~totouch-theearth
Kim Aikens
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In the EarthThere's a hole where I can be forgotten, Find the holes in laws, politics, and humankind. I don't want to be known, I don't want to be prone To absorbtion. A fugitive from convention.In the Earth
Still I squirm, through holes in the earth, I'll find the spaces in the world, If I gotta eat dirt.
Yeah, eat dirt. Drink water out of the taps - I am drinking,
Artificial flavour right now, Simulated variety of lemons and limes. Next it's sheep, Next androids, Then sleep.
And still I squirm, like worms in the earth, Still I eat dirt,
by ~totouch-theearth
Stoned, Eating a MangoI'm stoned, eating a mango. The fibrous material in the flesh Squirms between my teeth like worms in the earth.Stoned, Eating a Mango
I could've written a charming 'piece' Involving these words, Along with nostalgic descriptions of a youth gone by... "Warm summer, fireflies at night, Bright blue- and white- Marbled skies And grass so thick and fragrant." To touch the heart.
But no! I'll state explicitly that these words came to me because I was stoned eating that mango. I'm stoned eating a mango!
Yeah, stoned. That's how I wrote the poem. &nbs
by ~totouch-theearth
A Written InvitationTwo words A line full of implications, I got the blues.A Written Invitation
(It's emptiness, there for the taking Emptiness for creating, creating)
I don't read faces, I don't read pictures, People, spaces, Love, Anything. I can't read anything, except for words.
I can't see, and not say: "I see"
When it's all quiet, I'm breathtakingly
Unoccupied, with it all -
I'm a poet but I just can't read.
But I see black and white in a million colours. And I know, Oh no, I'm glad.
The blues still have some beautiful h
by ~totouch-theearth
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My ShitA stroke across the stride My pick in my hand Resistance doesnt stop me,My Shit
from playing in my band.
Rapid movement and sliding it's oh so fun at that Samuel L. Jackson, my motherfuckin strat.
Fifty strong, not alone causes my muscles to cramp up to 10, ears ring again my fuckin marshall amp.
I stomp my foot down
triggers the sound of awe push the pedal back and forth my motherfuckin wah.
A stroke across the stride My pick in my hand Resistance doesnt stop me, from playing in my band.
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- Current Residence: Dartmouth, Nova Scotia
- Interests: Reading & writing, painting, acting, music, philosophy, science.
- Favourite movie: Reservoir Dogs, etc.
- Favourite band or musician: Dizzy Gillespie, Morphine, Coltrane, Hancock, Zeppelin, Phish, Bob Dylan, Primus.
- Favourite artist: Kaitlin A.
- MP3 player of choice: Haha.. a CD player.
- Favourite game: Super Mario RPG
- Favourite gaming platform: Super Nintendo.
- Tools of the Trade: Notebook, pen.
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NOIE!
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Why don't you join the poetry contest from [link] ?
It's free and every nitwit such as myself who enters gets a small gift
but someone like you might win one of their $10 000 or $100 000 prizes.
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I'm your favorite artist.
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