Poetry
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Soul is the furniture in my waiting room: barbed wire argyle couch, end tables made of MG wire hubcaps, a 60 watt brown sugar lamp with chain mail pull cord—overheated into molasses puddle, drained into ears and nose, a terrible head col...
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yesterday, I came across the distant valley we once fell upon each other; where the good earth; curved to the shape of your mouth, still glistens as it did that day—oh, how I remember you, so silent without gesture, giving thanks to the infant ...
the deceit, the fraud, and the na...
the rounding of the curve the angle of the cornering there was an imperfection in your stride, a certain swerve not the ambling of relaxed inhibition, but an intentional resetting of your course the belie-ing of the origin&n...
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Perfect relationships exists in heaven When I walk into the bizarre Avoiding conflict with a full time job The character becomes you We’re a revolving door trading in shadows for the ghost of Einstein but the glass is on the outsid...
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Make the light/break the hieroglyph falling instead an angel Boys through girls in secret codes in shape twisted Almost terror and hallway alone Party night/spring rite assassination submerged Tigers in afterthought or days of the week Killi...
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Things are swept to the side marginalized One could consider the alternative alive, instead of wandering too Seeing around suspects one a thousand daggers alike preparing upstart covers cloning networks along the road Practiced guilt&n...
About King Lous XVI of France and...
God, help us, we are too young to reign. We were thrust upon this world not yet ready for its harsh tounge and ugly face Father, help us, we are too young to reign. Come back so I will not have this burden Mother, why did you concieve me? ...
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Long ago my love I said with no hesitation but only do kings and queens find shelter in ignorance you replied and many ships will find their way to shore but never leave Another halo descends on an ungrateful head....
when I was mad and tore apart a f...
It falls apart so easily Gentle at the seams I took out the middle and tore it apart Scattered, misused, destroyed Too angry to compromise, walk away, endlessly...
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The king laughs at his kingdome But not at what he has created The absence of in the civilians creats thge guant stars "Wretched," he screams "the stars do not smile like they used to."...
one midnight night where I could ...
She consumes her self with body and soul Over used and tired of the same lifeless heavens She hides beneatha hollow and synthetic night endused by false realities And the disordered exsistance on the floor Surpressing the actualit...
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Creature, I have you Creature, I have you in memory Creature, I want to be lost in the ocean Creature, you are unfamiliar Creature, I tried ...
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The well suited space invader does indeed know what time it is "time is precious" he/she/it whispers to the ground And 3,000 apple blossoms burst from the ground Each one encased in their own glass atmosphere for future reference "Better thi...
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Djambi rock song from back in the day. (Loveless and bleeding ) Sadness and madness, angry at the world, for the pearl of wisdom has been lost for you. Loveless and bleeding, I lost the need for...
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for thisyou must take care of and protect good thingsyou cannot hold things that you love at arms lengthfor once you realize this is what you are doingthey will be goneyou can say the angry words that need outyou cannot say them again and againyou ca...
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i had a dream last night that we were fine better than fine - we were perfect and i knew in that distant soft place that we were meant to be and then i woke up and fell hard back to my bed i cried fast i cried cold tears and i ...
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Word to the the people of the world It’s in our water, as a loving Father (Or Bodhisattva) comes down to us From the skies, formed of his designs, By gravity of grace, here to remind Unblind, and hydrate all that has dried Into a realit...
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What is there to say for rub- bing the end of your prick till you hear the sound of the next room and you are trying to get your semi e- rect dick e- rect and not listen to some one o- pening the fridge f...
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My window is the matte of night sky, the top of trees in its edge. A speck of light glides across. ...
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Silent brutal beauty, spin brothers and sisters; infinite twins of the sky with the same cold fiber between their frozen spines, and wet legs. Unique fingerprints, snowflake finger tips. Clouds and bitter cold are the most creative of nature...
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Look out the window I want to fly But I’m in this fish tank (this is not mine No this is yours) You left it here When you took me out of the water I was gasping for air (I was fighting for my right to live) No, I am not bitter You ta...
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Sylvia wanted the ocean The ocean didn't want her It chewed her up and spat her out like a piece of meat that's too spoiled to stomach Death came to her as a sunrise ends But she was accepting She was at an equalibrium with death...
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This glamor and bullshit is nothing but a tool shed,is force fed with lies and deception , feel like am in a permanent inception, this life has become an obsession.am a dying conception an abortion after birth created for e...
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waves of assumed feeling lap up on the shores of my skin beating on my sternum like a drum and the wispy air brushes my white body illuminated by the fluorescent light in a room filled with smoke and cigars....
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somewhere under my eyes is the wrinkly muscle where the way i live love and function reside. i am a professional drinker of tea and expert of feeling sun hit my skin and chest. i have gotten watching the stars down to a fine art. and the only ...
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we are passionate. we are no longer entangled in the connections of all the world. we peel back each others complexions and perplexualitys. we walked to Spain. we smiled at the three story flower pot no one had ever laid the dirty littl...
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I lie awake in a fever dream that familiar smell reminds me of my old friend. we had a love affair with life once and I had one with many others I was locked up for ten years or more in my mind. we unfolded our blankets a few to many times an...
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