Posted on May 24, 2008 by gockomo
Oh I love Juno in its simplicity and cleverness. I wish I had the clarity of mind to create something so simple yet fun and clear and beautiful.
How are these people tapped with inspiration. Mine is dulled. Right now, I can’t even think. I’m stuck in my obligations. I am not creating anything. I miss [...]
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Posted on May 22, 2008 by gockomo
Petulant deceptions
Relatively harmless in their scope
but annoying nonetheless
You lie like a child
stealing a toy, your stuffed pockets bulge
Did you really get what you wanted?
When confronted, you acuse
When facts are presented you yell in defensiveness
A grown man’s tantrum
Tell me how to ask the questions the right way
and stop with petulent deceptions
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Posted on May 14, 2008 by gockomo
La fruta fresca ….deliciousa!
What I need’s a superhero!
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Posted on May 10, 2008 by gockomo
Saturday and Scooter and Shaggy are steeping themselves in television while I procrastinate and try to create something meaningful.
Avoiding the JOY of domestic bliss, a.k.a laundry, I have already done yoga and meditated. The projects I am neglecting pop into my head, but it’s the day before Mother’s Day and I feel like I should [...]
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Posted on May 10, 2008 by gockomo
Posted on May 10, 2008 by gockomo
Posted on May 10, 2008 by gockomo
Any woman who has experienced PMS, any child who has been in the back seat with a sibling on a long trip, any man desiring his cave….
Where does it stop
Where does it begin
Who is at fault when you’re stepping on my skin
Endless chatter
An annoying grin
Whistling
Talking
You are stepping on my skin
I choose five
You choose ten
Around and [...]
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Posted on May 10, 2008 by gockomo
Nacent efforts to express
Sans perfection, do your best
In the effort to begin
A glimpse within.
Now you’re free to play with words
An open heart, a message heard
A poem seen
And we begin
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