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73'Twas The Night Before Halloween
by R. Martin Basso
. ********** DISCLAIMER- The following is fiction, based upon traditional yuletide prose. This story, intended for halloween chills, and readings on other unholy nights, is not to imply that its author is... published 7 months ago
51Reconstruction
by R. Martin Basso
. THE future's rapping at our door: New York. 1924. The past, we pray, to keep at bay, Since tomorrow's world was build today. The synthesis, the self-destruction, All these ruins, for the take: Progress... published 7 months ago
63The Space Between The Two Extremes
by R. Martin Basso
. HERE I stand, Taken to heart, Convicted in part of a by a shot in the dark (!), Awaiting the fall, The letter, a call (for action ) . ALL that I touch, Yeah, all that I feel, Too good to... published 4 months ago
53Big Dogs Fall
by R. Martin Basso
. WE like to see them big dogs fall, We like to see them under dogs rise. We like to see that ripe fruit hang then spiral earth-bound to demise. We like to watch those passing people going ‘bout their gone... published 7 months ago
63Dante, Darwin, Jesus, Buddha, Allah, Nietzsche, Marx & Freud
by R. Martin Basso
. It's in our nature to have a Deathwish, (And all of us do.) We're consumed by that one thing From which none have escaped, yet All somehow hope to skillfully elude . Some die passively, Before... published 5 months ago
58Enroute To The Pawn Shop With A Single Band Of Gold To Hock
by R. Martin Basso
. YEAH , keep it secret I'm so blessed, For, I have seen the face of God! It's found upon a newborn's face, In that which is the miracle Of birth and newborn life. HOW strange it is, that Such a... published 5 months ago
57The Pigeons Of Trafalgar Square
by R. Martin Basso
. The pigeons of Trafalgar Square, Though not handsome, serve their purpose, well. South of Soho fornication's sold, to Those in need of such details. Not far off St. Paul's sells GOD, and HOPE and... published 4 months ago
62The Queen Of Highlands Ranch, Colorado
by R. Martin Basso
SO, how shall we begin ? Hmmmmm . I, the sparrow, You the archer. I soared freely, Long until I CAME upon your bow . I, the sapling, You the woodsman. I stood sturdy, Long... published 4 months ago
61The People That We Meet Along The Way
by R. Martin Basso
. TIED to an image, (A self-styled scene) With moody perfection, that's Just like James Dean. Moving to sounds of an alternate beat, that's Pounding the rhythm, Controlling your feet. Nothing is... published 4 months ago
58I Do Not Play The Games I Play Intending Any Malice
by R. Martin Basso
. WHEN we do these things we do, What thoughts are going through your mind? When we "Could've" or "Would've" or "Should've" Or, when we ‘Nineteen-Sixty-Nine'? I'VE spent some hard nights long in thought, On... published 7 months ago
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