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Fundamental KundaliniLotus, focused on duality, stem-straightens spine,  
parallels chin, points breastbone, lets neck climb,  closes night-petal eyes, hands resting, elbows aligned.  Sa Ta Na Ma, Sa Ta Na Ma, Sa Ta Na Ma.   
Sounds loop, enter crown, exit the third eye, follow  
Golden Cords to pathways where old thoughts and feelings die  tongue tip to upper palate nadis whisper-sigh.  sa ta na ma, sa ta na ma, sa ta na ma.   
Vibrations heighten function of subconscious mind  reality, inner and outer, newly aligned, as fingers press  the universe, life, death, rebirth, connected, redefined.  sa t Fundamental Kundalini
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DisarmedWere they but harsh words, thrown in anger, cruel  insults, or the physical battering of fists,   
switch-sticks, steel-toed kicks to cornered ribcage,  the branding bite of leather belt to naked skin   
they'd not sink in; no single tear would  
slip beyond spillway gates to justify   
such rage; ears slam shut, impenetrable,  
dull thuds of punches, high whining swings   
just toughen  hide, the hitch of broken ribs  remind with every breath and strengthen   
against such vulnerabilities. His words  
however, caught me unawares, the clout   
 Disarmed
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Heat RaysIt started as a joke, after the season of onions  and pie. Monaste and I, wearing winter élan  coveralls and fur-lined Sorrels, wired bits   
of boughs to rings, the men from Kingston  twisting garlands, hands hashished with balsam sap,  wore ragged snow pants, hats of ice, shared gloves,   
smiley-talk snips, musical as Christmas,  cheerful conversations to spite the wind,  
which, although late, still seemed an unexpected guest   
catching me naked in the tub, sent me  scrabbling at dawn to find long underwear,  tug sweaters over sweater-vest. I mourned  
  Heat Rays
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Fight or FlightYves, are you asleep? because I keep this silly looking  for you, peeking into windows half a hemisphere away.   
I want to play again, now that we’re friends; today  we’ll swing out over Prufrocks. You push me, then I   
might push you back, but if you push too hard, too high,  too fast, I’ll drag my feet across the grass, get off. I’ll go  
 
play by myself. We don’t play chess to cheat, do we?  Let's not make chains that break then, between you and me. Fight or Flight
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Force FieldThe first compelling skill you'll need to learn:  to pay attention. Look around, but don’t  attract interest; don’t dart your eyes, or look  
scared. Fear is magnetic, an invitation   
they’ll still approach, so if they do, rule two:  no niceties, stand stiff. Eyes are doors, lock  yours onto some nothingness in space. Force  focus, the conduct repels them away. Force Field
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Stones Going NowhereAnother crushed marriage lies in ruins  in a cemetery for dead weddings.  
Crude epitaphs and criticisms cling  to opposite sides of a single stone   
crumbling among others in greening rows  like defeated monarchs, overthrown,  down-trodden by legions of bleeding hearts,  
by creeping thyme’s sly, undermining roots.   
Beneath growth rest the remains of promise,  but often we forget about those bones. Stones Going Nowhere
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Intrinsic SelectricityBetween us there are connections,  formatted stimulation, energizing  static-free tension, slack charge. Both.  
 
No, no one comes; chemistry’s created  shrieks of volatility so inaudibly pitched  the dogs wince, skins prickle, chilled. So.   
Watt-hours, who cares; there are no lines  we can cross, there is no charge- what risk? Me-  a memory glitch. You, an open window. Bolt. Intrinsic Selectricity
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Christmas PresentNormally decked long before December’s dawn  our balsam’s roots still feed its sweeping boughs,  hacksaw, lacking appetite for sinking dull teeth  
 
deep into gummy stumps, rests bow-backed  
in a corner since the April morning I awoke  
to find  pick-up-sticks hanging  on the  storm.   
Cardboard cartons lean like Lego towers towards doors,  still storing precious memory-laden cargo, carefully  wrapped in scraps of last year’s trappings; blown   
glass balls, macaroni necklaces, yellow paper snowflakes-  crushed but not ruined, thin Christmas Present
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Why WeightI can take it, take more,  take back, too, can’t I?   
why, then, can’t I make  my me my my? why not  
 
take the I from we, give  you the you, leave me the me   
each leave each to be not they  and them, but only he and she   
let Us go out back doors  before they rust shut, before   
another hook's set in the eye  of thrift, another window lifted  
 
just high enough to crush  each other’s itching fingers? Why Weight
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4 Drunk Junkies and An Old DogVery drunk junkies and an old dog in a VW bug  enter kitty-corner within proximity to gas pumps  rivaling monoliths: ski-topped, sun-glassed SUV  yachts with flashy, matching custom chrome owners.   
Grime-glazed windows crack, roll back up, as stoned  oafs fumble with handles. Doors pop like biscuit cans,  opal faces exterminate the bug, shrug the scaffold dog,  divide: two buy fifths (broke, one will half-to-half sum).  
 
Fourth hunts for quarters under car seats, finds  -nothing…dead fries, Coors cans, butts, in-case gun…   
Travel along the green mountain intersta 4 Drunk Junkies and An Old Dog
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Foxhole LogicYou’d think you’d know someone  after spending half a lifetime  by their side   
then something happens  that makes you ask if this in fact  is truth or delusion.   
It’s easy to lose your way  crouching house-coated beneath the word  Wife.   
No one said intelligence was easy.  Buck up. Hide  the fucking guns. Foxhole Logic
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PrioritiesI don't think I will ever understand  why teacher's aids are paid ten bucks an hour  in towns where barely literate idiots  
with resumes containing one word: Penis  make thirty mowing lawns and watering flowers. Priorities
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Romance FantasyI think I think I think too much  in fantasy and dreams and such-   
I think about what we could do  
if we had time, just me and you;  swim naked, stroll along the stream,  roll under golden sunset beams  startling partridges to wing.   
You could read sonnets or sing  love songs, and play your violin  to try to make me cry again  with notes so glorious and pure  they'd play forever in my ear.   
I think I think I think too much  of fantasies and dreams and such. Romance Fantasy
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Cat MathGeometric impossibility:  
Twenty- two pounds of calico  
cannot fit within the confines of  an equilateral triangle of sunlight  twelve inches on each side. Cat Math
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ExpellerationThe less he says the more I see  
frustration and futility  in thinking things will change for me  by looking to simplicity,  assuming nothing, pouring tea  down drains. My brains in absentee  provoked his soap-box reverie  but I mistrust validity  in one who touts tranquility  
but flouts mental telepathy,  and disregards things he can’t see. Expelleration
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Bare FloorsMy plywood never slivered  into stabs of shivering agony,  
imbedded in my bare sole,  felt its hard chill, until  
I walked across his Savonnerie,  was floored by tiny touches,  laid micromosaically. Bare Floors
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IndifferentiatePretend I never promised anything-  your help’s too complicated to accept.  On every care and concept you've tied strings,  each lesson leaves me awkward and inept,  defeated, bowing to another king,  your only aim- to make yourself adept.  You couldn't care if I should fail or fall,  so nearly nothing, infinitesimal. Indifferentiate
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Lives Plan I, II, IIII. Essaysination  
 
I'm working on an essay  
that's driving me insane.  If you should hear a big kaboom  it's probably my brain  exploding into shrapnel  at last kaput, defunct,  or, if you hear a screech and thud  it's safe to guess I flunked.  I dreamed I'd be a writer  so clever, witty, cool.  Reality's a bitch my friends;  Plan B: Truck Driving School!   
II. Back to Plan A   
So much for Trucking School- it was a flop.  I couldn't make the damned rig start or stop.  My eyes could barely see above the dash,  the minute that I rolled, ther Lives Plan I, II, III
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Dewy Purple Iris

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Devious Journal Entry

Wed Oct 7, 2009, 4:50 PM
Hello again,
It's been a crazy few weeks. Renovations can be unpredictable, so I suppose it's par for the course. I got sick with some funky infection which kicked my ass badly and had me out of the picture for a while. Thank god for my family who took such good care of me when I was sick- I'm finally feeling better and almost back to fighting form, so things should be getting back to normal, and I should be able to be more active on dA than I have been for the past week or so.

My creative spark unortunately went out again, but hopefully I can rekindle it soon. I felt a little like my bulb had burnt out, but I feel my light slowly returning, thank goodness, and I guess I'll live to shine again, even if I'm a little dim right now.

I'm working on getting my house back in order, catching up on bills, etc., as some things have definitely suffered while I was under the weather. I also need to get my butt back down to work. My boss is thankfully very understanding, but I've been out so long I feel like I've been out of the country or something. I have special company coming this weekend and am looking forward to hopefully having a little fun.

The well drillers came, finally, and the well was hydrofracted yesterday- they decided to try that before digging a whole new well. We have much better water pressure, but right now it's full of sediment, undrinkable...I hope it'll be all settled down and clean soon, as it's quite inconvenient, but at least it's in the process, and I'm hopeful it'll be better soon. White light.

Some creative projects on my tentative list include original and hopefully very "loud" t-hirts, a white light website and a risque bread baking venture, in addition to my ongoing endeavors to improve my poetry and critique writing, which will maybe include entering some of the upcomming contests offered here at dA.

Thanks for reading, I hope this finds you well.
White light,
Sorry

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  • Mood: Overwhelmed
  • Listening to: My son's computer keys clicking.
  • Reading: The Little English Handbook,
  • Watching: the inside of my eyelids
  • Playing: dead
  • Eating: antibiotics and ice cream
  • Drinking: tea with honey

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Devious Info

  • Current Residence: Southern Vermont
  • deviantWEAR sizing preference: Small
  • Print preference: leopard
  • Interests: Writing, reading, learning
  • Favourite movie: Lord of the Rings, Blues Brothers, Harold and Maude
  • Favourite band or musician: Argerich, Tiempo, Chopin, Pink Floyd, John Clarke, Rolling Stones, The Smiths...god, how to choose?
  • Favourite genre of music: Classical, Classic Rock, Blues, Bluegrass, Spanish/Classical Accoustic Guitar
  • Favourite artist: ...hmmm...thinkin'...
  • Favourite poet or writer: Currently? William Zinsser, Petrarch
  • Favourite photographer: Snowflake Bentley, Mary Devens
  • Favourite style of art: Free Style-Happy-Deviant
  • Operating System: Doctor in charge, nurse helps, anesthesiologist pumps, and I sleep.
  • MP3 player of choice: Big Papi
  • Shell of choice: puca
  • Wallpaper of choice: I prefer paneling
  • Skin of choice: Extra Crispy or Naked
  • Favourite game: Mille Bornes, Scrabble, Perquackey
  • Favourite cartoon character: Sylvester
  • Personal Quote: *&%$#@!?#

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*hell-on-a-stick Oct 31, 2009, 11:03:44 AM
Thanks much for the watch
what has it got in its pocketssess, my preciousss, yesss yesss!

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I tell you such fine music awaits in the shadows of the fires of hell. -Charles Bukowski
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*Sssorry Oct 8, 2009, 6:18:49 PM
Thanks for the link, TMTAP, I enjoyed checking you out. I left a message, but thought I'd reply here too. Keep on creating!
White light,
Sorry
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*Sssorry Oct 6, 2009, 8:18:11 AM
Hello Scarlettletters,
Thank you for featuring my poem, and thank you for telling me- I am still finding my way around here. I am honored to be featured on your page, happy you found something to like- you picked one I like too. Many thanks again for the recognition.
White light,
Sorry
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*TakeMeToAnotherPlace Oct 5, 2009, 2:22:09 PM
Thank you very much for the favorite, i really appreciate it :)

Take a look at my latest deviation if you like, id appreciate the constructive criticism etc :) Be sure to favorite if you like! Thanks :) here's the link - [link]

Thanks, Keep up the great work

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=Scarlettletters Oct 3, 2009, 3:20:13 AM
You are featured here:

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*Sssorry Sep 26, 2009, 5:13:16 PM
You're welcome, wretchedteddy, gracias again for checking out my poems, luz blanca,
Sorry
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~wretchedteddy Sep 26, 2009, 12:27:33 PM
No no no worries at all! Thank you for taking the time and providing such a comprehensive response, I will check all of these out in time! Muy bueno! Muchas gracias!

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I know how the devil sleeps at night
He lights the fire behind my eyes
And he lets it there and I let it lie
I know how the devil sleeps at night
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Mood: Humor ~G-m-ann Sep 26, 2009, 4:05:18 AM
ha

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\\\" The accumulated filth of all their sex and murder will foam up about their waists and all the whores and politicians will look up and shout SAVE US , and I\\\'ll look down and whisper \\\'NO\\\' \\\".
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*Sssorry Sep 26, 2009, 3:22:57 AM
Glad to have entertained you, G-m-ann, and that the echo didn't bother you. Happy trails,
Sorry
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*Sssorry Sep 26, 2009, 3:18:55 AM
You're welcome haunt, I look forward to them. Have fun!
Sorry
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Mood: Content ~G-m-ann Sep 25, 2009, 8:45:45 PM
Nice,I was entertained during my visit to your mind

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\\\" The accumulated filth of all their sex and murder will foam up about their waists and all the whores and politicians will look up and shout SAVE US , and I\\\'ll look down and whisper \\\'NO\\\' \\\".
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*Sssorry Sep 25, 2009, 7:28:31 PM
Whoo-hooo! Thank you Etain, for the subscription! You are my hero! Love and Light,
Sorry
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~haunt Sep 25, 2009, 7:08:05 PM
Hello, thanks for the deviantwatch. I hope you enjoy upcoming recordings.
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~ShadowedAcolyte Sep 25, 2009, 2:38:21 PM
Weeee! You too.

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Everywhere I go I'm asked if the universities stifle writers. My opinion is that they don't stifle enough of them. There's many a best seller that could have been prevented by a good teacher. --Flannery O'Connor
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*Sssorry Sep 25, 2009, 2:35:40 PM
Thank you, I'm very glad to be here. White light,
Sorry
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*Sssorry Sep 25, 2009, 2:34:52 PM
Hello wretchedteddy, thank you for your interest in my poems, I apologize for not answering this sooner; I had to kinda think about it. It you're pressed for time, Hot Head is a quickie I am reasonably satisfied with. Audibility, Choke Hold, Apple Crush...Adoption is one of my favorites, Jamaican Mosaic...it's hard to pick personal favorites; sometimes they're favorites for personal reasons... I just posted a few more poems which I have developed through workshopping on PFFA; all are kinda unfinished business in my mind, though.
Thanks again for your kind comment, I hope you will enjoy some of the poems I have listed above. White light,
Sorry
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^SparrowSong Sep 25, 2009, 12:52:59 PM
You're welcome. Glad to see you on dA!
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~wretchedteddy Sep 25, 2009, 12:22:37 PM
Hello! I really like what I've read from you, but I don't have any time right now to read :(! I was wondering if maybe you had some favorites I could look up in your gallery?

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I know how the devil sleeps at night
He lights the fire behind my eyes
And he lets it there and I let it lie
I know how the devil sleeps at night
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*Sssorry Sep 25, 2009, 11:45:10 AM
Please don't get me wrong, ShadowedAcolyte, for lordy, I have the gift of gab, myself. Good point about lying with one's body, too, I hadn't considered that carefully enough. And YaY dogs. And DOUBLE YAY, salshep! She's a peach! Thanks for conversing with me, enjoy the day.
Sorry
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*Sssorry Sep 25, 2009, 11:08:21 AM
Hiya, eliriel!
Thanks so much for reading my poem and for the kind compliments. I am happy that you've enjoyed this one, and YaY Vermont! Nice to know someone else appreciates this small but lovely piece of the planet! Have a happy day, white light,
Sorry
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=mode-de-vie Sep 25, 2009, 10:50:22 AM
You're very welcome! Congratulations, again! :)

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