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Gamble

Rife with abstractions, and still just listening;
Leaning on pages, the night keeps glistening.
Ripping at seams, no intentions of fixing
As leaks spring up in the darkness of evening.
                              --
Hollowed-out souls fill the depths of this bet,
And mausoleums hold the ones straggling yet.
We're fighting ourselves over people we've met
Just to make up the ground in relieving the debt.
                              --
Knife with distractions, and I've stopped listening;
Meaning enrages; The light drips, glistening.
Slipping the reams, no ideas for fixing
The problems arisen on this summer evening.

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And Again

Another late night, 
Spinning circles, spinning words
Recycle, Repeat.

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The Perspective of a "blind" Man

Nature's best attempt
at painting pictures in the sand;
the brilliant colors understood,
the wondrous shout lost in the noise,
was made quite clear to me today:

In just a second
Life had passed me by.
I dreamed of turning back the time
to search myself for deeper meaning,
yet the words came out the same.

I noticed not the casual wave,
nor the indignant flick of hair,
but dread had filled my head as I
watched naught but just my mind
and soul as they fell to the ground again.

Despair! was what he yelled to me,
that cackling lord of luck and fate,
and as I sank down to my knees
my best was just to stop and breathe.
The world would not turn back for me.

And then the scene turned dazzling white...
From there, to shades and brilliant hues
of all the colors, omnipresent,
as I heard this from somewhere new:
"She's never coming back to you."

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Cacoethes Scribendi

Faint glimmers - The most radiant, - of hope
Have transcended such a lackluster horizon,
And words of wonder have yet,
But yet again and with assent,
Escaped my lips for better bet.

For haven't all who wandered near,
And wondered here - despite the years -
And fought the tears beyond,
With a missive and a word
Had what they held most dear?

In silent awe, such scents deceive.
What raucous sights by touch alone
Have swindled love to show itself,
And tasted victory from the cups
of which the gods themselves did drink?

Hello, perfect daughter of the day.
Your sunshine rays did fall upon me,
And my greatest fear, most horrible
That all this - Remain to see - at but
A pass of your hand, might come from your lips.

And may I, can I, trust what I don't see?
A worthy way to wither to the years,
For - Whether love may shine upon me -
I still hold no bearing; I still am None.
This is yet another passing moment.

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Cleverer, Or More Clever...

We make motions, to fight lack of resistance,
That are recognized by only ourselves.
- Motion noticed - We're still certain of our stance
So to the depths of emotion our fight delves.

Forever and a day, plus an hour or two
Led to hollow war waged out of control.
- Isn't all we need - a couple or a few
For a mist of lies and deceit to slowly roll?

Follow me down to the ragged, shallow
Explosion-torn landscape we live in.
While there we'll find corpses to hallow,
Or those dying quickly, wasted and thin.

But Cleverer, Or More Clever still,
Is the addition of your friendship,
- When your love is this powerful. - 
Frighteningly harsh, like stinging whip.

You've never been closer than the here and now.
But while I advance, you move farther away.
I'll take what I can't and give back the "how;"
Let short-lived loneliness bring what it may.

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Infinity

In vastness lies a secrecy,
Held tighter by unreasonably
Large matters which our mind
Can't reach and simply falls behind;
Yet, wondering in the place of these,
Set right by those whose bias means
That even as we lose our grip
We've yet to fall apart.

Is:

Greatness - telling a darker tale,
And minds that hear it start to fail,
As forward motion places us
On track to fool the rest, and thus
As longing just to find the key
Will hold the lock for each of these:
You teach us what it means to be
Unfathomably Large.

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This Changes Everything

There's a darkness in the tone
of the steps that you take -
Like subtle singularity for fools in your wake,
And wouldn't it be nice to break out?

For instance, I saw a star tonight...
It was mostly flickering and distant -
But a Strange stir was what sent
Potent chills from spine to toes and back:

And deep inside of me, from an
unprecedented Hollow in my soul,
That star called out as a request -
For help or justice, I do not know.

What I can tell you now,
It wouldn't take much longer than those steps
for the elapsed time to force a full collapse,
And wouldn't it be nice to break out?

For instance, I moved a stone tonight,
with nothing but my mind,
The powers were within, around, behind,
And every step I took it drained completely -

And completely drained my spirit
of the necessary evils
Which controlled my every action

And reaction, And Action, And . . .

There's a floating, towering hole;
A glorious glance, at least at first,
and a mighty sweep of hands
Took my feet from underneath me,
And vertigo ensued,
                           A meaningless

Strange
                                       Hollow
                                                                         Sense
                   of                          the                             Strangest
                                       and Stranger Yet,
         but
                                                       what we were.

And wouldn't it be nice to break out?

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A Sonnet For Reckless Abandon

The sun in the sky drew my attention
I gazed into it like my lover's eye
The moment was perfect for retention
And I could do naught but just watch and lie.

Then daydreams took hold and I was aflight.
Clouds parted just to allow me access
And I was airborne straight into the night.
Where else could I go but towards success?

My eyes were on fire with the light of day,
And naturally you just stayed on my mind
The time we spent was the typical way
In which our love will impossibly bind.

So just allow this perfect bliss to last:
Like still, sweet lips that brushed mine in the past.

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Words With Purpose

The things I've done are not exceptional:
If anything - my work is average,
But in quantity, my works excel.

I've never spent the time to perfect a single skill:
If anything - I worsen as I practice,
But in quality, I have nothing but potential.

So words on a page are my preferred form of art,
Or the music you play as you drive in you car.
And the things that you love are the things that I love.
The things that I love are numerous like stars.

My opinions are subject to be spoken to all,
If anything - I'd let you know them well,
But in objectivity, I can not tell.

For me, practicality is a something intentional
If anything - It drives my every action,
But in sensitivity, miserably do I fail.

So accept me, or do not, for the things that I am,
Or shun me like unappreciated men,
And ignore what I say or say what you say.
The things that I say will be heard in the end.

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Strange That You Might...

I think if you took the time to look to the core of a man,
His very essence might blow you away.
You'd find he's more than what's at the surface.
All that, and yet what's at the surface is magnified
Until the world is but a spec of dust - a grain of sand -
A molecule in the wind.

Could you look at him the same again
After viewing such a scene as what might appear in his soul?
Is it possible that nothing would be the same,
Yet everything might be for the better?
And is his nature that of malevolence?
Hate?
Pride?
Or just that of cold, hard Fear.

Why judge what you can't see with looking to the core,
And recognizing that his very essence might blow you away?

I think you'll find that the more you search for this soul
You'll find it locked away - Tightly -
And you might find yourself asking:
What's there but the barest emotions,
The bitterest of hearts, and the strangest conception
Of Love.