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rip burn
fuck fight
first bloody star I see tonight
brown box
short lived
crucial lesson
stoopid div
bristle
clench
fume and fizz
grind
wind
mind mind
round wound
simmer down
kasha for breakfast for Coco Clown
Is life worth living without being conscious
mute witness feigning to be unconscious.
Isn't this mass anesthesia
and forced pseudo inertia
a stigma to our social subconscious?
I cannot speak
of anything more
transforming than
the day I danced
through time
and so made nonsense
of all my distance.
I sit alone
where I did so many,
many weeks ago
and play this game
of waiting till
the morning comes,
of when the grey
landscape I've long
since made my lair
is washed with fire
and comes alive, and
walks into the distant
fogs of memory.
In these bodies we really are, "stuck".,
it's difficult getting through all the muck !
Mom just died from a stroke,
and was comfortably broke;
so it seems death's a stroke of "good luck"!
They're cutting down great grandfather Sycamore
in front of Mark's house on W. 26th Street,
his roots upending Ohio City's sidewalk
if only others could speak
but trees don't shed
tears as they do leaves
in another
world, Merry and Pippin ride weathered shoulders
of Treebeard
they have no secrets to tell
and men of middle earth
do not weep
~~~~~
The stage was set for the confrontation
Irene Gray became the bait
corrupt enforcers provoked into action
by a relentless reporter's investigations.
Sulong Fazwan, waited in the shadows,
assigned to protect her from the treacherous scum
It did not take long for their enemies to strike,
but they found and revealed them by spotlight.
If gunshots are music, then the battle is tango
and Irene was not just a pretty face
even unarmed; her punches and kicks show
she's a fighter who can put them to waste.
Silent memories,
Moments - seasons untold.
Burned thoughts and diaries,
Torment - reasons unfold.
Unspoken remembrance,
An essence-
Forgotten in span of time.
Invincible resistance,
Of all those reasons-
That were once left behind.
How come they never remind,
Of the path we sought-
And a bird that was caught,
Deep of azure we could never find.
Fumes of burned morrow,
Scarring us in our yesterday-
Made us blind.
Of all those wounds-
Some that will never heal,
The majority here need a loan
to obtain an American home
where the pace is fast
the credit can't last
and nothing is ever quite owned.
raspberry essence
on crushed ice, sun bled rivers
into woolly clouds
a.
It's three am in the twilight
my iPad is my nightlight
the music on my iPhone
drones on all night long
and I can't sleep to save my life.
b.
I woke up feeling well, took heed
as tomorrow is not promise me
taking one day at a time in my stride
moving about taking my time
not to take for granted this day indeed.
c.
I'm awake early and feeling great
immediately rising up in haste
as those abusive words that depress
is driven away leaving me fresh