In Training
Posted on Aug 14th, 2008
by 
Shodo
Shodo
yo bro dropped 15 lbs. don't ya know and got my BP down no one stressing no one messing me around been reciting these words from the heart my life is poetry like Muhammad Ali float like a butterfly and sting like a bee
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Do Not Go Gentle...
Posted on Aug 3rd, 2008
by Shodo
Shodo
"Rage, rage against the dying of the light." -Dylan Thomas
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Flow For Baudelaire
Posted on Aug 2nd, 2008
by Shodo
Shodo
feel like quitting slitting my wrist no matter where I go no entiendo not understood feeling like maybe just no good hombre muy mal a bad mofo like mon frere Baudelaire both for a short while men of the sea and knew of life and it's futility writing of ugliness beautifully
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Determined
Posted on Aug 2nd, 2008
by Shodo
Shodo
dearly departed
broken hearted
making magic
through sheer
determination
my emotional
instability is
my motivation
got to know when
to move and when
to stand still
the earth is
our teacher
listen to her
and strengthen
your will
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Pecos Peace
Posted on Jul 23rd, 2008
by Shodo
Shodo
Pecos National Historical Park
hear the birds sing and the
echoes of those travelers
who have proceeded us here
a Kiva to another dimension
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Gyrations
Posted on Jun 17th, 2008
by Shodo
Shodo
gyrating contemplating the situation no solution don't ponder simple things fill up with wonder clear cool springs, moving up into the mountains in a cave like Han Shan writing my poetry upon the rocks like pre-historic man wu-wei go w/ the flow glow/grow/bounce
with the blood ounce for ounce
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Greek Fisherman's Cap
Posted on Jun 17th, 2008
by Shodo
Shodo
in my Greek fisherman's cap though in a French surrealist mood Baudelaire, Artaud, Genet, better than a beret it may be time to hit the high seas matey
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"If for an instant God were to forget....
Posted on Jun 14th, 2008
by Shodo
Shodo
"If for an instant God were to forget that I am a rag doll and gifted me with a piece of life, possibly I wouldn't say all that I think, but rather I would think of all that I say. I would value things, not for their worth but for what they mean. I would sleep little, dream more, understanding that for each minute we close our eyes we lose sixty seconds of light. I would walk when others hold back, I would wake when others sleep. I would listen to others when they talk, and how I would enjoy a good chocolate ice cream! If God were to give me a piece of life, I would dress simply , throw myself face first into the sun, baring not only my body but also my soul. My God, if I had a heart, I would write my hate on ice, and wait for the sun to show. Over the stars I would paint with a Van Gogh dream, a Benedetti poem, and a Serrat song would be the serenade I'd offer to the moon. With my tears I would water roses, to feel the pain of their thorns, and the red kiss of their petals... My God, if I had a piece of life... I wouldn't let a single day pass without telling the people I love that I love them. I would convince each woman and each man that they are my favorites, and I would live in love with love. I would show men how very wrong they are to think that they cease to be in love when they grow old, not knowing that they grow old when they cease to be in love! To a child I shall give wings, but I shall let him learn to fly on his own. I would teach the old that death does not come with old age, but with forgetting. So much have I learned from you, oh men... I have learned that everyone wants to live on the peak of the mountain, without knowing that real happiness is in how it is scaled. I have learned that when a newborn child squeezes for the first time with his tiny fist his father's finger, he has him trapped forever. I have learned that a man has the right to look down on another only when he has to help the other get to his feet. From you I have learned so many things, but in truth they won't be of much use, for when I keep them within this suitcase, unhappily shall I be dying." Author unknown. Once published by my late friend Ralph Haselmann Jr in his poetry magazine Lucid Moon and incorrectly attributed to Gabriel Garcia Marquez. Regardless of the author it is undeniably exquisite.
Go in beauty..
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Tortuga de Paz
Posted on Jun 5th, 2008
by Shodo
Shodo
sorry Sister but I am kinda sick of tired phoney peace man mellow no fellow not advocating violence just won't be your victim we need a new dictum
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Return To N.Y.
Posted on Jun 1st, 2008
by Shodo
Shodo
"I am the Monk more Shaolin than Franciscan, going to return to New York like my man Snake Pliskin" fell into the water trying to catch the reflection of the moon
"Incantations" disc will be out soon shODo
poetry
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