notion 59.
carved from the stones
of the ancients,
the world’s wisdom
has been slowly fading
as shopping malls
get built up.
(you’ve) traded your country’s history
for some shiny buildings,
and (you) didn’t even get any
of the money.
all went to the company.
08.03.2005.
notion 60.
tell me a little,
but don’t you say everything
cause i can’t manage.
08.03.2005.
notion 61.
and in a box,
i keep them safe.
all of my dreams
are not for view.
afraid of ridicule,
so they can’t come true.
all safe in a box,
but dreams need air
to breathe, to live
lest they become
nightmares
of dreams
deferred,
the reoccurring kind.
thank you, langston.
who? you
hughes,
and the kids with
the bright eyes.
08.03.2005.
UP!::urban po'E.Tree(s) 
I’ve been looking through your posts, and I have to say you have crazy talent.
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Why thank you so much, that is so nice of you to say. Glad you’ve enjoyed my rambles and musings.
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entre vous portends mind’s view
then on type’s time
thoughts meld from skew
the scribist prints the “pi’s” contend
and I bid welcome to new thought friend
“D”
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I really enjoyed this poem esp. notion 61. Langston Hughes is one of my favorite poets, btw.
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Thank you, and yeah, Langston is pretty awesome. Glad you enjoyed.
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