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[ Mind Warp - Volume #1, Issue #4, File #015 ]
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[ "Miscellaneous Poetry" by Dark Horse ]
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Miscellaneous Poetry
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[Dark Horse]
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*Dark Horse - "hmm:"
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*Date: Wednesday June 15 2:59am 1994
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Midnight blues:
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2nd chorus
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a knick,
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a scratch
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in an old wooden speaker
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has more to say than the evening news.
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A person, place, thing, or idea
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stamped there for eternity, posterity.
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A movie in solid state.
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15 min of forever:
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cut out of time and
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squeezed into wood.
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Just something in my notebook. The whole midnight blues(2nd Chorus) has to do
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with being in the middle of Jack Kerouac's Mexico City Blues ~242 Choruses~
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and liking it alot, mimicking a bit of the style. Anyway this was written
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after a page-long incoherent essay about potential and kinetic ideas.
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it's 2:54 am, i have to get up at 10 or earlier to take a practice psat; in
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other words I'll fail it, but that's ok. ain't no thang...
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-dark.horse
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*Dark Horse #48 - "2 Poems from a thunderstorm"
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*Date: Thursday June 16 2:38am 1994
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Midnight Blues
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3rd Chorus
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on the rooftop,
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Arms autstreached
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Back arched to catch the
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falling rain
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face to the sky
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waiting for
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the lightning
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to take me
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India
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India the cover exclaims
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the country? probably
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but maybe, just maybe
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the girl
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a chapter for her hair, sparkling dirty blonde
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30 pages for her smile
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20 for her eyes(bright blue)
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40 for her thoughts
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someday her for me
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India: not quite a love poem,
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but more than a rememberance
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Wrote both of those during the storms today, I feel like i should expand on
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them at some point. Tell me what you think.
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-dark.horse
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*Alexa - "poem"
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*Date: Sunday June 12 8:58pm 1994
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for all intents and purposes this is a poem
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this
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is a poem. whatever that means. am i supposed
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to spit out meaning and put life
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into a free verse box and envelop it with the
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glistening metallic wrapping paper of a silver tongue?
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i don't know. what's a poem?
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is this
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a photograph in words? and of what? of a feeling? of
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truth? of hope? of despair? happiness?
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or of everything?
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i don't know. what's a poem? is this really a poem?
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this
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is just me. thinking, feeling, hoping, writing.
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that might be a poem. i'm not sure. i always thought
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poems were more than that. in what way?
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i don't know.
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what's a poem?
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is this
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really enough? is this me, on this page? i mean the poem me
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the whichever me is the me that means poetry, whatever
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that might be, and if there really is a poem in me. is there?
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i don't know.
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-- but i do know that long after this page has been shoved away
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into some drawer or thrown, by an absentminded or overcritical me
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into the shiny black maw of the wastepaper basket,
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i find myself remembering every single line
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<20> a <20> l <20> e <20> x <20> a <20>
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*Dark Horse - "..."
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*Date: Monday June 13 1:10am 1994
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What is a poem?
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(A response in free verse)
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a poem
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is just thoughts
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a picture of thoughts :
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a picture of your mind
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This? this is not a poem
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it is a spark that flows from my brain
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to the screen.
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The picture will fade before it can develop
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a reverse-Polaroid,
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the image makes way for new sparks
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new brains
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new ideas
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This is a fluid thought in a static world
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unreachable but for a screen
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and nothing without it...
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-dark.horse
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Call Arsonist's Arsenal BBS the Mind Warp WHQ - (301) 208-0847
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