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			<title>Hands</title>
			<description>This poem was inspired by Sarah Kay's poem of the same title, I felt it would be a good exercise to tackle the same subject she did. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zrart306/612804/</link>
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			<title>Information Super Observations </title>
			<description>IT Commentary </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zrart306/610514/</link>
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			<title>99 Cent Clowns </title>
			<description>Commentary on media and social networking </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zrart306/610014/</link>
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			<title>&quot;I&quot; (White Picket Fence)</title>
			<description>A commentary on fences and the letter I</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zrart306/383743/</link>
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			<title>Studys Show</title>
			<description>For reasons unknown, I have been more anti-society than usual...... this third poem in this little anti-society series is the result</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zrart306/368931/</link>
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			<title>See</title>
			<description>More on the ideas of sex, violence, and consumption</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zrart306/368451/</link>
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			<title>Drugs</title>
			<description>whether you take illegal drugs or not..... we are all addicted to something</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zrart306/366248/</link>
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			<title>Lilies in the Field</title>
			<description>lilies in the fieldtelling meto leave the wheeland to set myself free&amp;nbsp;now to cover my tracksand never look backto look for todayand wait for her to sayits only a gameits always the same&amp;nbsp;now the lilies in the fieldtelling meto believe what i feeland speak what ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zrart306/268427/</link>
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			<title>Joanna Mitchell and I</title>
			<description>The weight of a seemingly excruciating love</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zrart306/268349/</link>
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			<title>The One Eyed Monk</title>
			<description>the one eyed monk came to meand asked me what i see,a cowboy with his mind in sand,i smiled, he said he understands.&amp;nbsp;he then said what have you done for jesusi said what has he done for us,his blood stained the spears he moanedi cried that i'm free of fear.&amp;nbsp;he then aske..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zrart306/243355/</link>
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			<title>When I Wake</title>
			<description>everyone is someone's victimand the killings are everywherewhile the horseman ridesand tells you to beware&amp;nbsp;when i wakei notice the days get darkerand the nights get betterwhile the moments get longer&amp;nbsp;everyone uses somebodyi excercise demonsnow she can drink the wate..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zrart306/238325/</link>
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			<title>Tasty Thoughts(Terza Rima III)</title>
			<description>a wooden chef takes my braincarves into piecesforgot how to write my name&amp;nbsp;lost are my wishesmy thoughts are tastysays my muse as she cleans the dishes&amp;nbsp;my priest offers me ecstacytries to blow my mindand complete his fantasy&amp;nbsp;she used to be so kindhow she made ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zrart306/230868/</link>
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			<title>The Hill (Terza Rima II)</title>
			<description>As I travel by the lonely green hill with the lonely black treei remember the lonely green eyes with the lonely black heartwhen she took the keys and said farewell to me&amp;nbsp;i follow the path past the hill and the tree, back to the startwhere the land lay desolate and the road leaves me t..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zrart306/229104/</link>
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			<title>My Home (Terza Rima)</title>
			<description>This is a Terza Rima poem I had to write for poetry class, not really my style and I am really not happy with it, but I suppose it will do...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zrart306/227849/</link>
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			<title>To Pierre</title>
			<description>you sat on the fireplace mantle,and viewed my inentions,with sharp eyes,throwing glass to the floor,to show your discontent,of an empty bowl,&amp;nbsp;crash,&amp;nbsp;A fury invades, but my lovefor you, stays my wrath,I replace penalty,with a gentle pamper,and I embrace your weight..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zrart306/223366/</link>
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			<title>War(haiku)</title>
			<description>Crimson Rivers FlowBombs and SandRattle in the wind</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zrart306/217382/</link>
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			<title>Seek</title>
			<description>Capitalist w****s seek invitationsTo work wall street without regulationsTo profit from murders commited in unknown landsTo exploit the darkness found in sandTo reward robber barrons for financing the deadTo reward the red-eyed foxes when they tell the ignorant it's all in our headFair..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zrart306/217378/</link>
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			<title>Bloody Tide</title>
			<description>Pulled by a bloody tideI drown in the souls of the deadAs if all hope pushed asideBlack waters lay ahead</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zrart306/213949/</link>
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			<title>You and I</title>
			<description>I fall in loveYou fall in lineI believe in changeYou in submissionI think freelyYou believe with chainsI see acceptanceYou oppresionI see faithYou see GodI listenYou are deludedI convinceYou conI drink waterYou drink oilI kill infantsYou kill soldier..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zrart306/210958/</link>
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			<title>A Nothing Fight Featuring Berkeley and Olive</title>
			<description>Published in The College of The Canyons Literary Magazine</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zrart306/207825/</link>
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			<title>My World Today</title>
			<description>What is it I am learning today?Learning the value of minutesLearning the value of rear window ethicsLearning that the winds of despair cannot be stoppedLearning that the value of values cannot be taught, only soldLearning that the value of dreams can now be measuredLearning..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zrart306/204122/</link>
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			<title>Tears of Sorrow</title>
			<description>The martyr of the Nile speaks tounges in the rainAnd the Mannequins walk outside to speak your nameWhile your on the next train to see the advisorsThat will try to speak to you so plainBut you find out you have nothing to looseAnd you decide to choose What's good for youAnd refuse the ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zrart306/204118/</link>
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			<title>Sex Sells</title>
			<description>Tired of visual zombiesTaking stockPoisonIntellectStarving Souls&amp;nbsp;Naked MindsFlauntingExposedTo media masses&amp;nbsp;Capitalist pimpsSelfishSellingSex for obedience&amp;nbsp;Free of corporate facismLiberalKnowledgeOf love and peace</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zrart306/203551/</link>
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			<title>A Parking Lot</title>
			<description>ClimbingWindngHills and stepsTiredRelievedWoefulOf TasksThay lay aheadA crisp and cold chillSurrounds meBut I carry shieldsOf sweaters and scarvesThe lot holdsEndless rowsof an infiniteAmount ofMetalOilRubberThat has no endUntil ownersof autosFlee with the..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zrart306/203536/</link>
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			<title>Try not to look my way</title>
			<description>When you wake todayTry not to look my wayLast night you dressed up labelsin bulletproof vestsTo use them and protect A transparent messThat is your knowledge Of my universeTry not to be So unsureWhen you look towards your religionAs a flawless institution..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zrart306/179832/</link>
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			<title>Only When You See Her</title>
			<description>Only when you see herThen you may somehow fathom the ardorThat my heart deeply harborsOnly when you see herThe veracity is clearAs if there is none to fearOnly when you see herCan you grasp misery's truest cureAnd fathom a heart so pureOnly when you see herThat truest love ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zrart306/150205/</link>
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