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Pondering yonder sitting alone in littered room, stuff piled as if to hide our despair in stains on the carpet. the night we got so drunk spilling red wine on the floor like the blood that ran from my knuckles
We drowned ourselves in endless g&ts The glorious bounty of Wednesday happy hour Bathed in the light of hipster patio lighting And the faint smell of last night’s campfire So smoky I couldn’t feel your hand holding mine Our intention
I see a coincidence, A special coincidence: A center of a circle, An infinitely meeting scale That is visibly invisible And a distance too nearby to reach And a working of an unseen gyre that lets us in And puts
World seemed so calm before we met A burned soul left ashes of regret All day I have searched deep inside A glint in shadow seemed to hide This night had the wildest experience And your tantalize was more intense
When my spirit feels malnourished. Something in me finds the strength and courage To Read the word so I can help my spirit man flourish. Medicine for the people of the oppressed. Come unto me, all ye that labour and are
It’s happening again, Such unbearable pain, And if my soul is crying As my heart is breaking, then that’s fine… I’ve let so many people down, Lost so many beautiful opportunities I feel so failed and forlorn, But is that
She woke up, the little girl. Crying in bed “I want my daddy” Trembling she said Daddy’s gone long He won’t be back soon You can sleep with mommy Inside her room The girl refused Still crying for her dad
Find something you’re passionate about and let it consume you. Do not run from it. Let it keep you awake for 48 hours at a time. And while you’re running on zero sleep, create the next wonder of the world.
A carrot, you’re nibbling, yes the carrot they give a radish painted red, but not very deep deceiving ourselves we’re enduring the taste. Lets pursue the real before it extincts. This is the life, live it man. This is the
“State the fact,” he tells the board; “announce mid- morning without warning; too late then to retaliate; say, ‘times change – so on your way; redundancy accompanies age.’” Walks easy through his fortress-grounds of trip- alarms and snarling hounds. Youthful
I watch storm clouds drag themselves over broken city skylines. Listen to their thundering hearts, beat the promise of the malign. The frigid touch of rain, falling from a million hollow eyes. I wait and wish for my demise. In
To delegate death, a mirror condenses the human sorrow with an unclouded penury. The suffering competes with debt and pain, to find the difference between just and unjust. Prayer was not the full answer to cross the beyond of starvation.
A harsh reality, Created me. Resulted me to be like this, To be captivated here. But all I wanted, Was to be free. A moment like this, Was never cherished by me. Because there was a thing, Deep inside of
Able and ready time to move Beat of your own, find the right groove Chatter and friendship, have a drink Diet forthcoming on the brink Echoed faith, stare straight above Fireworks and cupid perfect love Guitar strings and rasp whispered
Wanted to pay, Debts of gratitude. There was a call from evergreens, He was not ready to go. Standing in pit of snakes, He was preparing himself for a random fang. Throat like a blue-bird, Waiting for a song. The
flowers sighted jade my guided friend of age gone eludness pree of sallon confided mischief and the mire tango’d ego of the jauntily fallow with heaven’s burning ire into quoless epiphanic fire pluperfect in headdress gethered teak for mine twill heavenly
Heaven is a gate of truthful bliss! Enchanted kingdom of People of God, Fascinating lights of happiness. Heaven welcomes different blood, No more pains and tasteful odd. Heaven is a promise for someone who has faith. Everyone will taste the
During the time before television came to our home, My dad sat there in his car on a dark Southern night. And I was somewhere close by, enjoying a wonderful Game of Major League Baseball on the radio. O, there
Wet, wet, the rain does fall Damp, damp, it doesn’t care at all Drip, dip, the drops come down Drop, drop, makes you sad as a clown. Grey, grey, storm clouds above Cold, cold, get your hat and your gloves
To regret nothing It is so well known that most regret Not using their bodies enough yet When they must eternally rest Yet every strain with every sweat Adds up and wears and tears And if we did not ever
Selfish and Disrespectful! (If He would’ve only Known) He did the best he could, Sometimes love just isn’t enough, Along with basically a free ride & only his income. Its called love! Some people just don’t get it All he
Obsequious, and gorged on words, he straightens faded dust jackets: Barthes, de Beauvoir, Brautigan. Thin skeins of nicotine dissipate over ancient oak, whispers echo amongst carved shelves. Thoughts weave their tangled web through the melancholic mess of his marching mind.
away, away, they go, three in a line, earthmovers all cross hill and valley, chalky soil mounted high towards the strange blue bucket towering in the sky head, thorax, abdomen, bobbing up and down march on, march on, over stone
Some always want everything to go their way like the biggest protagonist And spend sleepless nights in search of a way to be the biggest antagonist Expecting to maintain their luxurious and privileged life styles like a true monarchist Yet
Walking the path with otherness; not achieving anything, I, condemned, to remain solitary, decline to join the gods of a crowd. So that my sun, remains shadowless. No, it is not the final verdict. I was always incomplete, unburdening my
Full to the burst, then some more; mass tending to infinity, space shrunk to a bore. Milked by human greed, coerced by animal need; bodies cursed, souls crushed, cattle to the daily slaughter. Past imperfect, future tense, Tomorrow = yesterday;
Mama ate her collard greens with raw onions, pinching a morsel of greens with sweet cornbread, as juicy pork neckbones lay naked of meat. The sweetness of life, like sweet Kool Aid fills our tummies, while dishes await scrapes of
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Sore with discontent, Oblivion beckons, Fade out or live long- Perhaps not an option. Choices are illusions, Life a big lie, Return to innocence- Most desired. Loath and anguish, No logic to talk about, Haze of negativity- Call it depression.