PILAR ELIZABETH POEARTiculate.: Archive

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Ethnically Blue.

I speak strictly of a problem. The delineation of payroll/bank account (actor) juxtaposing the implications of scene. Scene being set to incite the critical thought process’ regarding emo-based perceptions of morality. Because, ultimately—no matter how the story seems to be told, it ultimately has little to do with the creators true notions of guilt. If the maker of a grossly earning film...

Jan 28th

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“Let them have Healthcare.”

– Pi.

Sep 24th

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Jul 14th

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apropos.

a perfect cup of coffee an equally apropos mug push scents up & swirling towards an infinite form of horizon; these lines—we make up: with eyes, make sense of all; these angles… perspectives pulsing… crossing: swing like Tarzan upon ropes of binding particles from see to shining sea

Apr 10th

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“The past waits for no body, the past is but an image. One view, from one...”

– pilar elizabeth

Mar 19th

“Your peace will come when you choose peace.”

– pilar elizabeth

Mar 19th

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los angeles, aubade you fair well

Thick molten snake’s coiling and crossing himself compounded across the southerly valleys; unraveling, thinning, misted coastal and mountain ranges as Luna reaches silvered sliver higher — still. Mother spreads herself black. Filial veins of light driving her. Not a living camera can capture the images, in justice. Boy do they try.

Dec 17th

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Intelligent Design

God, I love days of feline fancy. One day without work and school is cancelled on account of a greater plan. My time spent hopping along the border of writing my final and whimsy; swimming lapses from laptop to showers head, stopping the bath to perfume my feet, shaving other places twice is nice. Apple lotion and dressing upon the slow crackling hearth because we can’t afford to clean our ducts...

Dec 17th

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Dec 17th

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WHILE POURING MR.BUBBLES INTO A WARM BATH

I wish we didn’t need a heart to live he speaks… why? Because I don’t ever want us to die -he says with sudden tears in his eyes. How do we die? i’m not sure… i’m still trying to figure that one out. Is it because we get sick? sometimes, or old… i think our thoughts just go somewhere else, is all. like when someone goes and you can’t see them because they are away, but you still know them. I...

Oct 15th

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I Write.

I write in response to the words of others. My madness is not self conspired, it breeds With the connective nature of this world. Your feet speak to me in two-step forward Patterns; and their counter. I dance with you In the silent recess of a girl’s voice projecting Her eyes upon the world.

Mar 19th

“Even the articulate or brutal sounds of the globe must be all so many languages...”

– St. Paul

Mar 19th

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Touching softly his thin delicately

sleeping arm, fluid— the arm like tenderness drawn out of soul cupping dovechild -sleeping- -evoking this traveling tendernest. Awe found, nestled wove-in length of armwing’s fibrous, clean, soft, featherskin. Un-writ. In. A humming birdsong inside… locked beauty -You- an un-writ key. Tiny dove am not I? Good enough to capture tenderly The essence of what it is to Love— for that lies...

Dec 24th

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While I was (getting) busy-- looking for (The)...

“I have recently considered colloquialism as cannibal— This method of communion; bringing some of uscloser while it is simultaneously tearing u s a ll a part.” -alixa meli. With in Language— are many hidden languages defined by the speaking interests and values. We no longer say how it is, relying in stead, upon self-defined perceptions of Truth. We stand behind...

Dec 19th

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god.

You that is my mother And my father— My house, home and garden— You— that is— my raging seas blows in bubbles— life with planets as bodies/core— You— whom houses me Realize me On levels far beyond these I am able to comprehend of You— whom is— my house, home and garden—...

Dec 13th

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This vehicle runs on caffeine... coffee is my...

Swallow. Fresh sweet cup of poe Ive heard its Addict ive heard Its addict ive Heard its addict Ive heard its Addictive Like a fresh cup of joe There was fire on the horizon at dusk today… PowderSugared Purple mountains OilPainted Steely grey clouds Heavy Soaked with silver rain… soon to be Snow And an inch or so of flame, in-be-sandwiched-tween burning the horizon out in shades of...

Dec 12th

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Griffith Park.

i wake up this morning to find my midnightblue car splattered in white paint or is it snow ? tiny white dots like powdered sugar on a chocolatecarcake i touch them and am momentarily inclined to lick my finger - all that remains of ten thousand trees charred white confetti launched from the tinderbox heart of Los Angeles down of Angels feathers 40 miles enroute to find me the whole county is...

Dec 11th

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RantIn Weather.

sometimes I just wish the weather would shift gears— returning long forgotten memories— tossed coins in well and something happens— the chill of you th returns (with thoughts and eyes upon)— the sound of fall -in leaves- crunch beneath me— feet on long walks home with feathers— tripping on cracks in concrete image s of pools and tiny streams— making their...

Dec 9th

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SOUNDS

Synthetic sounds are invasive: penetrative and One must be willing to take them in picture This: a man embracing His Woman a man—letting the muse In elusively that digital soul coursing through making networks of movement and you Are the sun the stars and the water molecules are all dancing along Acoustic sounds are embracive: they comfort You let you ride on the tangibility—the...

Nov 14th

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Acraze.

THIS infatuate, like, part of me is you and in pursuit of fuel Im AFlame aborning absolution ABlaze within concentric rings aflame—aside you sun I aclastic moon just beyond view at the seam of our horizon present manifest invisible orbit spinning constant chasing your pull, im drawn— ink from well destined to taint the sky darkness, beyond, beauty, i want you TO SEE what lays beyond...

Aug 28th

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