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All I See Is Me
I look at you and all I see is me And I disagree with myself And can’t understand why. The act of prying my perception From your personhood Is like pulling on Velcro until You realize it doesn’t come apart Am I stuck to this perception Am I one piece of fabric How the hell…
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A Mountain’s Winter Call
My heart yearns For the call of the winter bird As spring awakens On the earth It awakens in me. And the mess of a natural field And a respectful human Who works, grateful Full of reverence for what the natural mess Provides. Winters cover Melts into spring grasses The land losing its hardness The…
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I will do better
When there is no light to find friends or see foes I will do better. When fear rules the day and righteousness is an answer I will do better. When hate is rationalized to conquer hate. I will do better. When questions are judged and then hidden away. I will do better. When we can’t…
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Hatred :)
There’s really no point in hating yourself. It quite a waste of time. Other than pretending that you’re strong It’s best you change your mind. And so I’ll take my own advice For once, and only for a time… But that’s enough to set me free to ponder such a rhyme. Normally I’d be All-In…
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My Dears
Yes yes my dears, I cannot let you out. You are too precious to me. Too… Too… Vital. I must keep you, dark and deep knowable to only me The way I like it That way, I see. My dears, my dears… So precious to me. My dears, my dears be quiet please I like…
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Deja Vu
It’s dark. This is always where I was heading. Any surprise… It’s for… It’s for… It’s for… The crushing disappointment Hasn’t been crushing for some time. Not because I’ve made different choices But because of the choice I keep making. I am removed, No longer tempted But sated at all turns Hungry for nothing But…
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Burning Wood
I had forgotten the sweet burning wood Made more by that time of year, That quality of year. Summer’s burning is not the same And It felt so good to be home I’d been a long time, gone And it felt so good to be home.
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Anger
Sometimes…most times It brings me back. And I know enough, now, 22 years later… That it’s OK. That familiar, gleeful burn That “let’s fucking get it going” That “Oh it feels good to be back” I strut Internally And swing the shoulders of my pomp. When I am like this, it’s all I know, It’s…
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Heads out of Asses?
At every turn I have failed to realize there is a turn, there is a street to be on, a turn to make. I have assumed the structure is for me.
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The Final Frontier Veneer
Becoming aware of myself Is much harder than I thought. The layer that recognizes the layer That recognizes the layer… I am the recognizer And the recognized. But mostly, and this is real progress, I’m like space.
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Offended
I am offended by the train Making me wait. I am offended by the rain Wetting my state. I am offended by the prices Making me spend. I am offended by vices Making me bend. I’m offended by pixels I’m offended by meaning I’m offended by words That are left and right leaning. I’m offended…
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Stopping by the Internet on a Snowy Night.
I don’t believe in anything Except the confusion, And, sometimes…perception. Ranting at or because of Facebook is like…I can’t even say. But it has been said. And I hope I can quietly change And learn to better live… But I hate going to sleep, when there are pixels left to eat, when there are pixels…
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