Micheal Valencia Poems

Forever in the present,
Held vicariously in centrifugality
Between the future and the past,
Between established philosophy
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wont you come dance
with me to this music
[resonating from our
warmly devoted hearts]
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''This is your erudition? '
Life,
with the utmost asperity,
inquires of Petrulous the Ghost...
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My honeysuckle, baby.
Baby, you’re my honeysuckle.
You’re my Honeysuckle Baby.
My Honeysuckle Baby, baby.
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'The fault, my dear Brutus,
lies not in our stars but in ourselves...'

- From 'Julius Caesar'
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I saw my blood the other day:
The wound was inflicted by a
Sharp object to the upper part of my arm,
The lower part of my shoulder;
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Feeling isn’t the inside of the hand
but the outer skin
the flesh bone friction
Everything external
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See them all rush from the doors of the train,
They push in half-aggression trying to get where
they need to go, but no ill-will:
Some plod up the stairs, some move truckingly
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Grasping just to hold,
naive hands renouncing the recondite
equation which forms a material existence—
embracing simply the form which confronts its attention.
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I

To write this: To be writing absolutely nothing but to feel so much.
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