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	<title>Writing what's right.</title>
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	<description>Words from the mind of Marcus Byron Cheney</description>
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		<title>This site has moved</title>
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		<title>They sing, they all sing.</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 20 Mar 2007 23:52:55 +0000</pubDate>
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The choir sang 
and the angels
made a crowd
to hear mortals
moan
All the sadness
and hope in this room
could sink battleships
you can tell the strong
from the weak
its in there song
and hidden behind the eye&#8217;s
and its hard to see
in the dim light
jazz cafe
My table, where i sat
was united cultures
of friendship
and a trinity
is a tripod
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leg to stand on
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		<title>Disgrace Land</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 15 Mar 2007 01:05:39 +0000</pubDate>
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Today i sat at a bus stop
a brick bench
outside of a saloon
where drunks got to gathering
and doing what they do best
crawling inside bottles
hidden in the dim lit
atmosphere of another
lost generation
with no definition
sitting out in the sun
I wished them well
and wanted for them 
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		<title>Youth in Asia</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 14 Mar 2007 16:21:14 +0000</pubDate>
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The difference is the horror
and the happiness
the tears of a clown
is the only
happy medium
I&#8217;m rare
and full of rage
making another page
in a long line
of failures
the success
has yet to come
and I don&#8217;t plan on it
this is mine
and your just a spy
trying to figure out
my obscurities
in your scrutiny
you find less of your self
I think it&#8217;s sad
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		<title>Chicenitza</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 13 Mar 2007 06:01:23 +0000</pubDate>
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I wanted to make something beautiful
and my mind went blank
and all I had was this
a pocket full of lost hopes
and broken dreams
a stomach full of hunger
and a heart made out of lead
sometimes my mind
thinks I have cancer
I have to cut it out
and can&#8217;t
fearing men in white coats
with rubber gloves
knowing they are
only humane
and if angels
where doctors
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		<title>W.N.D.</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 11 Mar 2007 06:29:54 +0000</pubDate>
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We, the kids of Chaos
who stand distantly divided
and are of the same
shadowy past
over midnights
and trials and tribulations
we emerge
as you imagine
the legions from hell
or fire storms
we burn the wicked
in our wreckage
while leaving shells 
of souls 
this service
is brought to you
by the weeping mothers
who never knew how to love
we sail her tears to new dawns
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		<title>Hoarse Hockey</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 10 Mar 2007 06:20:04 +0000</pubDate>
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&#160;
You want my blood
and I&#8217;m just giving you vinegar
and at each step
 I am more eager
to feed your fever
fill you up enough
to leave you 
hungry
I know change
and depictions
I have seen flowers
as signs of forgiveness
but usually as an admission
of guilt
Your tall stilts don&#8217;t stand
so high
I have always given flowers
for the right reasons
like when things suck
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		<title>My Way</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 07 Mar 2007 08:08:14 +0000</pubDate>
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There are private detectives at work
and I am not one of them
let them unfurl the mysteries of the universe
while I am becoming another one
In a current state of mind
may we be content
and take promise
in tomorrow&#8217;s sunrise
and its sun sets
and let&#8217;s take bets
its going to do the same
tomorrow
Im giving it odds
three two one
in its favor
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		<title>Quite Quite</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 04 Mar 2007 23:58:22 +0000</pubDate>
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This is it
everything all encompassed
shift speeds and the direction
of your locomotion
Lunacy
is never taken for granted
sometime last night
there was an eclipse
of a most beautiful
proportion
it turned dark
and slowly came back to life
in a full moon delight
under it
a million stars shine
in a million galaxies
and it appears to me
that is also infinite
a million times infinity
and we stretch
and contrast
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		<title>Attacked By bed-bugs</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 03 Mar 2007 05:44:00 +0000</pubDate>
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Remembering all the beautiful faces
and how they are only skin deep
as everyone is searching
for an absolute absolution
that brings them peace
or they are making 
horror films
out of the cinema of life
feeling infinitively small
on an expanding planet
where the voices
don&#8217;t carry
in the likeness of perfection
everything becomes muddled
as do all possibilities
of finding truth
or that which you are 
searching 
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		<title>Vacuum Landscape Architect</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 02 Mar 2007 04:28:59 +0000</pubDate>
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The rain falls hard outside my window
and its washing away with it
the last few days of winter
to bring things into a spring fever
lovers will lock hand and hand
strolling idly by bodies of water
as big as the ocean
and as small as a puddle
within them
holds their significance
To whom it may concern
when a lover finds me
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		<title>Demi god and still Human</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 01 Mar 2007 02:17:20 +0000</pubDate>
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I saw the most brilliant glow 
around the moon tonight
it was like a halo
above me head
in a gigantic perfect circle
and all the times 
I have spent looking
at the moon
which has been many
I have never seen
such brilliance
Tonight, I am an angel
or something even better
that a word doesn&#8217;t 
exist to describe
but thats why we have poems
and poets
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		<title>I (destroyed warehouse, memorial plaque).</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 28 Feb 2007 04:58:34 +0000</pubDate>
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There is a break in the silence
but it rushes back as regularly
as the geyser at Yellowstone
lost in Montana
your old faithful
thats not so faithful anymore
but that is the way
things change
what once was to be counted on
is a depleting memory
the people I have met
don&#8217;t stay in touch
twenty four years
of being a loner
and what have I learned
I&#8217;m arrogant
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		<title>Honestly</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 27 Feb 2007 04:09:58 +0000</pubDate>
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I cant do this anymore
I&#8217;m not going to lie to you
it almost hurts to sleep
because in dreams
comes to me these images
of when i was a madman
careless and free
Now, i am still a madman
not much has changed
except for intake
i was a drunk
and drug addicted
I might be again
as only time will tell
love has sent me to hell
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		<title>Are you Lonesome Tonight?</title>
		<link>http://mbcpoetry.wordpress.com/2007/02/26/are-you-lonesome-tonight/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 26 Feb 2007 00:39:38 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Marcus Cheney</dc:creator>
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		<title>Dealing with Guiliver</title>
		<link>http://mbcpoetry.wordpress.com/2007/02/25/dealing-with-guiliver/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 25 Feb 2007 07:13:52 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Marcus Cheney</dc:creator>
		
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He who stands against the crowds and currents
is never truly alone, if he knows himself
truth is told in movement and the soul is fluid
and of fire. Burn brightly kinder for we may not
have much time. Speak in truths and justice,
live like kings in your poverty and forsake
all those that bring you to peril
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		<title>Aftermoon Delight</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 24 Feb 2007 06:24:34 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Marcus Cheney</dc:creator>
		
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Lets have these drunken nights
and dance as fools would have it
gyrating to a Dionysian groove
our  flesh, interpretative beauty 
the soul, weightless
in the ignorance of pursuit
flail your pea cock feathers
in a mating dance
I am not of you
but no less guilty
When does intelligence
entwine with compassionate
good looks
my negative past
does not dictate my future
 as i forever strive
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		<title>Science Fiction Paternal Twins.</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 23 Feb 2007 06:13:34 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Marcus Cheney</dc:creator>
		
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I offer the shirt off my back
but you want the blood from my veins
thirsty vampire
I adorn garlic to protect my iodine
and find scraps of wood
to make crosses to kill you with
You load six silver bullets into a revolver
as I play the part of where wolf
I am a ghost, and you can not find me here
the [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=mbcpoetry.wordpress.com&blog=656959&post=70&subd=mbcpoetry&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Heartbreaker, you sure is smart.</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 22 Feb 2007 00:56:09 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Marcus Cheney</dc:creator>
		
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I have been reading books about suicide
murder and love
For the first time
since i can remember
I have been dreaming when i sleep
it&#8217;s a new sober dawn
and I wait all night 
for that something
burring myself between pages of books
bleeding secrete thoughts
into secrete journals
sometimes it seems it&#8217;s all for the birds
and i should be out living these novels
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		<title>Mourning Glory.</title>
		<link>http://mbcpoetry.wordpress.com/2007/02/20/mourning-glory/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 20 Feb 2007 04:06:43 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Marcus Cheney</dc:creator>
		
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The children have all gone to bed
tired, while the adults mull around 
the last few hours of night to relax
as time is a decaying fracture
when we all need sleep
to survive and repeat the process
day in and day out
it is time
for heads to rest tired
when we wake
First thing, make the coffee
second
supply the stomach with enough energy
to [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=mbcpoetry.wordpress.com&blog=656959&post=68&subd=mbcpoetry&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Clarifying the Haze.</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 18 Feb 2007 06:09:30 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Marcus Cheney</dc:creator>
		
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A gilded smile I cant seem to shake
created out of ornate bronze
and touched by an alchemist
I dream of lamenting
over one piece of long black hair
found days after her departure
an image not soon forgotten
what have i learned today
to long again and again
for what i do not have
and need so desperately
and i think of all the books
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		<title>Stand Tall</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 17 Feb 2007 08:16:40 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Marcus Cheney</dc:creator>
		
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It is a sickness
as i go hungry
wanting more
from what&#8217;s less
and where I am
is at crossroads
the best of believers
create the most doubt
I shout inwardly
inside my own
screams, intensely 
deafening
to define
the reason and 
rhyme
behind
intentions
an ambiguous 
nature
needing nurture
instead of torture
an artist
is a soul
such as that
i give tat
for tit
till it&#8217;s
unconscious
my conscious
knows better
but my desires
do not
I shit
and I&#8217;m off the pot
relived
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		<title>Free Market.</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 16 Feb 2007 03:05:56 +0000</pubDate>
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This strange feeling overcomes me
and its as if something is off kilter
as her hands begin to caress my back
gently at first, and then piercing with fingernails
Light dances and I&#8217;m confused of what to make of it
A telling sign or synapse of unbalanced chemicals
the eerie shiver runs up and down my spine
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		<title>Java Bob.</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 14 Feb 2007 22:06:35 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Marcus Cheney</dc:creator>
		
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Ry and I are a better version
of David and Len
the latter mentioned poets
of no fame or real recognition yet
the biggest difference is age and subject
we still learn, and i pray they still teach
we met them at a coffee shop near
where I was attending school
Ry hunted them out first
as I followed like a giddy school girl
When [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=mbcpoetry.wordpress.com&blog=656959&post=64&subd=mbcpoetry&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Social Life in the Insect World</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 14 Feb 2007 03:44:17 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Marcus Cheney</dc:creator>
		
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The Candle draws the moth
and the moth cant help it
just as the fire
is intentionally lit
it submits
to the end of its wick
at the inevitability of time
the moth has burned it wings
coming to close
and now it can no longer fly
the insect was once a worm
before it new how to learn
to transform
and forget 
into its final formation
its just [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=mbcpoetry.wordpress.com&blog=656959&post=63&subd=mbcpoetry&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Open the door for me Richard, but don&#8217;t close the door on me dick.</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 13 Feb 2007 04:17:09 +0000</pubDate>
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I have become estranged
sitting around for days
hardly speaking to anyone
needing only the quite
with my voice as spring
held down
waiting for the time
to release all it&#8217;s energy
with a ferocious burst
and for what it&#8217;s worth
I miss our conversations
how we had them
all pretenses stipend
to the last precocious moment
we are light foot steps in the hall
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		<title>More hot smog.</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 11 Feb 2007 23:46:39 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Marcus Cheney</dc:creator>
		
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Waiting for euphoria
with his throat still swelled
and his eye&#8217;s crusted with tears
to scared to escape
waiting for the world
to deliver itself 
on the silver plate
only to refuse
and say, “I&#8217;m full”
nothing is free
there is always a bill
or a promise to keep
and he is to weak
he seeps in his seclusion
creating his own world
of paranoid delusion
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		<title>Idle-wild</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 08 Feb 2007 00:11:26 +0000</pubDate>
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I see the sun crest over the horizion
as I happened to be up before it
watching all these people scramble
like lemmings
so much more happens
when you sit still
the smiles and frowns blur
as one incandescent
beam of light
I ponder things all threw the night
having an excess of energy
with good news and bad
rolling right off of me
i know secrets
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		<title>Go figure.</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 06 Feb 2007 04:24:19 +0000</pubDate>
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I ask you to take what you want
thats the kinda market I run
some call it communism
but they don&#8217;t do there share
they leave me bare 
so i have to be be brave
and brazen
I store it in a pocket
filled with false hope
where i sewed in
my suicide note
It reads
“to those who feel sadness
remember the good times”
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		<title>I know i should&#8217;nt.</title>
		<link>http://mbcpoetry.wordpress.com/2007/02/05/i-know-i-shouldnt/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 05 Feb 2007 01:13:28 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Marcus Cheney</dc:creator>
		
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Every time i get stoned, i feel like I”m with Richard
I&#8217;m drinking a Mexican beer with Bukowski while listing to classical
in between chapters of a Hemingway
this is a world only some get
this is a poem that only writers understand
impress me though, keep on reading
What this world needs is an enema 
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		<title>Private: Wouned doller and the smirk.</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 04 Feb 2007 21:05:10 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Marcus Cheney</dc:creator>
		
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Forget the hemline, it was the taste of hemlock on her lips
I avoided all possible failures by hitting the ground running
never stop for anything, nothing is unique as snowflakes
and even they look alike from time to time
My watch stops as I listen for the world to call out, wild
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		<title>Ace whole.</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 02 Feb 2007 21:49:38 +0000</pubDate>
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We don&#8217;t laugh here anymore
the floor boards are dried
in pine and whiskey
of all the days and dances
we had on them
I need a private eye
to find the inner mechanics
of an old friend
in a paradox
because the one he searches for
is behind his own glasses
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and mean it more
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		<title>Wild Weather Week</title>
		<link>http://mbcpoetry.wordpress.com/2007/01/30/wild-weather-week/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 30 Jan 2007 08:05:30 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Marcus Cheney</dc:creator>
		
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This is an ode to the sub conciseness poem
the one that exist only for moments
to be exasperated
in love with the world and our entangle nature
an ever present change and stature
if your going to swing
swing hard
sweet chariot
I&#8217;m awake as doormats
welcome to the circus
if you want to see bedrock
you better be an astronaut
or as important
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		<title>Peace Out Warren</title>
		<link>http://mbcpoetry.wordpress.com/2007/01/29/peace-out-warren/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 29 Jan 2007 03:36:26 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Marcus Cheney</dc:creator>
		
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Everyone called him boring Warren, the dullest adolescent to grace god&#8217;s green earth. He was 17 and home schooled, he played with his belly button lint and collected it. The term navel gazer was inducted on Warren&#8217;s behalf, having entered the guineas book of world records having gone 38 hours straight of “naval gazing”. His [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=mbcpoetry.wordpress.com&blog=656959&post=53&subd=mbcpoetry&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>The meaning of death.</title>
		<link>http://mbcpoetry.wordpress.com/2007/01/27/the-meaning-of-death/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 27 Jan 2007 05:03:45 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Marcus Cheney</dc:creator>
		
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    He knocks on the hollow floor three times, without a reply, thinking, if this is the way it is, i would just assume to die. To be ignored disturbs more than mockery, at least then someone is listing. The aggression becomes to much to control till it boils over and burns [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=mbcpoetry.wordpress.com&blog=656959&post=52&subd=mbcpoetry&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>The meaning of life.</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 26 Jan 2007 06:27:12 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Marcus Cheney</dc:creator>
		
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A sunrise or sun set can be your best bet
if the moment and mood is correct
by the motions of the oceans
we say and try to perceive
all living matter into our perfect dream
expedite ecstasy to your fancy
the fury of futility
will dissipate the diagnostic duality
of good and evil
till only one truth remains
 shapeless clouds surround
significant searching merchants
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		<title>+/-</title>
		<link>http://mbcpoetry.wordpress.com/2007/01/25/50/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 24 Jan 2007 23:23:24 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Marcus Cheney</dc:creator>
		
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When it seems like dreams may never become a reality
i wish for something of substance or even  sustenance
to get me threw the doldrums
So much for sin, it saves no man and only destroys
Boys who were once men
If i have seen it once, i have seen it a thousand times again
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		<title>Last night.</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 24 Jan 2007 02:48:18 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Marcus Cheney</dc:creator>
		
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Backstage and its as if I&#8217;m sixteen
living my own dream
still as awkward and out of place
i chase the smoke with a beer after taste
shaved heads of all the same race
and they swear there is not a Nazi in this place
seeing the way they look at a good friend
who now  has a beard and a burka
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		<title>Peace out, war in.</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 22 Jan 2007 06:20:22 +0000</pubDate>
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No more a man of god, than a man of war
still, i don&#8217;t know what to make of it
my own surroundings, i feel
is a suffocating fish tank
made of steel
filled with corrosive chemicals
spilled without thought
or concern
i burn roads
left with no bridges
I&#8217;m ambient
on the outside
of your underground
metaphysics
was my prison
made for one
inside my iron age
of rage
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		<title>Trinity</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 21 Jan 2007 06:45:56 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Marcus Cheney</dc:creator>
		
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I drink with Ernest Hemingway
and Charles Bukowski
we get bored
and prank call
Richard Brautigan
he gets really excited
and plays along
for as long as we want
we all should be writing
but its get busy living
or get busy dying
i dig nothing these days
but graves
of my old friends
who are all dead now
and have been for sometime
i wonder if they are alive
and its [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=mbcpoetry.wordpress.com&blog=656959&post=47&subd=mbcpoetry&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Found hell.</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 20 Jan 2007 06:07:33 +0000</pubDate>
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The sun doesn&#8217;t always shine
sometimes dreams
turn to nightmares
love can turn to murder
in empty longing
tears turn to smiles
as drinks
 into drugs
sober silhouettes
fade to night
in the darkness
the rich turn poor
as poverty
pays for there mistakes
time turns to fragments
and then forgotten
when our fate
is fiction
our destiny is
only distractions
left with monoliths
as monuments
cerebral stones
made from
imagination
inpatients
becomes disdain
for the mundane
or ordinary
become everything
till its blinding
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		<title>Paradise Lost</title>
		<link>http://mbcpoetry.wordpress.com/2007/01/19/paradise-lost/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 19 Jan 2007 04:13:57 +0000</pubDate>
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Awake, as the boatman
on the river Styx
i transfix
with words as my weapons
bringing stagnant
sailors sharing
the dark side of soul
illuminating
the whole picture
to understand life
you have to know death
and accept
its inevitability
lets continue
down this river
to the underworld
where the darkness
voids your vision
and you left with your thoughts
sounds and smells
your interpretation
is all you need
to proceed
I&#8217;ll take your tickets
please
you have chosen
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		<title>Scratch and sniff.</title>
		<link>http://mbcpoetry.wordpress.com/2007/01/18/scratch-and-sniff/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 18 Jan 2007 06:10:31 +0000</pubDate>
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An onion, I am
with many layers
break me up or cut me
and I will make you cry
The first layer
is a small frail bulb
scared and sacred
at the core
to many tears to tare
away to the soft beginning
The second layer
a circumference
of significance
surrounding in safety
protecting the weakness
within
were i learned to hide
with more shells
The Third Layer
is where i laced my head
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		<title>An abandoned american.</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 16 Jan 2007 18:28:30 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Marcus Cheney</dc:creator>
		
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The tragedy with beauty
is the juxtaposition
another bohemian beatnik bemused
who needs a muse
to report the news
and predict the future
while amusing our senses
satisfying our primal urge
purging our liquids
acids and gases
fornicating in forgery
committing grand larceny
from the figment of flesh
you deem pretty
the poorest man
in an affluent city
a dog looks for a kitty
to conjoin
his loins
laborious vanguard
with the raw spoils
of war
edify
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		<title>Untitled</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 16 Jan 2007 04:14:50 +0000</pubDate>
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The value of the vortex
can not be speculated
mathematicians maroon
islands of fools
artist feed
off interpretation
 vanquish vernacular
while dissolving diction
realize, resist and revolt
life is not a circle
or a time line
its all about
and we have wasted
more minutes
of our waking life
lacking
inspiration
devils wait in heaven
to disguise
the sound of
 church bell&#8217;s
 an angle
 who lost it&#8217;s wings
is sent to hell
while the smell [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=mbcpoetry.wordpress.com&blog=656959&post=42&subd=mbcpoetry&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Undisputed Truth. (conclusion)</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 15 Jan 2007 07:06:19 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Marcus Cheney</dc:creator>
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Phase 2 – A languid love story.

	He put the keys in the ignition and was ready to drive his finance back to Detroit to tell both their family&#8217;s the good news.	 This young couple was in love with all that right elements it was as close to perfect as water or the hydrogen bomb. Stevie [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=mbcpoetry.wordpress.com&blog=656959&post=41&subd=mbcpoetry&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Undisputed Truth. (continued)</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 15 Jan 2007 01:11:31 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Marcus Cheney</dc:creator>
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    What becomes of the broken hearted who once had dreams they thought were dead? Barry went back up to finish dinner with his family. The sun hid itself behind the buildings and was gone for the night. Joe began to walk away from Hitsville as he took two steps off the [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=mbcpoetry.wordpress.com&blog=656959&post=40&subd=mbcpoetry&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Undisputed Truth.</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 14 Jan 2007 00:22:35 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Marcus Cheney</dc:creator>
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	“Hey man”  he said in a voice that sounded like he hadn&#8217;t slept in nights “you got the scratch you owe me Knockemout”. Knockemout didn&#8217;t bother to give a reply. You&#8217;re thinking, what kind of person has  a peculiar name such as Knockemout? He earned the name hustling the streets of Cass Corridor [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=mbcpoetry.wordpress.com&blog=656959&post=39&subd=mbcpoetry&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Silhouettes and Mexican cigarettes</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 12 Jan 2007 23:51:05 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Marcus Cheney</dc:creator>
		
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I wait at train stations
to get back to my world
the one i was destine for
there is no train coming
no conductor to yell
all-a- board
there are no tracks
I have a one way ticket
and I don&#8217;t plan on coming back
these are dreams
we have when we sleep
and don&#8217;t disturb me
i wish to wake
at my destination
in a time
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		<title>Microwave TV</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 11 Jan 2007 19:45:30 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Marcus Cheney</dc:creator>
		
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I started to watch television again
after years of abstinence
the box feeds terror
and i fear the world is ending
thats what I&#8217;m supposed to feel
after all i am an American
Its a nuclear explosion
or a natural disaster
death from above
and bellow
as the earth spins slow
we lose our magnetic field
as gamma rays steal our
summer days
It&#8217;s bird flu and cancer
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		<title>Dirt naps.</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 11 Jan 2007 03:37:20 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Marcus Cheney</dc:creator>
		
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I gave up on what i loved
for selfish reasons
I&#8217;m not asking to be forgiven
that is no way to solve sin
to begin again
searching for peace in the valley
i feel the crush
of gravity
gripping my soul
 to swallow me whole
know that there is love
as it once was
i cant figure out where it goes
or what store sells it
and what [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=mbcpoetry.wordpress.com&blog=656959&post=35&subd=mbcpoetry&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>The last time I commited suicide.</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 11 Jan 2007 00:41:02 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Marcus Cheney</dc:creator>
		
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How many unknown , unsung heroes
does it take to make a mountain
we fight against time
and lose more often than not
the soul suffers silently
and the heart expands at fixed rates
when in love
it palpitates
when its broken
it&#8217;s slow going
we soak it in the sludge
of coffee
constraints
and cigarettes
when its late at night
and no one is watching
i smile deeply at the [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=mbcpoetry.wordpress.com&blog=656959&post=34&subd=mbcpoetry&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>The air or. . .</title>
		<link>http://mbcpoetry.wordpress.com/2007/01/10/the-air-or/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 09 Jan 2007 17:25:10 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Marcus Cheney</dc:creator>
		
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Trading in the smoke for mirrors
i see reflections
but still its much clearer
than the haze of lazy days
I&#8217;m here to create
separating my earthly body
from angels
they can have there heaven
and there love
I&#8217;ll take creations
where I make my own
out of sand and stone
with a pen
and honey
I&#8217;ll grow plants out of soil
or crumple them up
as rough drafts destine
for the [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=mbcpoetry.wordpress.com&blog=656959&post=33&subd=mbcpoetry&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Wind.</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 09 Jan 2007 04:32:23 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Marcus Cheney</dc:creator>
		
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Turbulence and tidal waves bend
over heart broken hurricane&#8217;s
Submerged in the murky depth
i beg for sunlight
or a lift
granted the gift to gab
i have had chances
but a stubborn hopeless romantic
only makes static
so I&#8217;m left stranded
on an island
somewhere out there
the ship has left me
and taken her
i hope she burns
bubbling black tar
 a tiny syringe as an oil tanker
When [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=mbcpoetry.wordpress.com&blog=656959&post=31&subd=mbcpoetry&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Throwing out rotten egg&#8217;s.</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 09 Jan 2007 02:22:44 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Marcus Cheney</dc:creator>
		
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Ugly beauty
representing NYC
give it up for Taylor Mali
 deaf poetry&#8217;s white hot son
What do you make?
Profits off poets
selling the soul
out of something
i find sacred
listen asshole
we are going to step out of school
because i plan on being a teacher too
and we aren&#8217;t good roll models for children
this is how i stick my foot in your mouth
isn&#8217;t [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=mbcpoetry.wordpress.com&blog=656959&post=30&subd=mbcpoetry&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Whorehouse</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 08 Jan 2007 22:19:39 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Marcus Cheney</dc:creator>
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I got a phone call today
it was from the mannequin warehouse
they wanted me to come into work
i had already put in my hours
and my second job just went to  full time
I call in sick
but i am my own boss
so no one really listens
i need motivation
with a chaser of imagination
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		<title>Kittens.</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 08 Jan 2007 00:33:15 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Marcus Cheney</dc:creator>
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&#160;

&#160;
&#160;
Part One: Old Apartment.
&#160;
 I left a plant growing at my old apartment; I bet its dead now. When you leave life to the wolves they always win, mongrel dogs. Where I was laying my head down at night was a showing room in a funeral parlor in a time long since silenced; that’s what [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=mbcpoetry.wordpress.com&blog=656959&post=26&subd=mbcpoetry&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>A tale: Torn between two blonds.</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 07 Jan 2007 03:06:27 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Marcus Cheney</dc:creator>
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    Nothing is going to happen, let me start out by saying that. I walked out of my apartment thinking the headlights where on in my car. They weren’t, it was a trick played by the sun setting, I looked into my headlights like a deer roused, I turned [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=mbcpoetry.wordpress.com&blog=656959&post=25&subd=mbcpoetry&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>The way things were.</title>
		<link>http://mbcpoetry.wordpress.com/2007/01/06/the-way-things-where/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 06 Jan 2007 04:24:22 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Marcus Cheney</dc:creator>
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“Hey kid, you think this is adventure” said the drifter from the distant shadows of the box car. “Excuse me” muttered the kid from the opening of the box car rolling steady as a Johnny Cash tune.  “I said, do you think this is adventure”  the drifter repeated himself sounding [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=mbcpoetry.wordpress.com&blog=656959&post=23&subd=mbcpoetry&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>conversation?</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 05 Jan 2007 23:58:47 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Marcus Cheney</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[[18:54] crap: theres a show at the milestone tonight
[18:54] SamDonalson: there is a show in my room
[18:54] SamDonalson: its called the weird poet  on acid
[18:54] SamDonalson: its a musical
[18:54] SamDonalson: staring me
[18:54] SamDonalson: the audience is the fiber in my rug
[18:54] SamDonalson: and i stomp on it
[18:55] SamDonalson: and its really exciting
[18:55] SamDonalson: the [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=mbcpoetry.wordpress.com&blog=656959&post=22&subd=mbcpoetry&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Thats why I&#8217;m easy, easy like a Friday evening.</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 05 Jan 2007 23:44:46 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Marcus Cheney</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[I&#8217;m a ghost in the shadow never mind the machine
do you ever have that feeling where you have to pee
so bad you can taste it
thats what first words had me feeling
when things became reveling
we have all been there
in our our infinite struggle
against time
unwind the mona lisa smile
all you lovely works of art
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		<title>The blue caller holla&#8217;s at halo&#8217;s</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 05 Jan 2007 16:03:57 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Marcus Cheney</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[These fingers get bound but not broken
creation was our divine distinction
between man and angel
defining hero&#8217;s and zero&#8217;s
wake from your daily trance
to find familiarity
in our human race
as we are all alone
promised a finish line
be a spectator
or spectacular
its all transparent
and apparent
to proceed
and participate
if you were to wait for fate
imagine getting stood up on a date
for your eternity
in [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=mbcpoetry.wordpress.com&blog=656959&post=20&subd=mbcpoetry&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Torrid Tittles and terible love (done on the remington)</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 04 Jan 2007 23:49:22 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Marcus Cheney</dc:creator>
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Travel many miles, to this moment
swallow it whole , this pride
we keep alive by the image of what we call love
who was it that lied? dream darling, then night has come
the cold shivers to my bones and i have no place to call home
imagine if we can for a moment, harmony
soul money soaking bloody hands
The [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=mbcpoetry.wordpress.com&blog=656959&post=19&subd=mbcpoetry&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Light it up, blow it out.</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 04 Jan 2007 23:37:34 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Marcus Cheney</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[First things first, become everything you hate
its the only way to understand what you discriminate
Thats how you learn before you burn all your bridges
i have vigils for everything  left behind
in the form of cigarettes
i breath the poison in slow to make time grow
the cancer  creates it self
in the form of negative thoughts
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		<title>Batman and Catwoman</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 04 Jan 2007 23:36:03 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Marcus Cheney</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Meanwhile on the Bohemian side of town
Underneath the veil of
the nondescript banking aura
a city laid sleeping
waiting to be awaken
centuries dead
souls needing
space to fill
signs pointing in every direction
taking only off ramps
to new destinations
uncharted land
with visions
i hold you with my hand
things are sweet smelling
the time is moving slow
and colors sweep across
and in , out and between us
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		<title>When we become light.</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 04 Jan 2007 21:21:58 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Marcus Cheney</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Listen to this dear, before i leave your world forever
i want you to understand some things
That i am only mortal
as you are
we are both destine for death
in our disintegrating flesh suites
Lets listen, so we may be forgiven
from our insults of out-speaking
Project the image of divine white light
from a fine point perspective
i want your full attention
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		<title>Drowning in simple screams.</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 04 Jan 2007 18:25:30 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Marcus Cheney</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[This is what happens with a heart built to break
every chance you take
you end up with shards of glass
till its hard to pass
a single breath from lungs to mouth
i ventured down south
for some salvation
found myself drunk and a mental patient
impatient i left when i felt adjacent
to all congruences
into the ideals of improvements
improvisational midnight movements
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		<title>Untied shoes</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 04 Jan 2007 18:22:49 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Marcus Cheney</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Save yourself instead
i am awoken from bed
3 am. From cities i try and sleep off
exactly a year ago
(what a mess)
i almost called you my wife
but a year in strife
and silence
could never escape the sex
in our violence
what to do now?
Smoke another cigarette
one for every regret
ill have cancer by the morning
stepping outside
i will look up
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		<title>A full moon, a bright morning.</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 04 Jan 2007 17:45:48 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Marcus Cheney</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[This time i don&#8217;t take a drink for new beginnings i let it roll over me like waves.
I catch the ocean by the tail and tell it to utter not a lie.
You sleep days and wake at night like vampires.
I wear garlic to sleep.
Then everything is shaken
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