Monthly Archives: February 2014

  1. left brainer

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    February 27 by The Running Son

    left brainer my attempt to venn diagram both our eyes crossed some line it seems, thought i’d found common ground, …
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  2. Love in Motion


    February 26 by The Running Son

    Love in Motion Love is elation. Love does pine. Love is the station I wait at, the line on the …
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  3. For god so

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    February 26 by The Running Son

    For god so loved the pearl that he created a land and sea world forgotten, made sediments to settle slow …
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  4. din of tin

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    February 25 by The Running Son

    din of tin like a varmint, like some sun fried desert hermit rat, whiskers sifting sands guiding skilled digits affixed …
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  5. φ philia φ

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    February 20 by The Running Son

    Originally posted on The RunningFather Blog:
    Helping Hands by Donna Blackhall click4source ? ? φ philia φ Brothers us, arm and arm,…

  6. The A.R.E.


    February 20 by The Running Son

    The A.R.E. Authentic Religious Experience the A R E indicative of my present plurality, that I cannot just be, not …
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  7. manic in sting

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    February 18 by The Running Son

        manic in sting And it wont stop I’m throwing myself off A scorpion in sting A God constellating …
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  8. ̊Running ̊Son Poems collection pt. 19


    February 17 by The Running Son

        -• ö.tH(ink)Mÿstiç •- Here’s the best of my unpublished poetry over last week or two. Part 19. Love …
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  9. ~unelect

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    February 15 by The Running Son

    unelect   my felt idealism’s a bitch just after sunset. sorry cat. cant attend your golden brothel renaissance. sorry bra. …
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  10. the picnic ━♡━>

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    February 14 by The Running Son

        the picnic ━♡━>   I have waited for you. I have tended the grass in the meadows. I …
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  11. through wine country°

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    February 13 by The Running Son

    through wine country° in 64 the boys all went east to meditate with levitators. in 65 our van toppled like …
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  12. Hike

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    February 13 by The Running Son

    Hike     I am the sage that mints the sand. I am the sandal that tramples the sage. I …
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  13. stoned ··^v

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    February 12 by The Running Son

    stoned ··^v we all agreed he was a strange bird and among the bobbing heads I wondered if anyone else thought …
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  14. Much I’ve Dreamed ··☆··


    February 12 by The Running Son

        Much I’ve Dreamed ··☆·· i’ve so much to learn much i’ve learned to bear seems unfair to live …
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  15. Metro-sek-shual?

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    February 11 by The Running Son

        Metro-sek-shual? I can guarantee that you’ve never seen lean cut lines like these. Believe me—I’ve got contrasts enough …
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  16. No more valentine····♡··


    February 10 by The Running Son

        No more valentine····♡·· No more valentine No more eyes to shine No more lips to kiss No more …
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  17. The elusive Music of Spheres……۝

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    February 10 by The Running Son

        The elusive Music of Spheres……۝ Fanatical greeks hunted to spear fitting myths from a zodiac strewn firmament, & …
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  18. Skylab Forty····Ø

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    February 9 by The Running Son

        Skylab Forty····Ø The Devil spoke, and said, ‘the blood in your eyes will be measured’, so we assumed …
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  19. mucked up?

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    February 7 by The Running Son

        mucked up? Steeped in a tar pit? Mired in gut checks? Bearing a fear child? Creative upsets? Try …
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  20. ♈ of ways to escape


    February 6 by The Running Son

    ♈ of ways to escape it’s pristine how you glass, mirror a sky most hemispheres speed to and claim for …
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