JOURNAL
NY Ferry
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Enter Title. It is expectation. It is direction. It is idea. It is baseline. It is feel. It is mood. It is color. It creates. It halts. It changes. It evolves. It digresses. It stalls. It adapts. It educes. It guides. But. It blinds. It misdirects. It prohibits. It intimidates.It confuses. It disappoints.
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Write text here. It revolves around what could and should. It revolves around a concrete message. It revolves around the right structure, the right tone, the right words, the right punctuation. It revolves around attention, recognition and validation. It revolves around rejection. It revolves around acceptance. It revolves around and away from it’s own condition. It revolves around perception. It ignores.
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Draft. Letter. Syllable. Word. Sentence. Paragraph. Page. Structure. Path. Rip. Rewrite. Accept. Be. Write. Right. Wrong. Perception. Reality. Deception. Certainty. Retract. Reset. Move. Stop. Illusion. Loop.
PUBLISHED
Never
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DJ Mango
YOyo
Geiko
Yoyo
DJ Mango
DJ Mango
DJ MANGO
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Feeling
Warm
Vibrant
High
*
Fast
Dominant
Boost
Influence
Luck
Charm
Courage
Thrill
Alert
•
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Presence
Warm
Motion
Black is beautiful
You look but you don’t see,
you hear but you don’t listen
You steal from me
But take only from yourself
That’s not mine and I don’t want it
I am mine and you can’t have it
Closing the door, gently
Alone in a room that no one else can enter
The walls of this room all mirrors
My thoughts,
Unclouded and reflective
…Leave me to wander here
Aloneness that transcends longing
I found it –
The source of my power
But power is not needed here
Could it really be so simple?
Art comes from incompleteness
Sat on a wall
Had a great fall
Couldn’t be put back together again
The mind moves forward
But the heart knows
There’s no place else but here
It’s not about what’s real
It’s about what burns
This body so small and feeble
This life so short and fleeting
I carry it within me,
Knowing I am an inadequate container
This is what I meant by
Unconditional
Always reaching,
Never grasping
Won’t you please just stay?
The hollow within me
Echoing
