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    Thursday, October 12th, 2006
    10:46 pm

    nostalgic evnings;

    with that taste

     

    yunknow!

     

    that smell of your mind.

    lingerrrs

     

    commonnow!

     

    Nights (dontyou remember

    in car)

     

    think!

     

    boutnother time

    (in car)

    with others

    and that tingle

     

    thatsthe one…

     

    song correlate feeling of

    adolescentnecessity

    that must need a secnd chance

    give me my ghost self back!self i realize not as fondly,

    but i do fondly.

    and fondly kept safe.          P

                                                     S

                                                      kiss

    Friday, September 29th, 2006
    6:38 pm
    9.12.06

    but it was wet outside.

    drplets fallen

     

    scents

     

    gleam

     

    purplets

     

    & violets

     

    pinkish alltoo

    thdark ran

    twirls. Splats. Form.

    it’s all too similar and familiar

    but it was wet outside.

    Hazen|&c

    Saturday, September 23rd, 2006
    5:17 pm
    written one by one after one another on 9.22.06

    it lost myitself

    on the

    road against the church by the damned pepperonis

    and by

    solid

    a solid

    s.deep under             solid

    lay lies

    & dead butterflies. 

                                                                    

    the gates close as I

    see the dimlitted darkness

    black

    tepid  suggestionas as I

    hear those metric sounds

    closer. 

                                                                    


    before this that

    and rather

    a trip about

    Thin

    k

    ing

    about,

    Thin

    gs. Maybe.


                                                                    

    step onto the houses

    with streets and rails,

    the person

    jumped

     

    ,near has never been

    this secure;

     

    when,

    the clock is one and

    eleven.

    life begins.



    Hazen|&c

    Thursday, September 14th, 2006
    6:46 pm

    and the watrr wss cold.

    the rain about,

    under

    neith.

    quickly now,

    no stop.

    slowit down down.

    way down.

    night of cold wrinkles and warm lights.

    holiday todayormorrow yet.

    tomorrow.

    noringing nothing.

    then she cutes and all is better.

    then all is away.

    no stop.

    quickly now.

    no.

    slowit down down,

    way down.

    slow it down. Boring days with such tender excitement.

    such. Temporary.

    fix me. She can. Can she.

    effort to the effortless.need for the needy.

     

    i(sl

    ow

    it

    do

    wn)

    can’t want you more.

    of your effortless.

     

    makeor.move.

    show me your aggression.

    as slowr quick as you wishit

     

    t(i

    ti

    er)

    o

    be.

    Hazen|&c

     

    6:46 pm

    if

    green is green red is red

    then

    our love our love is seen is seen

                by eyes & ears

    by mouths

    by teeth & toenails

    by lips & hairs

    & ankles

    by You.

    but nevernot me.

    goodly things, all

    yet

    in lands unseen

    but soonly found.

    Hazen|&c

    6:45 pm

    two nights ago you tasted like

    Watermelon.

    and your earof

    Strawberries.

    yesternight a woman wrecked anothers

    beside me.

    near

    and hold me,                 Dear

    uncertain driving past these -

    aircontrolled geometricities

    with the ants inside

    those ants aren’t you.

    nor me.

    so let’s run&hide from these bees.

     
    Hazen|&c

    6:44 pm

    years placed in months

    months put into days

    days turned into sentences

    sentences turned into words

    words to l.etters

    letters from ideas

    ideas of you. only.

    , here.s the thing, Miss 17

    just the start, the first of many

    yetlestnotnever stopnor

            end.

    these beginnings

    these ends

    &firsts

    now with brownonbrownonbrown

    monotrifecta

    on the external

    but the hidden inside

    as I idea

    as I thought

    let me try. Please

    to love someone more worthy

    moreover

    give me more more transfiction

    as you sit there, handsinmyhair

    eyes burning

    all around and all about and everywhere

    how can these l e t t e r s

    describe. Thisthat&every feeling

    about you

    so uneasy

    quit being so difficult!

    to explain thisandallofmy,       feelings

    this is you at seventeen

    these are mine at the same

    one year sooner to you

       lovely.

    to the best of this svntns

    to the beginning of

    yearstomothstodaystosentencestowordstoletterstoideas.

    tolove.

    Hazen|&c

    6:44 pm

    it wasis you

    you the one

    maybe the pains within

    this intelligence maybe

    the pains are you

    notafar stret   ch

    I cant even drawyou

    with capital. Just one. Capital

    symbol.

    that would give unto more credit than you

    willever deserve

    nonisdue. Not to you

    stop.

    with those: lies,

    smiles

    “cares”

    cheers

    praises

    denials

    turnn that one man I love

    turnedin to some on lessloved

    it was you all along

                ruin.one, shame on you

                ruin.beauty, that’s just like you

                ruin.she, fucking LET HER BE

                ruin.littleshe, a check on the list

                ruin.him, whipped like a bitch at your rotting fist

                ruin.me, can’tbe. hold that pride close

                touch.Her.(innocents), feelourfury

                minemostagressive, hers to back mine. 

    one nights the night of your summertimes setting

    when those colf deep stones will latch onto.

    those dissolving watery fingertipsandnails

    neverlettingloose

    I won’t be there.

    nor will onebeauty

                  beautyshe

                  shelittle

                  littleshe

                  shehim

                  himme

                  orme.

      noone.

    should they even glace in the pool?

    with its denselycovered emotional

    snarles&webs.

    its mirky relections…

    think again tyrant,

    because weve left without a thought.

    Hazen|&c

    6:41 pm
    7.23.06

    in the morning our faces

    put on

    yours extra heavy

    you’ll need it

    more than any

    so progressed by now

    survival without, a slim theory

    Masked.

    Hazen|&c

    6:40 pm
    7.23.06

    save me from eden

    this boring place of few apparents

    the best

       of best

       & best

           best to do

    nothing

    Man squeeks with tribal Man picks a noise

    blackwhitetight

    papers fed lead todonetowaste

    red

    sockswithholes

    blue

    bluebleublew b

    but to men of you

    me pick a song

    song.

    Mans whitebutblack

    tan clothing

     

    Mansview of Tolstoy

    Mansview of stress

    Mansview of colour

    Mansview of power

    Mansview of government

    Mansview of beauty

    s!

    skeletons.

     

     Hazen|&c

    6:40 pm
    7.23.06

    need is my necessity

    want. trivial.

    everydaynnight

    gimmygimmy

    moremore

                Ohof that pain.

    Hazen|&c

    6:39 pm
    5.18.06

    shake to and fro

                iknowweknewandknow

                d.nt alarm, the viewis met,

    by, beguile-etc.

    though you may not see,

                the lovelyset before me.

                            please,neednot-think

                                                    Orwonder.

                because you mightmay not grasp.

    the c?rve[s] is’r deemed <<parfaitement>>

    not by your eyes,but-bymybrowns,

                moreperfect,thenseen

    n-realized,you.

    you cannot apprehend,

    flaudednot a touch;   ,the way your skinis,was,will.

    (as ideala c?e as there ever shall be.)

    u,ll neverknow,

                yet, nottoworry.

    i know,

    thoughyoumay x/believe

    Hazen|&c

    6:38 pm
    4.20.06

     a written word.s, .so satifactory.

    such Is th

      e necessity.

    to feel that calligraphoric-art

    representation of so much with so little

     

               smudged black circles&lines,

    subsequently, perfectly.

    all blunders lovely due unto the leg

    which, but of course, is nothing less than unflawed.

     

    exact - the crooked tilt of the semi-aged decal,

    and that torn 3x4 leaf

    but further than those words,              p.                     rinted‘r vocal,

    t.                        ranscript‘r speech 

    n.                        otion‘r otherwise.

     

                   ;printed speech. vocal notions,

                    , otherwise futile transcripts.

     

    it’s your preoccupation that speaks, talks, and sounds

    like that of the transcendent reverberation

    the resonance of that ink, (which none can hear)

     

    mais Someone does,

                and does that not make it worth it all.

                worthy of that unparalleled gesture.

                            it is hoped to be so.

    mais, Someone does.

     

    Hazen|&c

    6:36 pm
    4.17.06

    it’s almost a fact

    nowadays

    that familylove.

     

    Un-conditional.

     

    how little-ly] ,meaningful.

    if even that so much.

    family is long since conditional,

    of that which remains,

    likeandAs a dead man decays,

    in his longsince forgotten grave.

     

    ;Grave.

     

    that is how I see this situation.

     

    ;She.

     

    how sneaky, petty, and adolescent

    unripe as the day goes on.

    old ways thought to have changed,

    noteven a chance…

    still she is unmoved

    despite --   --    foul expressions

    pseudo reactions

    precontrived emotions

    cloaked responses.

    and a’takenback visage.

                - all of which are found fallacious-

    ,much like all of her

     

    “Un-conditional”;

    please, don’t waste precious atmosphere

     

    “Un-conditional”,

    said in southernmeaningless tones

    a given. only to some.

    but not to me, or another one.

    in fact, another two.

    compliments mean nothing from your dull blue eyes,

    they grow more dull each day,

    with each            lie,

                            fib,

                            backstab,

                            skewed definitions,

                            And murky light blues.

     

    she doesn’t deserve it [&] she’ll never change

    until that day.

    only a mere 5 years away.

     

                                        Hazen|&c

    6:35 pm
    4.16.06

    Comparison, awaits.

    -

    so we see the divison.

    east&west collide.

    neither perfect, one far less…

    east has learned for manyayears,

    2,500 years, their doctrine remains, unbothered.

     

    Kun Fu-Tzu,

     

    I owe you.

    as we all do, little do they know…

    it’s west’s turn now, to learn a little (try somewhat).

    to finally stop the droning of our trumpet of Philistinism

     

    - seclusion. Ha, you think it great.

    greatly it is not,

    not indeed.

    look across that water,

    regard the success.

                      success that is not fueled by money,

    or other such things.

    etc.&t.etcetera.

    but that of:

    honour.respect.family.socialunity.safety.

    but inlightof,

    you keep your face implanted in the prideful state of nation.

    a nation which can agree on hardly,

    and does little to   ---   discipline.

     

    that is the concept which is most lacking,

    and it is also

    the one.

    that cannot be lived without.

     

    Hazen|&c

     

     

     

     

    6:35 pm
    4.20.06

    Japanese Dream

    -

    a hidden rebirth lays quiescent,

    slightly hinted, partially awakened.

    soon to be, as dominant.

    austere             to the eye’s of the beholder,

    t                                   hriving to the eye of the Honourable.

    to which they hold so high.

    stringent,                       yes.

        yet

    diligence.honour.duty.pride.distinguishment.

    all held higest.

    economy plays no part, as it does over there.

    social order reigns true.

    the rigid runs through,

                            like the blood the Eagle sheds.

    and the other side sees as unjust.inhumane.untollerable.

    nevertheless,

    no locks.alarms.bells.police(hardly)

    needed.

    did you ever wonder why ( ? )

    try to disprove, I know you will try.

    have tried.

    and failed.

     

    - they’ve learned the west.

    - now let us, reap the east.

     

    Hazen|&c

     

    6:34 pm
    4.16.06

    American Dream

    -

    the ability to success

    by means necessary .to no one

    honour bring?s,

           nothing, it sounds as if

           pathetic lies you tell each other about

    the seen

    ignorant,

    take your head from the sandy, trash filled Destin sand…

    look around,

    is this really your dream ( ? )

    crime, divorce, rap?e

     

    ,Oh wait; you just wanted to be successful,

     

    pay no heed to the surrounding

                                 people.culture.poverty.

                                 crime.divorce.rape.

    just look for your wealth.

     

    ,No, stop; you just wanted to be successful,

     

    by whichever means you seek fit…

    no limit tables, a slap on the wrist

    no ethical conscience.

    what is the need ( ? )

    redwhite&blue, apparently I owe you

    civil unrest, as I look behind my neck to see it.

    do I need to see it ( ? )

    it’s all around,

    no need to hurt that pompous little neck of

    yours

    put that head down,

     you need not be conceited.

             you deserve it not.

    you mock across an Ocean.

    for what you see as unfit,

          oh, I daresay. It is fit,

                  robust,

                  & yes,

    It;they;he;she;them ---

    are more superior than you.

       
    Hazen|&c

    6:33 pm
    4.12.06

    [Ceux] rose coloured glasses

         n-v-r

    r-ally

           work-d

         for m-

         oh no,not

    until that one.

         frigid.

         February evening.

    it all came to pass.

    but notevertoo quickly.

     

                            Hazen|&c

    6:32 pm
    4.9.06

    [Et] I wake up cheerless.

                            why is this so?

                            strange, I confound.

    Comprehend ( ? )…outofthe?

                sit here

                         trying

                                to fin

    d

                                        a reason.

                one, willyou come ( ? )

    seconds elapsed, minutes gone to waste.

    hours vanished.

    all within the blink of one

    and sometimes four, eyes.

       thi

    s

    is the

    a reason.

    thatisthereason.

                timewithout,you.

                isn’t really time at all.

                            and it makes the mornings,

                                                    everso - painful

                                                                  dismal

                                                                  uninviting.

    I don’t invite yousun.

    unless you bring back those hours past.

    or the couldhavebeen memoirs.

    they could have been,

                            maybe that’s the reason.

                            goddamnit,

                            toomany reasons.

                these times I fear to waste.thebiggest fear of all.

                it is

                    Thebiggest fear, of all.

                           

     

     

    Hazen|&c

    6:29 pm
    4.5.06

    A Prelude by the name of…

    Awakened.

     

    Awakened, to and by, those mono –

    Cides. Toxins feel filtrated

    by the prickles of my nose.

    Rolled out into the coldly room

    and peer out that smog-stained pane.

    Hoping to see sunlight,

    that would gleam.

    But there was no gleam, although,

    I was not looking at the sky.

    Oh no.

    But of those people.

    Those dreary, mundane,

    dependents…

    on drinks

    on drugs

    on magazines

    on features of which no profitability can be acquired.

    What a waste,

    what a waste.

    What a waste of a somewhat (maybe to be.) sun-drenched morning.

    The sun of existence/living/purpose/meaning.

    Yes,

    It must riseandset another day.

                                       

                                        Hazen|&c
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