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Too Old To Be A Narci!

When beauty’s gone bye bye and slack flesh becks
            Jowls, crow’s feet, graveled voice and turkey necks             
Too old to be a narcissist
what’s left is a pacifist
*Tender genteel haters do not make

My Body, My Temple

This is MY body. MY temple. MY fortress,
It doesn't come with permissions through the way that I dress.

You have zero rights to do what you please,
If I show some skin, it doesn't make me a tease. 

You cannot grab my cookie and expect to be safe,
You should however prepare to be clocked in the face.

As

As I Slam Arthritic Hands Into A Broken Keyboard, Nobody Can Hear Me Screaming

In a rather egotistical
and pathetic attempt
to immortalize myself,
in something I lost,
everything.

And now that I’ve burned
all of my bridges and I’m drowning,
the only thing I have left
to do is work. 

And it's not working.

And the only ones
praising my work
are little kids,
the same age I was
when I broke everything.

Lucky me.

I watch them do
the same foolish things,
reaching for

Good enough for you

I'm too quiet 
I talk too much 
I'm too involved 
I'm way too out of touch 
I'm too messy 
I care too much about things being clean 
I'm too kind 
I'm way too f*ckin mean 
I'm too close 
I'm too far away 
I went to bed too early
I stayed up too late 
I'm too skinny

You’re not THAT good, yes it's true

Some use AI yes they do
But won’t admit that it’s true
I’ve seen AI much too much
It’s got that robotic touch
As long as other folk strive
We’ll keep REAL poems alive
It’s just too good to be you
You use AI yes you do

I read each line and I stare
As I am all too aware
It is just computer speak
The

Finding Your Light

They say love yourself,
As if it were that simple,
As if I could just flip a switch
And suddenly see what they see.

But every mirror I pass
Reflects back their whispers instead of my face,
Their judgments carved into my skin
Like ancient hieroglyphs of "not enough."

I've spent years
Apologizing for the space I occupy,
Making myself smaller,
Folding myself into origami shapes
That

The look of love

I wish you had waited and given me a chance, 
But instead you text me so excited she gave you a glacne.
It was rushed and blurred,
Swift by clean,
It was the type of attraction, I wish, you had towards me.

It was the type of glance that had you circling the fire holding drinks,
Pulling close to come

A Friendly Reminder For Our Nation

Mr. President, Mr. Vice President, Americans, and the world:

In the crucible of revolution, our forefathers etched their pledge—
a bold testament inscribed not solely in ink,
but in the quiet, relentless pulse of divine dependence.  
It is as if the ink itself carried whispers 
of a celestial covenant, 
affirming divine Providence
into the very marrow of liberty.

Yet,

The Bell Shaped Bottom of the Paragraph

Prognostic,___Anticipation
      Doce de Leite

It was a bold statement.
One that was made in front of a lot of 
people. But pouring tea and reading
the leaves$!2$-$%!!! (trademark
restrictions means we can't reveal
 the name): but it was said in 2025
at number 500 bouts. He shall began
 a reign: that shall transigned to
an era

The Spiritual - Material Nexus known as THE TRUTH

The Spiritual/Material Nexus is Biology and its material antithetical responses to "The Laws of Nature".

That process is fundamentally "Cooperative"; a symbiosis based on "Trust".

The successful Social Organism, "Civilization", operates the same way.

President Trump never speaks "The Truth".

A "Faithless" Government is a failure calling for immediate remediation or abolition to safeguard our Individual values.

Falling for the Whole of Me

If I made ends meet by meeting millions of millionaires in meetings galore,
would you care to explore my heart?
If I made up my mind to resign, and spend my time at a diner,
behind the scenes,
would you find a way to care about me?
If I took up poetry, and wrote hundreds of stories, 
told in metaphor,

Shadowed Parts of Myself

I'm not sure when you left,
but my guess is, it's been a process 
from the beginning.
Maybe the moment you left heaven's presence
you longed for its essence,
and left unnoticed?
Or was it when your freedom fell,
taken from the grips of hell,
and all it taught you to believe about yourself,
and life?
Or maybe when the one you
felt could change

Rest Your Faith And Resign It But Test Your Faith And Find It

If God is hateful
explain where love comes from.
If God is your equal,
define the body
and how each piece flows as one,
and recreate it.
If God is betrayal
convince me your life is done,
that you're not just undone,
but unfinished.
If God is pure punishment
explain replenishment,
recuperation
and recovery.
Your discovery of God is not set in stone
and neither is mine. 
So give Him

Nine Months Ago Part 2

It's only 2:00 am.
I even waited to take the drugs
till midnight,
so I wouldn't have to fight
an extra 2 hours through the night

Not that it makes much of a difference.
In 4.5 hours my alarm will go off
(not that I really need one)
and I'll continue to just survive
each torturous moment.
The only difference is the daytime
doesn't have the

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