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To-Be

Frogs Croaking.
Engines Cackling.
Underneath the setting Sun.
God’s Watching,
with eyes a weary,
everything in its natural place.
Going about its natural pace.
Ahhhh, To-Be.

Crisp Spring Sunset.
Summer, where art thou?
Why dost you hide from us for far too long?
We'd love to hear your sacred song.
Are you shy?
Do we stink?
Can you please, wake Up?
We're on the brink.
Being that,
we are always in need of you.

Frostbound feelings, on the horizon.
Crepesculing, hither and yon.
Memories
far gone
returning with new light.
My past isn’t as heavy anymore.

This newfound
lightness helps me think.

A thought of you
flashed
over the sunset.
Ahhhh, To-Be

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Post-Modern Blues

Been digging my heart. Into any art. I can get my. 
Hands on late-ly

Been feeling 
rough and down and 
Filled with fluff, incorrigible clouds, imperfect
like a do-pa-mine addicted white rat on his cheese
Meat, wine, and sugar, cigarettes not far behind, in pursuit of

Instant 
grat-ification
With colloquially shy eloquence, has been
ponti-Ficated
All into my net code, unconscious of its 
pulisic undertones into my hormonal zones
Pugilistic punches to my life goals, but the now
Is the only time nowadays

If I start off with a rush,
(Instagram? More like Instagrat 
producing nothing but Insta-brats)
Then the boring stuff, I’ll never get to
It takes me about two 
Weeks (I’m about) to get back on track
Procrastinated leeches time off on my back
Laches be damned! 
I wish I was lying
But the mental re-
Sistance, by its insistence, has me slowly dying
Of being away from being

The big death
Stripping away my wholeness
Of the obscene unseen

How can you garner connection to the source
When porn
Is just a click away?
Wifi highways garnishing reality away from His gaze
It's amazing if anyone gets anything done nowadays

I don’t think I have to ask my parents any-
Thing, the thing is they’ll just
Say just google
It
But google can’t tell you
How to be a man
Or 
How to fight
Or (hey siri)
how do you open a can of brew on a cold and lonely night
When you feel subdued by the pressure to be
More than who you are?
Since what has humanity sacrificed to come this far?

To play with
The stars?
The cars?
The gold bars?
It’s no use if your heart is still blacker than tar.
So I’ve been trying hard to find the cure to the 
Curare
Of post-modern solipsisms and soires
Through some good ole fashioned art
You can’t buy that nowadays

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Jacky the Blue Dreamer

Jack-y
Jack-y
Ohhhh Ms Jacky 
how you court your life’s only lover
Huff and puff and contort, the smoke of your
Newfound Newport 
(Long not short)
Lazily lacking worldly desires

If I had your sense of humour
Maybe I'd too sling new places
With every shot of tobacco, being
Flung into faraway lands, filled gilded glands   
That aren’t quite backed 
enough of a bite 
sfsfsfsfsfsfsfsfsfsfsfsfsfsfsfsfs…….pfhooooooooooooooo
Toboggan the whole noggin when its
Packed to the brim, the nicotine
Porcelain eyes for your vaporent dreams
Oh Ms. Jacky, you technicolor dreamer
Wielding blue eyed sheen, portentously protruding Ra’s gleam

So alas, it seems
You spark up another laugh or two
Smoke rising up my face, the habitual ritual
in its proper place
Mercurial Smile, behind eyes unknown
A hidden grace
Solitarily confined in a Surreptitious 
Space, far out man
My menial mind is amazed at how your’s a haze
You aren’t here anymore
But
Who really is

We are all Ms. Jacky deep within

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Habits

Pretty
Reasonable but Still
I digress
Regressing into Old Habits
We all know how hard they die
Harder than life; itself
Uh Oh
I misspoke
For nothing is harder than
Ms. Life, with all of her
Dastardly
Trials and tribulations meant for you 
To grow stronger
If you let it
If not
She’ll break you into bite sized, or
Fun sized pieces
Chew you up
Spit you out
Yadda,yadda,yadda

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Being

Made in
His image
When we do not obey
We perish
The Death of Deaths
Intangible, but
Most things of that Magnitude are

Drawn to the Light
The Eternal Source
Brings you hand in hand with
Pain
Struggle
And, as a byproduct, depth and growth
But, Alas
Pain is temporary, whilst Victory is
Sempiternal
Non-Temporal
Unimaginable
In a flux with The Flux of Flux
Being

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Pit

As I toss my emptiness into the void
I get more and more enticed
By your sullen eyes
To sink
Into a bottomless pit