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Heads are going to roll

Posted on August 3, 2014 by jaybeasley2

The clock is ticking, and the tides are turning. The jester and the barkeep play dice while a few miles away their messengers have been reduced to bones. But they do not wait for word to return and have little … Continue reading →

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acknowledgement

Posted on August 2, 2014 by jaybeasley2

don’t lose track of the rhythm we have our own pace and don’t black out or take anything unless it is good soup offered by a cozy house on a day you were followed by every dark cloud in town … Continue reading →

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maybe

Posted on August 2, 2014 by jaybeasley2

this is the best kind of day there is, when your can’t tell where the last hour ended and where the next one begins, we have enough time to draw us out of our shells and when we see that … Continue reading →

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truely

Posted on August 2, 2014 by jaybeasley2

you can’t pretend anymore on a level shelf is where your new confidence is stored becoming a legacy in a new land like a duke who had it rough when the king turned his back or the last hourglass sand … Continue reading →

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darkest pit of your soul in the rain

Posted on August 2, 2014 by jaybeasley2

doesn’t it seem odd to you where we are? almost enough miles away that right now it does not hurt like a bastard keeping a distance from the pain for now even a walk in the pain won’t cheer me … Continue reading →

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freed

Posted on June 18, 2014 by jaybeasley2

everyday repentant and disgusting you give up hope in a way that’s so rewardingly profound I wasn’t the schedule that you found it was competent the way our family trees assembled yours was the famous old joke that no made … Continue reading →

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thief

Posted on June 6, 2014 by jaybeasley2

as the little old men gather and share coffee and stories of the times they know will make each other laugh one single solitary leaf comes from above to land on the blank  page I have spent the past few … Continue reading →

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flayed

Posted on May 11, 2014 by jaybeasley2

I was lost in a city not unlike Bombay with only instinct and good shoes on my feet while I saw the same types of buildings with different people in it and a thousand steps reveal how we are all … Continue reading →

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broken portraits

Posted on May 6, 2014 by jaybeasley2

She is active, calculating in photographic images. I am less activated, outlining in cloudy impressions. She becomes quick, trusting these video stills. I become dull, misbelieving my busted camera. She mistrusts her belief in her pictured observing, and there is … Continue reading →

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