I'm Chris Milea, a 19 year old student at SUNY New Paltz. Here you can find my poetry, observations,
and any copy and pastable things I'd like to pass on. Thanks for visiting
November 22, 2009
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coming sooooon
WHAT UP
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The Requiem of Human Percussion
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jMgLmf0vjE0
daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
November 21, 2009
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This is my blog,so why not discuss things i plan to write...and discuss them like movie trailers
Can a revolution, in the absense of great men, descend from inevitable?
A passion as a piece of a man who could not be aquitted by the peace he demanded.
Truth he felt the warm palms of.
A justice fortunate to be in his path.
A novel tentatively titled The Pieces of Cory Dway
November 20, 2009
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the Weird Guy at Work contemplates the American educational system.
- Weird Guy: (walks into the back office where I am shredding) You dropped this....
- Me: That's a single shred of paper.
- Weird Guy: It was lying on the floor outside.
- Me: You gotta be kidding me.
- Weird Guy: (hands me the shred of paper, andI stuff it into a bag)
- Me: (continue to shred while the weird guy stands nearby)
- Weird Guy: .....You went to college for this.
- Me: (shredding) ....yes.
- priceless
November 19, 2009
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Audacity
Philosopher: Done that, never been there.
Soldier: Been there, never done that.
What she said: What/Where is that?
November 18, 2009
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Planet Creator
Rocks that break into smaller rocks.
No, gas.
We all learned a long time ago they’re the same fucking thing.
Different shapes for everything.
Some give a limb for copper that smells like gold,
and poaching produces ivory tusks,
watch biodivirsity die.
Rescue flares sound like
an infant crying,
earmuffs to kill it.
Pilots that remember the ground
earn merrit badges that only exist in their mind
but are more righteous then any drafted on the trees below.
God brings himself to an altar,
and stares upward with hopeful eyes.
Man remains confident in a purpose,
he personifies his world so he can
rearrange it hopeful.
Infite happens rather quickly considering the alternatives.
I present the most self centered comment of existance:
Emotion exists as a dimension
and the greatest love creates a black hole.
Einstein created the atomic bomb.
Was he a genius or an idiot?
When creating planets
i would hope to feel fate like a battery omits electricity,
like everything i had was all that was needed.
A tradgedy of ill appointed kings,
Shakespeare was a snitch.
The dormancy of a people
allowed population growth
of tall flowers
that looped around massively hydrated vines.
Choosing beauty
spoken in language created,
rocks are thrown onto controlled walls of cities
instead of attacking others.
Warring nations expand onto warring nations,
each determined to eventually create the other.
Peace is the unfortunate victim of a homophone.
They would divide everything they couldn’t steal.
Eyes to the sky, more confusion for the beast that consumed itself,
certain young people have spines of words,
they have names like Marin Luther King Jr.
don’t forget how old this planet is.
Action is relative to generations that pass in it’s absense.
A world is formed in moments,
consecutive,
accountable.
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SEQUENCE POSTING
So far:
A B pattern
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TIME IS THE VARIABLE THAT MATTERS
I haven’t been hungry since the last time i ate.
November 17, 2009
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I still cringe when i hear myself perform. Maybe one day i won’t.
Heres the Grand Slam. Props to the video makers who are anonymous to me
November 16, 2009
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Welcome to believing.
To be read in accompanyment with http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qO1g251jF2g
Green breaches of ground find you through the clouds
Accelarating like a meteor
Like a magnetic Lover.
Disintigration is a ghost story,
Fear laced perplexities
designed to keep you in your bedroom.
Hope is what the Lochness wears around it’s neck.
Faith is the jewel that hangs from it.
You slide down a glacier three miles down
Earth wishes it could remember this.
Music peels from your tongue
we should say thank you or I’m sorry,
I think it’s thank you.
How did a core of rock
spawn a surface of dreamers?
You will wish like a time bomb in your gut you could be this young again.
Welcome to believing.
All of the books will tell you
not to fear the jump.
Step.
Speak as you live.
Imagine, and then see.
There’s only one way things will happen.
