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AGE: 40
LOC: Davis, CA
GEN: Male
LAST LOGIN: November 13

I have been a writer for a very long time.  It became my place of refuge, very early in life….A place i could create…imagine, give life to.  As I grew older, the things I began to notice day to day, the themes became darker…as did the impact upon me.  I started as a short story fiction writer…and later in my late teens developed a taste for poetry, or prose.  I feel comfortable writing this now, it is the “street” style for me.  I appreciate any time you take to review or even look at my work.  I hope that someone, somewhere, can hear the voice, and take something of value from it.

Cheers.

Steve

for samples of my other artistic works…
www.myspace.com/imagevoxstudio

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Version 1
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So here it is, and it is fucking on. Seriously senseless, fucking dawn, of another morning, of a familiar time... a dream, a reflection, a yet to be committed crime. I love everything I have committed to, and buy. I dream it all... have seen it all... miss it all, certainly, nothing more than a waste of time. a brief breath, an afterthought, a motion, without motion... a feeling without feeling... another moment... stripped away. She laughs at me, and strikes me... she strikes my fancy, no lo...
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Version 2
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So here i am again, another sadistic saint... praying and faltering at the alters of the corporate gods. you are too noble, fair prince, to live within thier sour existance. you stay to save the weak who watch you fall, alone... in the end.
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Journal, Diary, & Blogging / the dying...breed.
Version 1
6 Reviews   0 Comments
the dying...   we all live to some extreme we all feel we all love we all try we spin our bottles, and we make our choices we live with it all good and bad we think we know what we want we think we can find what we need when we don't have either we suffer is this in response to our greed? we wake we sleep we (some) drink we (some) pray we all do what we think will get us through another night. we want we feel we love we spin our bottles until one of us has to get up and take a piss... i...
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Poetry / tea party
Version 1
1 Review   2 Comments
  early night tonight... listening to Scratch Acid... reflecting Charles B. thinking of an early amuzing moment... when his thoughts, and words, aligned with mine... "some people" truly i could relate... and i gave him a nod and pictured the greatest cocktail party of all time... me, hunter s., charles b., william s., kerouak, celine, salinger... JD, for balance. it would be quite a party, maybe hosted by lewis C. we would each pick a drink, and push the manic to a panic. th...
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Journal, Diary, & Blogging / a mental trip to nowhere...
Version 3
9 Reviews   7 Comments
here we go again... words falling on me racing towards me like a teen scream queens scream, jumping out at me from a "B" horror screen... words falling everywhere... falling short, as usual... words refusing to define the moment... refusing to reveal the truth... I think i am supposed to be waxing poetic, or blogging, about something significant... meaningful... yet I am newborn floating in the belly of the blogger world. is it like hip hop, or DJing? do i get a fancy new title, or ...
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Poetry / Pyrrhus
I really enjoyed this piece a lot. I would like to think someday I might have the discipline to write something so well put together and written. There are many parts to your poem I like, but non are a strong to me as this one; "Our egos fight like angry lions, tooth-scraped bone, wounding pride, balanced the power precariously." I would love to see more of your work, great job.
Young Adult / untitled novel
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Flash Fiction / Samaritan
I really like this piece. I don't know that I have anything critical of substance to offer, as I think I like this one completely, as is. It is like a photograph...a bit multidimensional...one will take from it and recognize what one needs from it...but they will take something from it...and add something, at least mentally to it, because of the way it is presented. Well done...I like it. Cheers.
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Poetry / Lost in Lunacy
I like your pace...your imagery...your lines, and your voice. "the sad song I sing Acid teardrops sting" very nice images, front to back. I would like to see more, see something that drives a little deeper. Overall, very good piece. S.