Necessity or added accessory to a blazer or suit jacket?
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Monday, November 15, 2010
Saturday, November 13, 2010
Sunday, October 31, 2010
Monday, October 18, 2010
Dirty mirror conversations.
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Thursday, September 30, 2010
time for action.
i switch watches/which watch is on my wrist/wrist watches are complicated/flick!/this stop is right after the tick!
Thursday, July 29, 2010
Combination w/ coordination.
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Too hot.
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Saturday, July 24, 2010
Shortcomings.
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Monday, July 5, 2010
Thursday, July 1, 2010
Jerry Gant and I.
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Saturday, June 12, 2010
Twins to night and day.
She moves like the brooklyn moon
Dodging universes in the content of her cursive
Persona be gravity, asking me if I'm attracted to her crooked groove
Looking smooth
Glass figurine
Figurative in a language she speaks without words
Keeps a unique beat to a rhythm
Switch 'em
Isn't an -ism of a vision conditioned to show dimension?
Pencil in a schedule that's textual
I feel the time is now
Sensing you are attentive to the direction of my peripherals
Unintentional
Stencils trace the face of curiosity, possibly locked to a silent hello
Cello to an echo in the essence of her mellow
Set low to the earth, she works the axis
As if her backless dress couldn't tell souls of how the lines I find design a myth with which she connects
Switch to a moment that focuses on the mold of an origami's fold that closes, exposing how to open an opportunity
Usually not apparent on this 2 train
Two flames that compare and contrast
Flare and then flash
Fast to dare the wind how to explain how the air isn't
Friction fixed in a nervous distance
Existing in a place we didn't
Dwindling in a twinkling twilight
I write to the abyss of her skin
Light years near a complexion that sets in the same phase of a sun, one mile away from a day I almost missed
Kissed by this instance between being lost and discovery
Hovering in the mix of an equation
Stating the various variables that carry two spirits to intermingle
Lingering in a single star
Starting to spark by the sparkling shard shattered to segue
Back to spines that bent waves
Way before water was thought of
Lost lungs in the compressed quest to question if I could get a breath of what's in my best interest
Impression I'm etching in the both of you
Sketching the effort I left in the scope of duece
Dual
Do--own the responsibility of respecting goddesses that possess the fresh; fertility
Intent on displaying the ability to seed the dream weaved in beings
Spiral in an iris this queen serene, seams to seem she leans in a brighter shine
Shrine might be built for her soft
Quilt to be knit in a curl
Her bones alone can't be bought
Priceless
Switch to a damsel in frames
Frame maintains the magnificence of mountains
Cliffs
Countenance to the abundance budding from her fruitful planes
Shaped like sound
Music to my ears
Surround 'round these parts
Feet arched
Walk reflects a champion stance
Sweet enough to keep the bee's in business
Honey is passion in dark, but her glow is saturated in african art
Crafted to shimmer similar to a rare jewel
Care to share the recipe on where to glare hues, to ensnare the glare you create with a greatness
Waist, hips
Ratio to taste in
Basting the blackberry buried, why they cherish more than the cherry in mind
Where even the weariest eyes are awake to scurry and vye to view the juicy
Lips constructed to hush the most prudent of skies
Switch, why must the two of you be so aesthetically pleasing
Easing the reason for seeing how my script switched to a beacon
Begin
Seeking
Delicious visuals
Perfectly seasoned
Scene end.
Dodging universes in the content of her cursive
Persona be gravity, asking me if I'm attracted to her crooked groove
Looking smooth
Glass figurine
Figurative in a language she speaks without words
Keeps a unique beat to a rhythm
Switch 'em
Isn't an -ism of a vision conditioned to show dimension?
Pencil in a schedule that's textual
I feel the time is now
Sensing you are attentive to the direction of my peripherals
Unintentional
Stencils trace the face of curiosity, possibly locked to a silent hello
Cello to an echo in the essence of her mellow
Set low to the earth, she works the axis
As if her backless dress couldn't tell souls of how the lines I find design a myth with which she connects
Switch to a moment that focuses on the mold of an origami's fold that closes, exposing how to open an opportunity
Usually not apparent on this 2 train
Two flames that compare and contrast
Flare and then flash
Fast to dare the wind how to explain how the air isn't
Friction fixed in a nervous distance
Existing in a place we didn't
Dwindling in a twinkling twilight
I write to the abyss of her skin
Light years near a complexion that sets in the same phase of a sun, one mile away from a day I almost missed
Kissed by this instance between being lost and discovery
Hovering in the mix of an equation
Stating the various variables that carry two spirits to intermingle
Lingering in a single star
Starting to spark by the sparkling shard shattered to segue
Back to spines that bent waves
Way before water was thought of
Lost lungs in the compressed quest to question if I could get a breath of what's in my best interest
Impression I'm etching in the both of you
Sketching the effort I left in the scope of duece
Dual
Do--own the responsibility of respecting goddesses that possess the fresh; fertility
Intent on displaying the ability to seed the dream weaved in beings
Spiral in an iris this queen serene, seams to seem she leans in a brighter shine
Shrine might be built for her soft
Quilt to be knit in a curl
Her bones alone can't be bought
Priceless
Switch to a damsel in frames
Frame maintains the magnificence of mountains
Cliffs
Countenance to the abundance budding from her fruitful planes
Shaped like sound
Music to my ears
Surround 'round these parts
Feet arched
Walk reflects a champion stance
Sweet enough to keep the bee's in business
Honey is passion in dark, but her glow is saturated in african art
Crafted to shimmer similar to a rare jewel
Care to share the recipe on where to glare hues, to ensnare the glare you create with a greatness
Waist, hips
Ratio to taste in
Basting the blackberry buried, why they cherish more than the cherry in mind
Where even the weariest eyes are awake to scurry and vye to view the juicy
Lips constructed to hush the most prudent of skies
Switch, why must the two of you be so aesthetically pleasing
Easing the reason for seeing how my script switched to a beacon
Begin
Seeking
Delicious visuals
Perfectly seasoned
Scene end.
G. Arthur ©2010
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Wednesday, June 9, 2010
Bleek's green plays the blues.
Smile in the eye of the storm
While I perform and form these grand stanzas
Command stars to stand up from a land of words
From earth; exhumed from dunes in tunes, fine-tuned to come first
One burst out the ground to sprout and show how rooted we are
New to these parts
I'm more familiar than you
Extraterrestrial
Real in a quest for truth
I lie awake; rem's relevance
Conscious of what's in development
Testing views
Eyes forsake the unseen
Cyclops, just come clean
Saw that I wrote something
Imagine a third optic watching
Forgotten that pupils can't learn without being taught
Thought patterns unravel faster than cheap fashions
So I sew sentences to messages, forever knit in letters
Print better with meticulously executed uses of mind
Is this the end of it?
G. Arthur ©2010
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Monday, April 5, 2010
Thursday, March 25, 2010
In the mix #1.
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Tuesday, March 23, 2010
Happy birthday.
Elegy in a stellar speech
For comfort
In the 500 days of summer
I never once wondered what autumn would bring
Since winter did sting
and spring is around the corner
We are gathered here today, to honor
Two on the
day they selected
Respected the perspective and dimensions
Sentenced to a pair
A graphic to the where
Wearing smiles that provide light for the park in the dark
Centered in the central area
I hear
it's their heart keeping the rhythm when they dance
Can't... get near what you revere
It is clear
Crystallized the patterns in the sheer
thought
See, I think ahead in the spread
And I caught
A glimpse
of this couple; this duo
In thorough visitation of a fancy
Limitations to a grand scheme
Continue into o
Their circle
Radius, uncommercial
Practiced with no rehearsal
So to this I say, it's natural
Sprouting like wildfire, no average growth
They've passed the souls and had to know the body was just a shell
Two peas in a pod
A tale
Of how love would prevail
Previously a veil covered 10 years; these lovers
Returned to a grail, to where eternal happiness is here
Wrapped in mist, I feel
the rain is just a tear
Broken mirror in how a dream scatters to compare
Reflections that au contraire have no similarities
As the chapters read, this story is never near
The end
Pretend to understand how it began
We ran
to the pages where forever is too short
Short of breath
Immeasurable
And so they leapt
Across a broom
Swept off her feet
This awesome groom is causing blooms to happen
Noon in action
Passion audible
Record a tune
Beautiful and even nautical
Applaud the two, on how they're on the same wave
Saltate to a mainstay
May they
infinitely sway on a great stage
Acting as one
No longer shall I address them as two
Too much involved in math to ask how that would add to some
Sum up all they have
And write for what lays hands into a hold
Gorgeous sands
Beseach the beach to time
Each grain, a frame of mind
Sifting through fingers
Piano player and singer
Victor
Winner
Bring her into your arms
According to palms
I'm reading that in song
You are in perfect harmony
Better yet, a melody
A secret best kept to one,
so don't tell it, please
Now where's the garment
Bring it close
He's needle, string into hole
she's thread
Link until it's closed
Tailored to see if clothes are nonpareil to metaphor
And if you're receptive, you might catch it
The bouquet...
For comfort
In the 500 days of summer
I never once wondered what autumn would bring
Since winter did sting
and spring is around the corner
We are gathered here today, to honor
Two on the
day they selected
Respected the perspective and dimensions
Sentenced to a pair
A graphic to the where
Wearing smiles that provide light for the park in the dark
Centered in the central area
I hear
it's their heart keeping the rhythm when they dance
Can't... get near what you revere
It is clear
Crystallized the patterns in the sheer
thought
See, I think ahead in the spread
And I caught
A glimpse
of this couple; this duo
In thorough visitation of a fancy
Limitations to a grand scheme
Continue into o
Their circle
Radius, uncommercial
Practiced with no rehearsal
So to this I say, it's natural
Sprouting like wildfire, no average growth
They've passed the souls and had to know the body was just a shell
Two peas in a pod
A tale
Of how love would prevail
Previously a veil covered 10 years; these lovers
Returned to a grail, to where eternal happiness is here
Wrapped in mist, I feel
the rain is just a tear
Broken mirror in how a dream scatters to compare
Reflections that au contraire have no similarities
As the chapters read, this story is never near
The end
Pretend to understand how it began
We ran
to the pages where forever is too short
Short of breath
Immeasurable
And so they leapt
Across a broom
Swept off her feet
This awesome groom is causing blooms to happen
Noon in action
Passion audible
Record a tune
Beautiful and even nautical
Applaud the two, on how they're on the same wave
Saltate to a mainstay
May they
infinitely sway on a great stage
Acting as one
No longer shall I address them as two
Too much involved in math to ask how that would add to some
Sum up all they have
And write for what lays hands into a hold
Gorgeous sands
Beseach the beach to time
Each grain, a frame of mind
Sifting through fingers
Piano player and singer
Victor
Winner
Bring her into your arms
According to palms
I'm reading that in song
You are in perfect harmony
Better yet, a melody
A secret best kept to one,
so don't tell it, please
Now where's the garment
Bring it close
He's needle, string into hole
she's thread
Link until it's closed
Tailored to see if clothes are nonpareil to metaphor
And if you're receptive, you might catch it
The bouquet...
G. Arthur ©2010
This was a gift to a dear friend and her husband, with consideration to their upcoming wedding.
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Friday, March 12, 2010
Regality.
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