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Winds at the Bay Shore “POEM

The Winds at the bay shore holds secrets Like the pearl hiding in the shell Like the clothing of a women hiding the unseen As a house without residents and deserts without heat The road gives you good and bad trips From lower hood life to upper elite bourgeoise life From Nebraska to bayshore boulevard […]

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Latinos “Poem”

One must speak Spanish in Tampa Florida One must imitate the way Latinos behave So artistic and so free are Latinos Corona and Modelo they only drink Latino women are real women Have you ever seen a Latin girl walking? Every guitarist follow their rhythm Cuande? She asked when? I say right now She smiled […]

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Adalee Street “Poem”

My memories walks on the Adelee Streets There is a house on Adalee Street There is Nostalgia on Adalee Streets There is nothing forbidden on Adalee streets Every laborer used to come home with fatigue on Adalee street I miss my friends at Adalee street Where are they? Where are my lost treasures Steve the […]

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Forsaken “Poem”

Have you ever seen some one Forsaken? Have you ever lived the street life? Have you ever seen a homeless die of hunger? Have you ever seen food thrown into trash inside the big fancy restaurants Have you ever wondered why a homeless man drinks so much? It is cheaper to drink then to feed […]

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Nebraska Streets “Poem”

Nebraska streets are like my sorrows The streets in Nebraska ruled by emptiness, drunkness, nostalgia and homelessness Memories so much on every street corner Where are my friends? Who used to walk with me on Nebraska streets Jay Jay is gone so is Sunny My happiness gone? Why I walk alone tonight on these streets […]

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Scientology in YBor city? “Poem”

I have a missionary friend from the Baptist’s church We both love Jesus and do bible studies He showed me the Scientologist building in YBor We walked where the streets were darker and misty Terrified with stories of Scientologist being an occult I receive warnings not go there as people disappear once enter their building […]

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Bed on street “Poem”

A crippling homeless makes his bed on Nebraska streets in Tampa I was looking at him form a distance My friend was talking I was not listening The homeless spread the sheets at an abandoned home Under a shelter and on the pavement he make his bed on street Carefully he moves his wheel chair […]

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Jay Jays back

Jay jays back again in Florida Tonight belongs to jay jays return He been to Atlanta and saint Pete Taking care of his shit and what not It’s good see my friend again We are sitting and listening to music Talking shit and promoting art at its best Living like hipsters and Gypsies Steve pass-by […]

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Fireworks “Poem”

On streets and in yards and in front of houses Little kids and their care takers Motorcyclists and young and old cheerful Celebrating independence from colonists Oh America what freedom in air I breath Fireworks here there fill the sky like stars Sounds and bombardments are echoes of freedom I sit by my house with […]

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Running “Poem”

Run like the world is ending Run until your out of breath Run as a dog runs into your lap Kiss the air and drink the sweat Run until the soul cries Run until your lungs came out of the chest Run like your heart beats like never before Run close to the danger Run […]

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Digitaltools4you

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sūdrakarma

Just a personal blog. I'm not trying to sell you anything.

Verona

- Renee verona -

Paper Life Painting

Visual works of Wayne Wolfson

The Fair Left

Politics of Writing

A Prolific Potpourri...

The Artistic Endeavors & General Musings of Matt Snyder