale

Forging firm poise
She flattened her spine
As she shored
Dim air into veil

A blanket of dawn
Bore a confident fawn
As she shed
A shadow so frail

© 2007 Argonaut

Fable Child October 14, 2008

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Rascal trail
A frosty way
Rogue directions
Filth and fray
Tussle, fight, screaming sleigh

Salted rags
Unraveled sails
Soaking up
Sweat filled tales
Fuss, bother, worried whales

© 2007 Argonaut

Savor Your Time October 4, 2008

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To fall is to gain
To dance in the rain
To understand your piece of the line
To walk your path free
Of ropes and debris
So common within depressed minds
Everyone will fall
Past this great wall
And breathe will leave all with time
To savor is sight
To live in the light
Happy is whole in your mind
It takes value of breath
And no fear of death
To hope, to laugh, to have time

© 2006 Argonaut

Revelry Renewed September 28, 2008

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(a toast for you and your friends)

May we lift our cups to all those unable
And toast to those who can’t bless our table
Cheers to here-and-now, and all within view
I drink in delight of sharing this with you

© 2008 Argonaut

Argonaut featured on Alltop.com September 28, 2008

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Alltop, confirmation that I kick ass

I recently was lucky enough to be featured on Alltop.com, in their new poetry section. I took the opportunity to encourage them to list several other poetry blogs that I read on a regular basis, all of which are now listed.

For more on Alltop, read here, or check out the poetry page here.

Here are the blogs I got listed:

Argonaut
Blogsboro Poetry Club
Nina Alvarez
Poetmeister
Qazse
Soul Gaze

Cheers.

Birth of a Dreamer September 25, 2008

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Hollow bones hurry flight
As empty heads fill with light
And dreamers cast shadows with wounds

Fantasies grow fatter
As they sit atop ladders
Minds climb to the height of the moon

Illusions mature
As romance does stir
And failing falls fast into tombs

Hope begets wonder
As dreams crack like thunder
Hunger for sight fills the womb

© 2005 Argonaut

Hollowed Hope September 24, 2008

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A visitor spoke with hollowed hope that she would take his hand
An empty man a day away felt her heartslip like lakeshore sand
The first two join, an old pair parts, and love leaks far from land

© 2007 Argonaut

Untitled 9-21-08 September 21, 2008

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I am waiting for a glimmer of who I thought I was.
The single most motivating charade
On my horizon is a hope,
Hope that the person I think I can be, will be.
That the fantasy of my future self
Will one day be my reality, my present.
Tomorrow, today.
My flaws, my past.
My accomplishments, legend.
My happiness, constant.
But then I realize that mistakes are necessity.
That constant happiness muddles peaks and valleys,
until everything is flat.
Flat is not life, flat is death,
The absence of energy,
The absence of spirit,
Ignorance of free will.
Constant happiness makes for no happiness.
Indulge the valleys for they are followed by peaks,
Indulge hatred for it encourages love,
Embrace flaws and mistakes,
But never stop striving for more,
Embrace, but do not settle.
Indulge, but do not surrender.
Strive for what is right,
Allow for setbacks,
And then rise above.

I was waiting for a glimmer of who I thought I was
Until,
I found I was always right here,
Falling, rising, trying, living.
My hope is in the present.
I am my future self.

© 2008 Argonaut

Drought September 12, 2008

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A grapevine did fall with seedlings so small they shriveled to the size of a sip.
Do you know which way the wind will blow when the world is so dry it will rip?
It will cry with the crows as we die in windows,
And the dust settles sweetly with ships.

Shadow settles sweetly and all listen neatly as night drips deeply from day.
As the devil drinks scotch, sipping swiftly from rocks, hell will begin to decay.
When fire jumps to the sky from oceans long dry,
Will apathy at last fall from grace?

© 2004 Argonaut

Bright Living September 4, 2008

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To the sands of the west
I gladly bequest
My problems
My worries
My soul

Sift through your sunshine
And lend me more time
To live
To laugh
To be whole

© 2007 Argonaut

Snug August 24, 2008

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You are a stranger
I am a coat
A pleasant vessel
Upon which to float

© 2007 Argonaut

Drip August 20, 2008

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Drip falls a pain,
Dull as the rain,
Blood leaves the skin so pale.

Dropped from a height
Far from our sight,
To live in the depth of detail.

Life’s lived in degrees,
From death to disease,
The little things will tell our tale.

© 2006 Argonaut

Belle Fleur de Vigne (Beautiful Vine Blossom) August 16, 2008

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Last night I had a dream
That life lived on a vine
Each of us in green
Waiting for our sign

Blossoms, all awaiting
A purpose and their time
To yield their true colors
And leave this naked vine

One bold Blossom creeping
Petals tempting light
Perfumed scent seeping
Into this sweet night

I mark this open Bloom
A soul finding its way
Discovering its life
By direction of the day

Many blooms do sprout
From this vine of age
All wanting out
To breach this tangled cage

I watch you bold Blossom
Simple beauty bright
As only tips of petals
Tempt my line of sight

On this day of light-let-in
You will surely weep
As days of happiness set in
With joyful tears to reap

Hope I send you Blossom
Full of colors stole
From a goddess’ grasp
To hold in your sweet soul

May your beauty’s untold heights
Grow bright for all to see
And the petals of your life
Persist to set you free

© 2005 Argonaut

Happy Hippy August 12, 2008

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Hippy is happy before not
Others are sad and just rot
I’d rather be dirty
And not in a hurry
As a hippy is happy a lot

© 2004 Argonaut

Exist in Grace August 7, 2008

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Sweet southern style
Slows the day’s dial
As the sun sips time through a straw.

We rockaway noon
And cradle the moon
As the sunset suspends in soft awe.

© 2006 Argonaut

Stone Grey Envy July 30, 2008

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Swallowing pills like the day swallows souls,
A need for change, to make a mark on the world
Surrounded by flesh of the internal day
Surrounded by others trying to see the way
A blanket of envy, stone, and grey

Tossing out honesty like epics in hand
Stories start in the middle, castles built out of sand
Emptied by others, like a bottle in the sea
Emptied by brothers who I thought were like me
A blanket of grey, stone, and envy

A battle fought silently, like soldiers long lost
A cry echoes gently in the loins of their host
Completed by crusades designed to atone
Completed by love, all but alone
A blanket of envy, grey, and stone

© 2004 Argonaut

Poor as Poor July 18, 2008

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What sense
Of smell
Of scent
Of Hell
Is satisfaction? Well,
Its quite
simplistic
when you
miss it,
its all
in all
a tale…

Of mice
of men
of drunken
gin
and wasted
days of yore.

For you
and I
can bake
a pie
but we’ll
never
sever well…

The timely
weather
that keeps
us tethered
poor
as poor
in hell.

© 2004 Argonaut

Apple Cherry Pie July 8, 2008

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I tore
your apple
cherry pie
from this
treetop,
please don’t cry.
I spotted
leapt,
ripped
and kept,
this pie
of sin
and cherry sly.
It grew
and dangled
from this
tangled
group of
sprouting limbs.
While
I plotted,
Planned,
with opened
hand…
for hope of
future feasts,
and mangled
a beautiful beast.
Its pleasure was
quick
and its
juices thick
as I tasted
my well
earned prize.
Such
simple things,
as cherry bings
and apple’s
dripping juice.
They’ll drive
man and boy
to claim their toy
beyond moral,
scruple,
and tooth.

© 2004 Argonaut

swagger June 28, 2008

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there is language in her eyes
gentle movement from a mind
soft thoughts of truth, stirs this just view
and from open hearts will drive
the scarce rhythm of love, an amorous flood
a swagger, a world alive

© 2008 Argonaut

two frogs June 2, 2008

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two frogs sit pretty
tidy and well
two frogs sit empty
within a dry wishing well

both frogs quite hungry
both sitting dumb
both wondering simply
when the rain might come

© 2008 Argonaut

i will then devour March 31, 2008

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when i drink, i rarely taste
the detail of discerning
falls first
to indulged tips
of lips
and other things

when i taste, i will then devour
the distance
of learning
fills fast my mind,
sure as I breathe…
I will always crave

© 2008 Argonaut

heavy March 28, 2008

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theres a note in my head, a humming, a salutation of simple swaying
a coat on my body, warm and laying heavy to my sides
it hides dull pains, some in my body, some in my spirit
its only heavy when it rains, and sometimes I take it off, on dry days

© 2008 Argonaut

The Poetry of Politics February 7, 2008

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While that phrase sounds odd, and while everyone has probably seen the will.i.am tribute to Obama’s Yes We Can speech, I still feel the need to mention it. Besides will.i.am, I have counted a dozen or so others online that have already chimed in with their own lyrical “Yes We Can”.

The combination of what has to be some damn good writers, Obama’s undeniable charisma, and a willingness by his campaign to break the mold and not be afraid to inspire people for the sake of inspiration, for the sake of hope – has all combined to create some of the most impactful political speeches since Reagan, since JFK, since King. Whether you agree with his politics or would ever consider voting for him, you have to admit, he inspires.

Lyrics

It was a creed written into the founding documents that declared the destiny of a nation. (more…)

Hide and Seek January 13, 2008

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Wooden planks of dust
Lean on floors of rust
Blanketing the ground

Nighttime bustle
Nighttime hustle
Until the child’s found

Tears dry to the taste
On a virgin face
Drip without a sound

A heavy home
A frozen womb
The cold keeps her now

She fled simple folly
This cold still Molly
A blanket for the ground

Nighttime bustle
Nighttime hustle
Until the child’s found

© 2007 Argonaut

Kneel for the New Year December 29, 2007

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Sing to me sweet New Year, show your sultry ways.
I chime away your minutes, while you chime away my days.
Kiss me to your neighbor; show me simple joys,
For I’m in great need,
Of your good deeds,
Another night of Yule tide noise.

© 2007 Argonaut

purpose full we wander December 16, 2007

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Purpose full
We wander
Unsure of destinations
Only that we must
Advance

Purpose full
We argue
Unsure of motivation
Only that we must
Combat

Purpose full
We consume
Unsure of integration
Only that we must
Ingest

Purpose full
We produce
Unsure of gestation
Only that we must
Breed

Purpose full
We love
Unsure of temptation
Only that we must
Trust

© 2007 Argonaut

the depleted December 12, 2007

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steadily her sickness drips
pooling pain and soreness
sore from true injury, and sore from no rest, but mostly sore from absence

steadily her sickness pools
reflecting dull empty eyes
empty from drought, a lacking of love, yet overflowing with passionless blood

steadily her vision drains
evaporating old sunken pains
lifting her spirit, her sight surely spies, a hand reaching out to the depleted

steadily her sickness wains
receeding as spent tides
abiding, her hand, hope to this lost man, drowning out soon distant cries

© 2007 Argonaut

i sit in newness December 9, 2007

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i sit in newness,
cluttered with my old,
piles of unwanted,
uncontrollably defined by what i own.
I know this is one of the reasons I love my writing. It can’t be held or sold, or bought, and although it can age, it cannot die.
i sit in newness, piled with possessions,
some soon to be trash, others soon to sit in neater stacks.
I sit in newness, at one with my ideas.
Its stunning how much a bare wall can define you.
How the lack of art or music, or comfortable shoes, can make a healthy, whole person feel incomplete. My religous friends would tell me I need to be at peace with God, then I will feel complete. But I tend to find the same stacks of possessions in their homes too.
Good or bad,
I sit in newness, comfortable with the feeling,
ready to get rid of many old things, knowing that they will soon be replaced with new ones.
I sit in newness, excited to fill the space, surrounded by old things, at peace with what is important. I know what is needed, I know what needs to be new. I sit in newness, because it pushes me and my thoughts to continue.

 

© 2007 Argonaut

Go Home Baby Sister December 8, 2007

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Go home baby sister, this boy will do you harm.
The rough edge of yesterday has yet to keep me warm,
My world, so worn.

I look for love. crave it, as human as I know.
But my path trails surely away from faith,
My world, so torn.

Go home baby sister, and see sadness slow.
Let those rough edges dim softly to a blur,
My world, so warm.

© 2007 Argonaut

Fastfire Fell November 21, 2007

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Strongroots crawl
As strangers to all
Melting into ground so limber

Fastfire fell
From a fracture in hell
Splitting pure oak into timber

Stillponds glowed
As melting moss flowed
Lumber into earth a cinder

 

© 2007 Argonaut

fling November 11, 2007

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once the words are spoken
she sits
soft and lean,
draped like shy molasses
into the crevices of her seat.

once the words are spoken
her eyes
fall hard and neat,
fullhearted in their wanting,
a gaze unwanted and unseen.

© 2007 Argonaut

Hammers Slam Softly November 5, 2007

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Hammers slam softly
On pins placed with care.
Powder pulls combustion
From unsuspecting air.

Casings spin silent
Spiral past peace.
While mouths water willingly,
As fools flock to feast.

Barrels so brazen,
Move mothers to mourn,
Filling briefly with anger,
Releasing short storms.

Death tolls tally flesh,
And ripped open chests,
As hammers slam softly,
Without much regret.

© 2005 Argonaut

Spoiled Words November 3, 2007

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Reach up towards threatening words and close them in your hand. Squeeze them tight, and let no light, reach such poetic sands. Let no grain of prose based pain, drip from grasp to ground. When true joy you find, a lover to bind; echoes of elation will sound.

© 2007 Argonaut

Eager Lips October 21, 2007

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Lusting and binging, are as sure as soft vanity… we bring them to eager lips, for they bring us to sanity, they stop us from drifting into depressing dark places, and they put fleeting smiles on our angelic faces.

© 2007 Argonaut

Fortunate souls are we October 17, 2007

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Thoughts unsaid
Are bleed in red
Fortunate souls are we

We dive into love
As wounded doves
Unafraid of what we see

© 2007 Argonaut

Trumpets call as kingdoms fall October 15, 2007

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The world is falling down
And love has lost his crown.

Kiss his ring,
Hear saints sing,
The world is falling down.

Look to the sky,
Hear crows cry,
For the world is falling down.

Sing sad songs,
Swallow your wrongs,
The crashing of the crown.

Beat the dirt,
Fix to the earth,
Embrace the fertile ground.

As the sky does fall,
No angels call,
And lovers’ won’t be found.

They’ll split in two,
As me and you,
And fade fast without sound.

© 2007 Argonaut

Obsession October 13, 2007

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His last breath was one of passion,
One that warmed his core.
His passion led to easy breath
And to easy breath no more.

© 2007 Argonaut

Unjust October 7, 2007

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They chase a wall full
Of pride and old photos
Promising bull…shit
To slow swimming minnows
Stale is the plate
Of half eaten dinners
That sits home so safe
As soldiers get thinner

© 2007 Argonaut

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