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After the Harvest

For you my dear, of glistening gold and hues of blue, 
A mirage created by the constructs of feeble minds.   

Our ability to connect is truly frayed, a romance delayed, 
Short as the breath of some insectoid, bent on lustful satisfaction. 

Are you even real? 
If so, very little time is spent on the marvelous experience that is joy. 

Pure and free of the adultery which is an office and a cage.  

The highways connected like the arteries of some foul beast, 
Circulating through the body with the opioids of ignorance and indifference. 

How is it that you would like to pronounce my name, 
Would you make a gentle song out of it and lull to me sleep? 

Or spit at my face with anger and disgust? 

I have yet to know the ailments and disease of a life full of unhappiness, 
For I have not lived one. 

To yearn for your touch in the waking slumber of the schoolyard is to daydream, 
But not of my distant hopes and visions of accomplishment. 

But of truth, brought forth through the neutrality of time.  

It is the waiting game, which I cannot live through, 
A wasteland filled with the death of youth and innocence. 

Their ghosts, specters that drain from you all the creativity and imagination 
Of a child, to alter you into the grotesque twisted form of a worker ant. 

Subduing the hearts desires with binds 
Made of paychecks and the disillusionment of having importance.  

But you are no fake, nor cheap reenactment of some unholy war.   

You pulse and vibrate with the magnificence of laughter. 

Your tears shred through my dissected emotions. 

Freeing me, no, all of us from the confines of having just one feeling. 

Broadening our mental scopes, 
How can I feel hate and love at once? 

We were taught that they were polar opposites, not of the same lineage. 

And so I say to you 
With the unflinching eyes of man decapitated on the stump of an oak. 

That I hate, love, fear, admire, and envy you. 

Following your cycle of death and rebirth.

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The Lobster Family

The Lobster Family 

The lobotomy was successful those creeps said 
Draped in their robes of silk and snake sheadings  
The burning fumes of ethanol force their way up nostrils 
Reducing my mind to silly putty 
A carnival you say, well how fun could that be? 
To see the dashed hopes, dreams, and brains of imps kept in splinters   
Or are they babies?
Though I do believe both words mean the same thing 
An army of rats now surrounds our doomed party, led by the great general 
Tuleisius 
Rumored if I might say, to eat his own offspring. 
But a hero nonetheless, for he has subdued the rebellious mice, 
Who have been accused of tainting the sweet chocolate with rat poison 
They consume those who are too weak and slow, 
Picking off the feeble breasted and minded  
Sticky gum and cotton hold me in place, 
As I’m forced to watch those beasts tunnel through my skin 
Engineering mazes of channels throughout my body 
Or are they just veins?

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Youth and Frailty

The young know not their limit, for it soars above the reach of their hands. 

Upwards and upwards on gusts of wind 

Rising above the Atlas Mountains, dancing on the swollen snow covered peaks. 

Further it goes until the very stars become its brethren 

Resting forever in that cosmic soup 

From below the old observe 

Quietly watching their children play

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All Apologies

Should the demons thank me for this bounty of courage and livers? 
Achilles and Alexander who were brought down by a 
point steel and a goblet of silver.
 I thought god rewarded the bold and the brave, 
Moses who stood up to Ramses 
and saved the Jews from persecution. 
Aphrodite gave us the gift of lust and insanity, 
both lead to one another. 
Do you hate me still for my game of tight rope? 
In this artificial facility of sterile unhappiness 
how can I hope to cure my disease if it’s already killed me? 
Is it wrong to yearn for her soft kisses and awkward smiles, 
the redness of her hair that hides the pinkness of her cheeks? 
What do I want from her, a kiss on the forehead, a handshake, or more? 
Is it selfish to want more, her body?
 No stop, don’t do this.
 Forgive me please, they ripped you from your roots 
and tried replanting you in infertile soil, 
just as they did with me. 
But you never took root and began to wither, 
the wind blowing your petals away. 
Sweet princess of the Mayan empire, 
you stole my friend's heart and now he glistens with a glow.
 My hands still have scars where I pressed too hard on the dry wall, 
though your hate filled gazes pour rubbing alcohol into my wounds. 
They say that those with dark hair and black eyes are kissed by midnight,
 if so I’ve chosen a dangerous enemy.
 I’m sorry Brenda.

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Silence of the Horn

The wailing horn cries out not for the kings of distant lands
But for the children who have forgotten his music. 
Like the soft belly of a camel
The warms sands of my home creep 
between the toes of my feet. 
The hills rise and roll over,
 beckoning the clouds for moisture. 
Empty riverbeds crisscross the valleys, 
dried over time by sand, wind, and man 
Once darkness rises
 lovers come to meet under the galool,
Like song birds of the morning 
they entice one another with sweet songs and fragrance 
In the distance the lonely hyena wanders, 
Calling out for his clan in low bellows 
The young know to stay close to their mother’s breast, 
For the king patrols the darkened earth  
And with a smile flashes death, but life as well
For lions are also mothers  
The winds sweep over the land,
 bringing with them the smell of rain and salt 
Under the deserts lie ancient kingdoms forgotten by time
Dynasties thousands of years old, 
ended by swift cavalry and drought 
Though the rains have not come yet we shall still sing and dance 
With every heavy step and beat of the drum old empires shall rise, 
Every string plucked on the kabaan, 
shall be a melody so sweet
 even the bees won’t be able resist its pull
Until all of our family returns to their mother’s home.

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A Peaceful Flow of Thought

To hear the sounds that laughter sends 
Soaring beyond the earthly realms 
To taste the liquored lips of death 
And breathe my last shallow breath 
For one does not know of fear 
Until the wretched curse is near 
Young and old alike will feel the cold of endless night 
Or seek respite within the song 
Of lights triumph over fog  
I seek her out in distant lands 
The young maiden of the sands 
Whose mother’s touch doth bring the tides 
And father’s breath bring forth the light 
I found her laying upon a hill 
Overlooking the temples which man had built 
And I asked her if these places of god, 
Served the purpose of truth  
She then spoke to me with eyes still shut, 
And passed on knowledge beyond human thought 
That those who die in valiant wars, 
Receive no more than gold and ore 
But men whose lives are led by the belief, 
In the holiness of every spirit, 
And the adultery of deceit 
Will forever find a home beyond this plane 
And achieve everlasting love unaltered by pain

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The Faces We See

Saw a young boy around the corner, 
crooked smile beaming at the sun. 
And in that moment his dreams swept over me.
A vision of life. 
It's our right he shouted, for every boy to grow.
I smiled and said yes. 
Even though 
I heard ominous sirens from the streets below, 
and a broken voice begging please.