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Monday, April 21, 2014. Within every crevice, every crack,. Through every tight pocket hole,. Your thick, rich smoke encapsulates me. My ears gasp for one more syllable to complete my thoughts. And so I breathe you in. You fill my lungs and awaken my mind. Your cunning eyes and your devilish grin;. Each synapse alive with your touch. I flush and I fever wanting more, always more;. You enter in to me.
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Wednesday, August 22, 2012. Light bends from outside the church through the stained glass Jesus. The black haired girl sits on her knees and does not notice it. She prays, it is a part of the game. 8220;Dear God, Forgive me for my sins. She leaves to an evil world of temptation. She walks the streets, dangling her body in front of strangers. The priest found her body in the dumpster, on trick too many. 8220;Dear God please forgive her for her sins. Written By Bryan Coltrane. Saturday, August 18, 2012.CONTENT
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Thursday, August 1, 2013. On the warm electric wires. Old women lining up guitars. Quiet Navahos with razor gift sets and heavy grey blankets. The pre-dawn fever and clicking off. While flowers wilt and sink. The rolling hulks of Americana. Cause the redbirds to take flight. Taken from my 2008 book CONFESSIONS OF A CONCRETE CUTOUT.
Monday, April 21, 2014. What do you wish it to be? Sorry about the dark . Let me show you around the place we call home. To your left is our memory room. Off to your right is the playroom. My roommates love to play their games there. Why are you shaking? .
Thursday, March 21, 2013. March for a reason,. A sign of the times. Chose to believe in,. What to invest in,. A bleak view in sight. To no longer live blind. Wednesday, December 12, 2012. At night, wishful harvest,. At night, wishful harvest,. At night vision sharpens,. All the same there is only darkness.
Thursday, April 4, 2013. With each passing day, the floor moves further away. Use a chain or tie a knot. Do not let it fade away. Memories is the fuel to create. A song, a poem, a smile, a tear, remember the time, use the fear. Fact or fiction, real or a vision. Scream to world, we need your prediction. The director is you, the movie is you, roll the camera, always be true.