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A Stage

What, I cannot say,
A feeling something's wonkey.
Like mucking muddy sand at the bottom of the ocean,
Beneath acrobatic, trapeze artist monkeys.
What can be said,
About the snorkeling tigers?
Or the underwater chainsaw juggler,
Breathing fire?
There's a soggy clown around somewhere,
Spitting spades and hearts, and clovers.
It's a three-ringed circus sideshow - 
It too, will soon be over.

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Ouch

Her face showed he'd come off as predal
Now it was too late to backpedal
"Stupid wins prizes,"
She shouts, "of all sizes,"
Her handprint now worn like a medal

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Nirvana

I am liquid moonlight;
The ashes of dreams.
I am the realization of the impossible;
The renunciation of thought, serene.
I am the swimming seasons of time;
The memories yet to come.
I am the flawless equilibrium of the outcaste scavenger;
The infinite equanimity of the illuminate sun.
I am the embodiment of dispelled desire;
The sage.
I am the squire.

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Swallowed

Stones,

Mortar, and brick

Nowhere to turn without feeling sick, stoned

To my stomach

A bottomless pit

Unheard, smothered by a thousand succinct voices' verbose drone

Speaking as they spew toxic, putrid bile in the pit of my stomach

Plummeting, swirling dizzily in circles - a cyclone - cyclically, alone

Booming, the whispering silence of lucidity's susurrate disruption weighs heavily on my thoughts, placidly as it sits

Like boulders, slowly sinking deeper into quicksand - the bottomless pit of my stomach

Swallowed by immovable, inescapable stones,
Mortar, and brick

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Twenty Twenty

Failure fault and foresight
Everything I can't forget
Anxious days and sleepless nights
Everything that I regret
I've forced myself degenerated
Through relentless stinging wind
From angst and guilt
To acceptance and hope - the gap I must transcend
What kept me there
In pits of dispair
It comes as no surprise
I'll be blind as a bat
Bathing in black
Until I open my eyes

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Questions

Why?
A question for which,
There's no answer surely,
I'd honestly hoped,
You'd've had one for me,
Save who or what, when or where,
Even how,
Or is it which?
It's escaped me 'til now,
I'll tell you,
As confidently as I can,
With as much enlightenment,
As can come from a man,
I have a solution, 
Though you may not like it,
Definitive and thoughtful, 
Though fulfilling, not likely,
To the inquiry looming, 
The outlook seems bleak,
But a word is a bond, 
Even if tongue-in-cheek,
To be true, there's no answer,
But please don't be piqued
For it isn't an answer, 
But a question you seek.

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Picnic

Sticky melon juice
Drips down potbellied toddlers
Dirt and dust encrusts

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Keepsake

Tell me that you've felt a failure
In doing what was right
While pillows dampen, salted
In dying sleepless night
A wonder, wonders bless the wicked
And the same thing in reverse
Ensure the gnarled vines of virtue
Not easily traversed
With once a gleaming moral compass
More a burden than a tool
Its rusting ends give rhyme to meaning well
A witty slogan of the fool
The firmest grasp may surely loosen
Slipping chains cut like a knife
In vain, try letting go completely
This blessed curse carried for life
As tainted blood drips from your calloused palm
And every orangy link
Try not to smirk upon the splashes
More rewarding than you'd think

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Transcend Duality

I've heard the opposite of love is indifference,
I think something different than that,
It's hate, though the hollows of nothing, far worse,
Solidified matter of fact,
Only through hate can we know of love's place,
Just as sweltering sweat makes us cold,
And the way that the moon steals sunlight for the night,
Day to dark, when cowards to bold,
In my relative time here on Earth I have seen,
Blinding pain allows joy to exist,
And I think about life after death, God and hell,
Honestly hard to tell which is which,
I seek endlessly for answers to questions unknown,
Choose between keeping peace or to fight,
Finding yin and yang as a guide, always wrong,
But then again, never not right,
All the same, here we are, none and all, simultaneously,
Differentiating between the twos,
When one is the other, the other the one,
Dualities transcend me and you.

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Faux Pas

For those who lack conviction
Aspirations stay but a mirage
And for those crafting mountains from mole hills
Detriment a deadly barrage
Believers of strange eyes upon them
Flaunt shame as a wristed corsage
And without the courage to soften their hackles
Lie confined in their mind's dank garage
Jongleurs of fabled failures
Treat their worry to massage
Subjecting the rest of their dreadful days
To vexation's entourage
Clever inventors of futuristic fear
Paste pictures to a specious collage
And blame the world around them
Imaginary Sabotage