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Churchbell

Bones of rotting timbre mimic 
morgues of truth
Pleading memories of oaths to rigor 
mortised youth
Snide sacrosanct hides under 
shrouds of pride
placing careful snares under 
gleaming stares
These selective few
they ingratiate you...
Even the doubtful  few
These ephemeral ghosts clapping at 
unspoken jokes
Wheezing from their throats to 
laugh as they choke.

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The Human Condition

We are coldly  incomplete
We are boldly infinite
We are the many of the flawed
often foiled and cleanly clawed
We Are the human condition...
We' been betrayed and enraged
then mordantly disengaged
both sides of a twisting page
We Are the human condition...
we are the simple in complex.. in an idiots 
dress
We kick republican white trash with mother 
nature's rath  
We are fearless fighters, yes?
yet coldly gives the button a press. 
Ha!And we are lovingly unkind
to the faces of our mind
..and it makes us blind
We are the human condition
We are truth ~we are lies~ we are insane in our 
despise
We are the murderer..
We kill animals of this earth 
then rejouce in Our rebirth
just look to he
then give to me
~ hallelujah ~
I am a  man made of stone idolizing a creature
made of bone
we are humane?
We are people

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Individual

Solely self inflicted
Jury Judged Convicted
On them I've fed
Salty years I've bled
A society in form, though not in norm
Their eyes rake as headless mouths intake
A  knotted pine snake heedless to participate,
I am in the middle of a thirst that slaked so little...
I freaked when steel teeth gleamed brittle solutions;
A fistful of retribution means bitter restitution.
Oh Give me the civic salivation,
In this petri dish of a nation!
Drench in cream, stir in oil, I will never eat that!
With blow hards and carbs, and  ministries of garbs;
You're not wolf, you're wolfs dying breath contained.
As bloody sheets and gray streets bleed blood into shame,
Where monkey thimbles play rat -a -tat – tat  on your heart...
And mind games are healthy missteps into tripped up reality,
While hat tricks plagues a story played by mindless pricks
And lightening strikes thrice on thunder driven carrion.
Touche.

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Spirited Death

Sooth my withered soul, 
Rush in waters bitter pill
pump my blood till it's too full to fill;
Briefly lust warmed my tattered heart...
Covered bones disguised in robes
of colored gems and displaced art;
Wash away the cold dead air
of a clowns bold stare...
Standing naked 
In the white glare of a staged nightmare..
As almond eyes sigh a cry to deadened skies;
Bow my head in sightless sound on storied grounds
retreating from the lie my spirit hasn't .. just..yet..died .

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Elegant Lies, Inelegant Ties

What feral dogs bark at my door?
As I lick my wounds, 
In de rigor discord,
Whose music do I play?
Or verses time has left to say,
What chattels at my core,
Deny me life I've lived before?
On my horizon I see tears, 
Embark on my face to empty years,
With nowhere else to turn
I turn sideways 
Whete I will spurn and then
Burn

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Dark Cloud

On a deserted road
Passed long ago;
Forgotten...
A loud cloud forms
Deaf void of death
Much like forgotten
Faces lost in a hazy
Patina in past's past 
Do fears become true?
Forgotten,even you
 Like a kind of code
A hawk cries up high 
And all is silent again
Heat boils down low
The sand near the sky
Roils ghosts who sigh
Buzzards circle; wait
Fly over spit and hate!
A small
Reminders to us all
As a heart beats faster
Soaking in a memory
Remembered,  still...
Clouds of thought are
Tendrils on the wind
Telling him he's a ghost
Who walks into hell
 A mushroom cloud of

         silence

This world doomed to

         violence

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Sorrow

Sorrow is a dark well; 
Each drop dripping,
Echoing throughout, 
With the surety of a church bell,
Through its delicate refrain,
Instant Pain...

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Thinking

If I were To walk the edge of the moon and 
bark like a loon
Or be angry at the blazing day and shun the 
night as I lay;
I would feel glory so sincere for what I revere
reverencial fear from bullets of thoughts so clear
Amidst the wasted youth of candy coated truth
Lies the callous disregard of the heinous and marred bloodied and scarred
But I maintain
Strain to maintain on an sland of insane...
Then I awoke..as if a stranger spoke~

Shalom

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I Returned To the Sea

I can smell the wind in my face 
Salt air in my mouth-my skin
I become the other world I am in;
Walking against the breeze as it 
grows
But  nobody knows or gives two 
crows..
That's OK self conceit is in faded 
retreat.
Birds dive, their calls reaching my 
ears
An orange sphere eclipses all that is 
near
Blindingly bright~ on the edge of 
night
I walk west~sun setting as if in jest
I  smell lush salty wind invade my 
chest
I chase the reality to bask in 
finality...
I look at this beautiful place
A saving grace~what a beautiful 
face~
How I  distaste what's left of the 
race,
Leaving in its trace a waste..an 
infertile 
place. 
I feel salty air tickle  my  nose~
Feel the sand slip through my toes~
Walking against the ocean breeze
One last pose before god only 
knows;
I go to my knees, look out at the 
seas
Birds dives and weave, sit upon the 
trees.
I sit awhile and contemplate as I 
smile
At oceans edge I take in all that I 
hear
The orange sphere eclipsing all that 
is 
near
 I walk due west, sun setting as if in 
jest
Feet and mind  never stopping to 
think or 
rest
Quiet determination defeating loud 
lethargy
I slip into liquid effigy

Oops too late, I am not here to see
Dark vertigo becomes the wet indigo of me
The 
deep blue
sea.