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Ripped apart emotions falling from my sleeve.
Every thought exploding, gentle as a breeze.
Starting from the center it piles up inside.
Until the body fills with lust and pours forth from the eyes.
Battered walls are crumbling and time forever still.
As the heart tangos fervently with mind for sake of soul.
Aligning bodies press against the glass for lack of space.
We unfold from within ourselves, our urges have no grace.
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Here we go. Stomach churning, brain burning.
Together mixing up a bit of that cha-os.
Body built up, mind fortified, but resistance is fu-tile.
All that training and that experience, trumped by the infantile.
Mature and rational thoughts interrupted by what's pri-mal.
The urge to survive contrasts the pity if it dies
and my instincts run hay-wire.
Nothing stops it, no explanation will do.
This is the last-straw.
I accept the words but am confused by the actions.
What is going on here?
My minds a blur, filled with reactions.
What's lying underneath here?
I take any fact in stride, I swallow my pride.
But are we really getting stuck here?
Visions creep, my heart begins to weep
but I straighten up my bow tie.
Slap in the face, I can't take this disgrace.
My confidence is so high.
Light up, sit back, recollect and play back
every moment that's gone by.
I give up trying to understand.
It's too complicated and I just let it ride.
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It lies below under linen, feathers, cotton, springs.
Not seen upon it's sow.
A tiny pea without the sun to grow wild and free.
A slight discomfort gnaws away yet timing plays a role each day.
Finally the fruit bursts forth! with quiet whimpers, wears a frown of sorts.
The tiny speck is seen as thriving tree, it's branches reach far past reality
And tear away the margin of the page in which our vision of our world is caged.
Bending down I lift the pea and gaze at dried up skin
Tiny wrinkles create a viral path leading in.
But age is only culprit to be found
I bend again, relinquish my crown
The spoils are but few yet enjoy my hard learned apology and deep humility.
If only pea had been revealed before the mind of others made it old.
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Jogging silently through murky night.
Wanting,
Hogging contorted chirps of nocturnal eyes.
Feel the pressure from the heel to toe, heel toe.
Heel now!
An evil moan as Pain himself sets deeply into motion.
Heal.
I shy away with backward glances vigilant, aware.
Finding broken skin with bandages infested.
Time, the slowest of the many factions
Divides again in multiples of permeated fractions.
All amiss again accounting for the soiled actions.
I sigh and fall before the rage.
Emptiness floods through the gate.
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I've got this feeling, I've gotta jot it quick.
Can't keep my mind at peace from this roller coaster's trip.
Thoughts colliding, images won't quit.
Vivid paintings fill my canvas for a bit.
Wipe away the markers and my mind is free from it.
Bitter silence, golden for a time.
Only serene waves to cleanse this beach of mine.
A void is filled by emptiness inside.
And always wondering if confidence abides.
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My life is slowly leaking out, i've patched myself with hate.
Bland excitement fills the room but i only take up empty space.
I wander darkened alleyways to find my restless fate yet shadows thin upon my glance,
retreat into their place. Faces materialize and take a look then flee from sight forever... They sense the flow of energy, they see my burning eyes.
I once allowed myself to stare into a mirror for hours and lost in a world my vision failed and
iris turned to window. Within the bright and golden circle i found my only solace; an eye which
penetrated deeply but on its own side hallow.
The words were written clear as day, a faint illumination cleared the way, i checked my logic,
hung up my coat of teachings i had never learned.
The checker nodded silently knowing what i wanted, again i bowed my head and said, "no
need this time the means will do.” A knowing glance yet no advice for nothing could have
changed my mind
I stepped into the room at last and closed the door behind me.
The time stood still yet hands advanced and passed away my options. I tied my mind to soul
and body, a raft of floating passions, and once the clock had struck it's chord again the door
was opened.
The checker handed me my coat and shoved me violently to the street. There they were
again the faces, blinding me with darkness. I stepped aside and caught my breath as my eyes
acclimated, my breathing slowed and in that moment I knew my fate had answered.
But still i wander alone yet warmed by burning green and blue... which rips apart the shadows
in my path.
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There was an old man who looked in a mirror.
Skin wrinkled and leathery under his beard.
He gazed and thought back to an earlier time.
Remembered mistakes which added fine lines.
Each crack a chasm, every mark had it's tale.
From lost love to convictions which ended at jail.
As his eyes wandered slowly careful to screen
He saw a particular wrinkle that shook his whole being.
"what if" "could have" and "certainly not"
Pelted his heart, his stomach tied in a knot.
Then the thought faded as quick as it came.
His throat was left swollen, his mind was to blame.
Try as he might his eyes wouldn't shed water
And a single tear never was released to go wander.
His lines and scars remained dry as the desert
His stomach still tied, his mind all a flutter
He never quite realized that that particular mark
Was the one thing he longed for, his mind left in the dark.
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