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Dandy’s Poetry Rubiks Cube or ‘Hey, what now? Dandy can write poetry.’

What had initially started as a haphazard and rather addictive way to try and pass the time within class (You know, that very thing that’s trying to beat the creativity out of you.) had evolved into a hobby that I just cannot put down for the life of me. Whenever I get a powerful feeling or an intense surge of creativity that I can’t express in music or photographic form, it usually goes down as poetry.

Poet Shirt
Just let me break out the appropriate threads for this particular post …

I mean check this out :

Gaze fixed upon the white light 

Bombarded by the gamma waves 

Hands tapping to no consistent rhythm 

Blackened keys smudged by the touch

A barren mind typing down every word 

Any expression to drift past the void 

Fingers assaulting the glossy black

To cry out, to communicate. 

Now, that wasn’t so good. In fact, that was pretty amateur. I just wanted to see what I could come up with on the spot.

But it’s there. It’s pretentious. It’s cheesy enough to warrant a poet’s shirt and/or a black beret.

It’s Dandy’s poetry!

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Dandy, a slightly spiritual and shamelessly materialistic paradox of a person, posts a handful of meek blog entries reflecting upon his daily experiences, scatterbrained thoughts and/or all types of crazy crap.

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