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    dotsJournal: ANZAC Memorial dots
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    Mood: The Usual

    In memory of my granddad (R.I.P.) who served with the USAFFE in WW2, Korea, and Vietnam this ANZAC weekend.



    Lest We Forget.

    ...Created 2009-04-24 16:23:30

    dotsJournal: Hello My Childdots
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    Mood: Sentimental Journey

    ...Created 2009-04-13 22:51:54

    dotsJournal: More Postsdots
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    Mood: The Usual

    I am experimenting with presenting poetry via youtube for an added

    experiential dimension. Hope you have some time to check out the newest postings. Four poems are broadcasting live atm. Please leave some feedback when you get the chance. Thanks dear friend.

    &feature=channel_page



    ...Created 2009-03-28 22:32:20

    dotsJournal: Moment's Hesitadots
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    Mood: Juggling Tasks

    -tion. Another trial broadcast. In this one a frenetic blend of text, footage, and audio-backing ambient sounds. Hopefully the blend brings together the poem. For want of a suitable and willing reader it is as yet voiceless, just words in print on a screen... not for too long I hope. Enjoy and share your feedback. Thanks.
    &feature=channel_page

    ...Created 2009-03-25 05:13:33

    dotsJournal: Moment's Hesitadots
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    Mood: Guess what!?

    -tion. Another trial broadcast. In this one a frenetic blend of text, footage, and audio-backing ambient sounds. Hopefully the blend brings together the poem. For want of a suitable and willing reader it is as yet voiceless, just words in print on a screen... not for too long I hope. Enjoy and share your feedback. Thanks.

    <object width="660" height="525"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/Xr6i0K74Gfc&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x006699&color2=0x54abd6&border=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/Xr6i0K74Gfc&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x006699&color2=0x54abd6&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="660" height="525"></embed></object>

    ...Created 2009-03-25 05:10:56

    dotsJournal: Sound recordingdots
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    Mood: The Usual

    Experimenting with sound recordings with the help of friends. I am finding that this adds an extra dimension to creating new writing - verse spoken aloud makes all the difference, so it seems. Here's an initial link. Hopefully more and better will arise from this trial:

    ...Created 2009-03-22 05:22:56

    dotsJournal: Grief&Mourningdots
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    Mood: Sigh...

    A friend and mentor never let on for years ailments that finally led to his demise. Last week his battle was finally over. And now it is time to mourn.

    ...Created 2009-03-15 06:44:34

    dotsJournal: PoetryPostulatedots
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    Mood: I won!

    Everything is a metaphor;
    everything a clue.
    One and one not always two.
    Nothing is ever disconnected
    each reality is true.

    ...Created 2009-03-06 10:15:22

    dotsJournal: Achh...dots
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    Mood: Knackered

    Modular Nonconformity

    Never too early, never too late;
    Life can be a heaped-up plate.

    Today you are comfy, tomorrow, lost;
    Yesterday's loss determines the cost.

    The future disguises no blemishes.
    Hope's a parachute that never vanishes.


    `

    ...Created 2009-03-04 10:51:17

    dotsJournal: If 2:24dots
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    Mood: Thinking...

    If language is culture, then to make others learn our language is to force them into our culture(?).

    ...Created 2009-02-25 11:28:36

    Be kind, take a few minutes to review the hard work of others <3
    It means a lot to them, as it does to you.

    Commencement written by Ramneet
    Love and Solitaire written by HisNameIsNoMore
    To the Epilogue written by HisNameIsNoMore
    The Search written by HisNameIsNoMore
    Limbo written by HisNameIsNoMore
    Sunt Mala Quae Libas written by MyPeriodical
    Be Free written by hybridsongwrite
    Born of the Mouth written by MyPeriodical
    Dirge of Nostalgia written by HisNameIsNoMore
    Convergence written by HisNameIsNoMore
    Skulls Beyond the Palisade written by HisNameIsNoMore
    Genesis written by saartha
    4th Season of Vivaldi written by HisNameIsNoMore
    Tides of Man written by HisNameIsNoMore
    When Crows Tick on Windows written by metallichick786
    In My Head written by faideddarkness
    May 31 2018 written by Chelebel
    You Make Me speechless written by elephantasia
    ME written by jjd
    untitled written by Chelebel
    Faith In Line written by MyPeriodical
    Watch them Die written by HisNameIsNoMore
    Incubus written by monad
    All Time Low written by Janesaddiction
    This written by Chelebel
    Stretto written by saartha
    Wasps written by Wolfwatching
    In the Mouth of Elysium written by HisNameIsNoMore
    Cage written by distortedcloud
    By the bar written by expiring_touch

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