Long Paper chase Poems

The aesthetic of the autocratic effigy of directing the positivity of proclivity in the nature,  the stir of it , that grit in your teeth this life gives , that digestive hindsight. Almost lost...

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Everyday I wake up being determined
The only thing that catches this eye
in a life of mines is why they hate me so much
from my friends to foes
I get tired of childish plays
from the fellas that...

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Are we all part of a divine master plan,
or just random accidents and peculiar circumstances,
did love evolve from the primordial soup,
or is it the secret ingredient from the beginning.

Existential ruminations,
past, present, future,
swirling in my head,
we...

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What a ***** to find time to creep into another woman's bed
or maybe a rat to scurry under my feet for cheese and bread
askin for two shots ina each her toe, knee, chest, and head
Mi...

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somewhere out there is a changing scheme you cant catch onto
the fixing of spelling mistakes
the continual changing of innocent lines written
the masterplan for world peace right here revolves around this fact
you might not see it...

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An empty pocket is an empty pocket
that's all Joshua can see
the tears of its hunger
a reminder of a protracted destiny
while donations to the temples
confirm the need for charity
an immoral circle of thorns
their sacrificial catalyst
in the...

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I was thinking
It would be different
Seems familiarity breeds contrition.
All I get from you is competition;
You used to listen, now you are always contrite;
At all cost, you wanted to be right,
While I wanted to be effective.

We...

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WHAT SHALL I RENDER TO HIM
Innocent baby

Above all the nations ye ndo king of kings
He is the only one that all faces will bow to praise
Niliachana na Samm na Jaymoh time nilijua we live by...

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“Situations” 


In the morning when I rise 

On Sundays watching the game with the guys 

At the table when I eat 

In the car bobbing to a beat 

At the job on the paper chase...

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Listen to what the snake charmers say:
We be sulfuric scaly bellies,
flicking poisonous tongues on the telly
Idoly speak pure Orwellie — 
Down is up   ...  famine be a feast sup
Tell money hungry fools...

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There will be no carved monument
a notable nothings chisel to say “ Kilroy was here ” 
no mentions for mournful obituary
the local newspapers won’t hear

All but slow faded loggerhead
so much struggling for remember me
the acquittal...

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Are there any human stories left 
To set the fires in our heart
Have we walked across the coals
In faith
Or turned the cinders of our weeping
Into blood

And they said that man is sleeping
Beneath the imprisoned eyelash...

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Pieces of People

Walking through my life I spy, a lonesome paper in the mud 
I stare at it wonder why, litter, anybody could 
Pick it up, later to bin, carry on my stroll
There before me...

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We ran through shy-scraper's maze 
Amazed at how they set our pace
Trapped by lack of  space
We butted heads through small door frames
All part of our frantic paper chase to escape the rat race
One day...

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Gold scattered on the temple steps
its metamorphosis of wealth
disdained in greed a saviors poverty
coins for a foreclosure of faith
dirt to wash clean the hands of the godless

Each inferior tier of society
upon the holy ground pay...

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It seems my well of ink runs dry
                        With pen in hand,...

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LET ME HAVE THAT FIRST 
Before you I should have one thing,
I know you knew what is that thing,
Clearly is true your the most beautiful thing,
But without it first your yet not completed thing,
   ...

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papered dipstick of today's measure
will words be too acidic or too base
budding our tongues to sour or pleasure
a tinge of breath exhaled paper chase

our empathy in hues of blues, our anger
bright crimson of hot-blooded emotion
hypothalamic...

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Tucked away
right at the back
of my husband’s bedside cabinet
lies a brown leather wallet

The money is long gone
but to him it contains
something far more precious ...

My business card
from Radio Lollipop
a charity we were involved with

I turn...

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