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Golden Rule.

I have no urge to do what used to be a necessity; I don’t dwell on the past. In your 
presence of physical and mental distribution, subsiding the bad for good, putting 
me in a state of equilibrium. It’s not safe to be writing these things this early. But 
its how I feel. The cloth that your skin resembles dries up my past, and absorbs it 
without any question. The warmth you radiate makes it unevenly distribute 
throughout my body, you bring warmth and shivers. The safety issues don’t play 
a role in either of our minds, what is needed is the presence of each other. It’s a 
word that has no existence, but yet keeps us both wanting more. As the smile 
radiates your figure, it does mine also. The one on one attention brings calamity 
to my bindings. What’s embedded inside my delicate figure has been strangled 
for such a long duration. It’s waiting to be released by the power you invested into 
the lock. You’re entitled to the contents of this wooden chest. The color gold 
resides all throughout your figure, but the feeling of another time, the warmth of 
present time, the question of future time, is the Golden Rule. The intense but yet 
visible attraction draws out all stressors in my mind. The chemical impoundment 
is so concrete and so obvious that we both will not deny that it’s there. And what 
we have, I’ve never felt before.

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Unapproachable

I’m an unopenable door waiting to be cracked open, exposed to the natural but 
yet fresh humanity. Such an infinitesimal amount of air escapes through the 
cracks, just taunting me. Showing what I can’t have, but giving me such small 
doses it taunts me. When will that key be discovered, and open a concrete wall in 
front of me. The bleak amounts of light only omit pure injustice. Give me what I 
want. It’s not there, the figure, the human being that will be that discoverer. This 
absence of light is eating away at my flesh; everything needs light, pure light, to 
live. For this just erodes my skin, until it drips to the floor, of an ungoverned 
society. A society so weak it won’t even be governed. A society so weak, that it will 
not provide for its fellow parts. My society won’t allow this to happen anymore. 
The brain in my head throbs from a recollection of what is to come, pure 
excitement, and pure hesitation. The anticipation accumulates, which rubs the 
society against the blades of a democracy. Bring yourself forward, and try your 
key into a rusted lock.

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What's For Sale?

The doorbell rings continuously with no patience.
approaching it makes you curious, but cautious
as you sway to the doorway, you glance through the two-by-two window
the transparent glass blurs the figure but you know exactly what to expect
as you pry the door open you gasp
a gasp not from shock or excitement but from the culprit in front of you
 he wastes no time and unfolds a menu of some sort
explaining what he has for sell
what he is trying to infest your brain with persuasion
a menu filled bounteously with terms and items
pictures of organs and intangible items.
a conscience, love, clarity and the pursuit of existence
”you cant sell me these things, they are’t real”
you exclaim in a blunt manner
he says, these are yours. 
you’ve lost them over a long duration
it’s you that wants to buy these.
these things belong to you.
”You are a robber sir, you know that?”
I accused, but he replied with, “I think you’re the robber here”
I gathered up my money and bought all that I could.
and as I walked inside feeling accomplished.
The surplus to these traits were only mere
pure shards of my life
tiny bits of my past
and as I endure them
I just feel like I have my entire life
empty, without a structured figure.
without a developed mind
without a feeling of warmth
with a corrupted self-worth
contained in a small glass tube.

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Dinner

dine with my insides
finish your last sip of my vulnerability
eat the last crumb of my dignity
load up your plate with all things necessary
for I’m an open meal, for clearly anyone.
trash me in the end

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Sea of Green

I want to get lost in your sea of green
our retina combine to be one
we share the same light being reflected
watch your veins bliss and glare
watch your pupils glisten 
Your waves intrude me
My composure is filled with your perfect movement
Your waves glide perfectly underneath my figure
your shallow waters are wrapped with warmth
as the oxygen and nitrogen bounce off you
you intertwine them into one
giving me perfect amounts of air to stay alive
As you lay still, I feel structured
as birds fly over you
they speak with pure dignity
with pure respect
for they do know what you are
and what you have created
Life.

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Void

Who laid these bricks between us?
that pile higher than our grief
The concrete is rock 
who laid these cement sidewalks
that I cross to find
to find a different aspect
our temperance is correct
You fill this void
this void from within
the equilibrium is in balance
because of your appearance
because of your correctness
because of your purity
You correct my mistaken
The indifference is slim
what we posses is a rusted lock
a rusted lock that has been forever
that has with stood corruptions
weather
fire
eroding
You are the metal
for I am the combination to that lock.
hold me till I undo my code
wait for me
wait for me to give in to your dignity
You make each individual tooth shine
From the light that reflects off your character.

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Uniformity

It's one big joke, so take me seriously. Its all one huge game, but play me 
accordingly. Once, twice, three times you’re out, out of it all, out of sympathy, out 
of mental stability. Its all just a play, a musical anthem played to all, played to the 
ordered Americans that wont dictate life, giving their selves excuses to why 
others are better. It’s being played throughout the radios and television stations. 
The frequencies disrupt your composure. it chills each ear drum till it throbs. 
Throbs until you give in and listen. Until you’re uniform like all else. It’s being 
played in school, and we stand and say our mishaps. We release what’s in our 
minds and out of our control, an order to vent. An order to show how we are all 
just the same character, with the same problems.