S.L. Newman opens her uncensored psyche to public view in a crisply
devine way. Often the tone of her work is that of modern gay irony.
Her vision focuses on validating the cultural experiences of gay
(GLBT)
people. She writes from her home town in Anchorage, Alaska. Her
credits include: The Verse Marauder, "Macho Hotel,"(pending) and
Wordslaw.blogspot.com, "Closer Apart."
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Mega Collection
Sophisticated passion I strive alone
A cause and effect echoing sound
Beautiful night, isn't it?
Romanticized images that now exist
No human beings for miles around
Living La Dolce Vita upside down
Entering a ravine the trees blowing
Repeat occurances a showpiece
Orbiting each other the planets whirled
Like epic pro****tions of an Horatian Ode
No man can comprehend this galactic giant
Through the centuries rip 'round the planet
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Broken Thoughts
A bouquet of cigarette butts
Detained for one night let it rain
A dive hotel room, it=92s not much
Obscurity in the night scene
Hostile people will appear to me
Obstacles to anonymous bliss
Breaking vases in the doorway
Action suspended, best wishes
No one has noticed =92till finally
Architectural fragments of dust
I really want minds in harmony
No oasis of ungratefulness
Vani****ng point straight or obliquely
Such a dense city, to put it briefly
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The Optimist
Special access at one with the sun
Solar eclipse a giant eye
Auspicious occasion short duration
Night orchard of raw white
In a daze in thousands of ways
Inanimate targets path of doom
Sunless afternoon fades gradually
Death of two brothers really random
Restless heart third world Middle Eastern
Unconsolable lovers fill this room
Vain lunatic constantly outre
Fire up make them all go boom
He who desires simply to survive
Who knows twelve imams miracles arise
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And Tomorrow
Danger is part of the ***ual excitement
Sounds like static Thunder and lightning
Drowning supreme simply because
An enigma How closeted he was
Looking at a landscape three dimension
Rebalancing his orientation
Let us escape never again
Ejected back to our origin
Force field What else can explain it?
Who knew what he's really dealing with?
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Team Slayer
Paintball shot to the groin
Fallen warrior not for prime time
Get out of my face watch your aim
Kiss my ass it's part of the game
Take off your mask rampage uproar
Protect me from this provocateur
Like BLAM! Double jab rein supreme
Nice one, wake up from your dream
In real life let's just be friends
Later mate, horseplay weekends
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With/Without
An awkward silence a dead doorbell
Visionary hustler a picture of himself
Click click click and when I looked again
Devine impression sucks you right in
The undraped benefit of male anatomy
Alleviates suffering with a flavor of parody
52, stache, a hairy chest
Too vivid a thing in the flesh
What would put stars in your eyes?
Sterile pleasures I now realize
Significant setback I'm talking to you
Just beyond the backyard a dark view
Tranquil the monument on his tomb
Artificial flowers chromatically subdued
No sense of drama Nothing spectacular
He didn't deny it He was an amateur
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Fight Club
It's only a game he's a killer alright
Fiery muchacho finds expression tonight
Out-of-bounds on this brigade
React! In the middle of war invade
Friendly fire all it takes to survive
Enthralled and entertained you feel alive
Blunt force trauma perfectly legal
The extent of my pride, the thrill it's real
I feel pain and pleasure, I might add
I love you, I hate you, I adore you, Comrade
Express yourself all things being equal
Trapped! Dangerous, dangerous move sequel
Recon armor, a manly existence
Missed his mark from a distance
For a moment let's be kind
Depth of pain dominates the mind
Rite of manhood easy comradery
No Bro, listen my friend, I was lucky
Sma****ng chairs mastering the technique
It's not a walk in the park for the weak!
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Test Pilot
At night moving under water
The rocks keep orbiting each other
Lifeless colors a constant flicker
But really wasn't a clear picture
Fasten your seat belts a change of course
Having no option but bravely explore
Lovely thoughts they don't exist
An addict in bondage in essence
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Simply Because
A high-pitched man's voice softer in tone
Not so loud this can't go on
An effeminate walk in the meantime
My boy Brendon views the skyline
Back to your desk that's right, run
Indelicate comments and more to come
Chambray ****rt he stands erect
Deluding himself gaining their respect
How to evolve it wearing tinted lenses
Subtle sabotage happy ending
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