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Sit Back and Enjoy the Show
The play of your life Continues unrehearsed Fate is the director But you have plans of our own You (The Protagonist) Are stranded With only scraps of plot The script is impulsively ad-libbed Except for a few self-rehearsed plot twists The supporting cast of characters Differ with relevancy and appearance over time You hope the…
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For You To Live With
Torn about and washed by turbine heaven, We are flipped snaps, Vignettes someone watches. Newspapers whip about our ankles, Trying to tear us. Consonants claw us; vowels violate us. The late hour cloud our response, blue to black. Just this once let’s not talk. And, May sparkling stars embrace us with tender years. These predictable…
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Dilation
Downward spiraling, and much to be said about the endless rains The heaven bound will be back, I have no opinion on whether better off (again?) Because I’ve just arrived, am still coming and still searching for a way here Infinite and humbled, I, Bound and liberated by myself, and other The only meaning of…
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Return to Sender
Profound thought without reason like government without treason or weather without the season changing as the wind does cause the breeze loves its freedom as I once did before back then before when after gin i have found myself once again
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SEE THOSE SHACKLES COULDN’T HOLD ME DOWN AND NEITHER COULD A MAN SO I DIPPED INTO THE GRIND JUST TO EXECUTE MY PLAN KEEP MY FOCUS ON THE PAPER GET THIS MONEY IM NO DUMMY SOMETIMES THE HATERS COME ALONG THEY BE SAD AND LOOKIN BUMMY JUST WHEN THINGS ARE LOOKIN UP GOD SMACKED ME…
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Just Listen
i wish i could take back everything you believe I did wrong. The mismangement of your feelings and pain reeling around in this circle. being hurtful was not my goal. There were never petty arguments or time spent being mad….just time spent being loving and laughing. And then it happened. Uncertainty, broke in and I…
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Poetry Anthology
a junk man whirligig all packaged in black carpetbagger moveable type suitcase from Mardi Gras to coup de tat fat Tuesday colored beads crucified neck his flower power hair tête-à-tête the lady standing reading Bukowski knew his archetype a legend a mystery tarnished silver gargoyles enlarged ring finger boneskullery signs of the cross continue to…
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Ana
??I remember the bitter taste of the pills rammed down our young throats. Our peers were getting thrills from ecstasy, whilst we were in agony, the ironic mirroring did not slip past me. The angels in white coats found their calling in saving our fragile perceptions. El diablo, and his henchman diagnosis, dealt in our…
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The Paraclete and the Dove
Ashes to ever. I stain the sheets with you. Almond eyes that you bring to the shadows lighten our efforts. We join, taxing the reserve that luxuriates our limbs. Afterwords the dryness is gone. The rumpled mess created is pillaged time well spent. The air singes my brow and wisps at the papers discarded on…
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At the Beginning of a New Beginning
Sometimes the exact science of knowing is left in the desert with no way out. Daybreak is here with the possibility of being more than a measurement. Beasts, food, and foes come and go as we, learning to call the things we see, grapple with intangible life: when in the beginning all words were shaped…