Avatar by Materurbium June 2011 Preface This book is about following art and inspiration.

For musicians that means recording what you hear. For painters that means putting the brush where you see. If youre a writer, you write. You follow what you feel because the words that come in those moments give meaning to everything around you. About the poems in this book When I started writing these poems I didnt know where they were headed. There were no themes or symbols. I wrote down some words, Id continue with whatever else came. In the best cases the words would start to chain together and develop into an idea or description by the end. I didnt see most of them coming. When a piece was finished I immediately wanted to reword it and clean it up to make more sense out of it. There were misspellings, nouns used as adjectives, words that werent even words. I wasnt sure it was readable. So I would write and rewrite the poems until Id rewritten them to death and zapped any energy they had when they came out the first time. So I went back to my original notebooks and copied those poems as they were written in those moments. Those are the words youll read here. They had a better sense of where they were going and what they would eventually be than I did. Last thing Ill say is this: Do everything you can to do whatever it is you love. Don't listen to anybody. Each person has a calling. Follow your ideas and passions through. And youll inspire others to do the same. 1/17

Hope you enjoy this book. If you want, feel free to reach me with a comment at my site or send this PDF to anyone you think might enjoy it. Thank you for reading, Materurbium
1. Tell me when a woman kills ........................................................................... 3 2. Once one day, square school friends ............................................................. 4 3. To last hands in the last hands box ................................................................ 5 4. Whats your one thing you see? ..................................................................... 5 5. Reading for the book...................................................................................... 6 6. My head or my new body ............................................................................... 7 7. Where's new as king ...................................................................................... 8 8. Stilled to last from honesty ............................................................................. 9 9. It's in your ear to become a man .................................................................. 10 10. Isnt this just what we see? .......................................................................... 11 11. Better than a highway, water unlearns ......................................................... 12 12. Bird down from nature.................................................................................. 13 13. I knew the people on my troop ..................................................................... 14 14. Every can kid is productive .......................................................................... 15 15. A plane, a plane in the middle of the sky ...................................................... 16 16. Every day takes time.................................................................................... 17

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1. Tell me when a woman kills

Tell me when a woman kills a pig how its blue and then a slight pink career. One eye is a trooper as it hangs and one hand to proper soft on babys born and how green and piglets New Jersey. I was a loser, and now thats not a loser. Thats a tendency and a partner. Theres so little to liking this, and so prone. Its to death for death. And death is happy, smiles all its life for life.

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2. Once one day, square school friends

Once one day, square school friends over religious friends, people over country, age over debate, square over neat design, tan over shook. New fill, add life from me, a man who came from who wrote it. What comes over by me but a new square, not a range. Once its flare, now its multiple languages. For every each and whole, my full broke and harvests, the return of winter writing. Only now there's a chance the books will read.

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3. To last hands in the last hands box

To last hands in the last hand box that want to hold once what weve created. It was under what we knew. Love and grace once, now just two. Our son was not as black as that. Once written for one choice now written for another. 4. Whats your one thing you see?

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Whats your one thing you see? Thats yours here. And that you love and the energy. You can figure it out. Its your love. Most people dont have that about anything. 5. Reading for the book

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Reading for the book, barn to red proof. Blue light fit to crude and cruel what fruits are there to cold and sink. Is there a dark tradition in records that fill themselves? Is something up? By morning born fruit gels by you. Not turning to shade, not riching to grip, not creasing or swissing, but Melvin in a tip or set crews wisping gray fells on stands down the same shrinks as a month ago. Fruits and fruits. Over and over. Fruits running. Fruits cut from proof. Sons of fruit flies. All fruits. All delighting the fan. 6. My head or my new body

My head or my new body. My near reach to a double my head. My new glass, all of future still reminds me a hammer. Still bed on wet, still occult sleep. Once near kind on dammit. Once on over and killproof. Fronter based on attic. A killer fronted on magic. I'm free over the mice.

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7. Where's new as king

Wheres new as king, king on thinking, king on time to near new? Once away on God, now to square. No new left in thoughts, but near clear now, a summer on. New on thoughts. A new care. A new journey. Once. One onethousand. Once.

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8. Stilled to last from honesty

Stilled to last from honesty. Dandelion hands backed in paper. Screaming to shape gospel, to house hope. Hope to pet bricks and tell Tommy. Lead with dynamite motion. Make fair. Then spill glass. Leave wet there.

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9. It's in your ear to become a man

Its in your ear to become a man. A man is to his heart, but not murderous. A master/slave, a moving walker not possessed by square from black mixes. Master and slave, free man and mystery, both run underground and above, each tracking to the same lake. Each coming to, and fit to crime.

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Isnt this just what we see?

Isnt this just what we see? Im not nailing ahead. Im not forcing or gracing or shocking anybody. Just my hands or dream that there is skill and each skill on its hand, in thought or in future time, not shooing or tri-betaing. I thought all of you over and over. A plan that happens or poof to have never happened.

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Better than a highway, water unlearns

Better than a highway, water unlearns, unsinks, develops or queers light, or violents black and sails Kato. Writing as unusual is its plant. Bell glass, 14:59 bell glass, coward this right to living, near-lame "believer". There is just one good and that's the memory of bear. Make me paint "Ill just have".

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Just somehow is hearing. This is an ocean truck. No veteran ground but believer in rolling row, in very row. This is blood. Can this live like water? 12. Bird down from nature

Bird down from nature, but two in the away bush tweet calls to money. Cut away from birds to bet. In the by bush is past, by and again a choice. My fingers around a brown swatch ticked from nature. I'm holding what it can before it can. What I have in my hand came from here. I was a scout and its founder.

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I knew the people on my troop

I knew the people on my troop maxing on one piece of paper, maxing all dears on her fruity mentioning place. It was as if a lightning bolt was coming down slowly. Ive never seen so slowly like that, slowly fear, like never before. It was as if a prayer would new unique world. Its tremble new fears where we would only fear once. Where we would slowly fear breeze for its food fall.

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Every can kid is productive

Every can kid is productive. Look at princes. Man still slips core to friendly, or occur science, silence, and maths. Every can kid is do as produce, production, prover, laster, fill lock at prince. More still slips once man saw lock it. It was providence, once saw locket on the range. Once as swords, of balls to forward its his. I am watching the still hear of grace. Whats guts for your love? Whats guts for your place

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and purpose? I dont know yet, but Im sure what Im watching is great and its to score one lifetime. 15. A plane, a plane in the middle of the sky

A plane, a plane in the middle of the sky. Trees from the woods towering a moving place. I'm the chance to do it. To place across the picture, access to this picture, sky and woods. There's form. I'm the chance to do it.

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Every day takes time

Every day takes time. Every hour requires freedom. Honesty and notes are not required, and I dont want to be obsessed with this but it's 12. The church bells are ringing. Every day requires time. Not to inhabit the once road but to skill and practice. Men who run and inherit are racing. Aggressive men. Precision men.

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