

Silly Backwards MovementHe was a sort of silly boy Always driving backwardsSilly Backwards Movement
Looking through the rear view mirror Seeing the things he barely missed With his 2 ton imagination
Sometimes he even walked backwards The half-tripping stumble of reverse movement Toes never touching the ground Not to miss anything after it was already gone
Then, some years later, came the bump in the right direction He backed into reality Abnormal forward movement after abrupt stop But how would his insurance cover the damage already done
Reality forgives and dents go away But the sting


Jazz On The StepsJazz sits on the steps Hat open for donation The claps come from the mental image: Full house at CarnegieJazz On The Steps
His weary fingers play the tune On his saxophone of optimism But the monotonous macabre thoughts of the street Sink into these exhausted shades of blue
How lovely it is to smell the hotdogs Walk the streets of this town called New York We'll scale the tall buildings
But be no closer to success than our weary friend, Jazz
We wear a tie not unlike the saxophone
We feel it attached with accomplishment But look at his hat fatigued and fu
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"My camera doesn't know how to lie. It only shows you what's put right in front of it." - Saw
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The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt.
-sylvia plath-
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Abraham (*sydneyq)
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'In order for me to exist I must believe that two contradictory things can exist in the same space.'
sachbrush
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i'm not the best, but i'll start making you believe the rest suck!
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I like weird. I like weird a lot.
~Eric
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"An eye for an eye only ends up making the whole world blind."
~Mahatma Gandhi
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