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Inferno Yawn

rise and shine deflect common sense while white dilapidated guts spawn oppossing beats an treats that are not so daring as uncommon feats and relativity clings to gravity and in spite of everything nothingness has texture while tasting peripheral anxiety and a habit with no friendly reputation thats ever the same while changing the channels of worn out waves and pick me ups spinning invisible collisions and whose glancing judgements color lessons and love songs and frustration taken aback with the same acceleration as calm sighs and backgrounds and colorful harmonies whose chances of fate dare speculative rhythmic pixilations that lack for words that were not easy in context but preferable and the memorized bass of an unhappy day can't mold guilt nor regretful smiles shyly content for the moment and it will pass like it or not they stay the course and take a chance and listen to a suggestion and you just never know hard work and disappointment can color statements and tug judgement and the sum of comfort quake like a landslide with hypnotic flashes of sensory recognition that cannot relax nor take the intangible paying attention and in between today's brazen and challenging statements that smile and feel it all like a whisper of a happy hurt while sensory breezes determination and hopeful wonder turning while crashing sequential harmonic miracles and so what's said after the dead is opening floodgates of fear and hunting for beauty while recognition hints of a champion like disposition and lawless sensibilities cater to the masses and aligning nuances making way for challenging statements faded purple cheap and reasonable hesitation and coming apart innocence begging impractical indifference and action of supreme suspicion and four legged masters of intention rest with eyes open and the irrelevant and irresistible bite of life's stories in a world of their own lie listening and not caring and running as if someone cared about beaming perspectives and suspicion and weeping roots whose branches wither and stay together but not too close and space and grace grant appreciation for one but not the other and treasures replicas of misguided history not for greater good nor for lack of trying or understanding because we're not here to rest but to learn about meaning of one another meanwhile they're on fire and frozen and fill a void and take space while providing sustenance for the human race each point of light perfect with purpose and hell bent to reach upward and downward and inward calming everything and coming together like magic the lines with hooks whose feet are endless and beyond we've no chance with exceptional unknowns and impossible tradition and all the while unknown intergalactic artists reign from the beginning to an end and a stand alone comedic front stand upright and proud with purpose and clever combinations so old by day and night and search out to not destroy but to achieve inner light and what she gives we take and after all is done and nothing said with what's lost over and over while unintentional u-turns provide opportunity to learn and beauty's contemplation cause awareness of inhalation and meaning and planning circumstantial tangible truths by listening to a voice no matter why the sickening fact that we like to capture pain as an entertaining nutrition and not know when or how to end it while seeking noise and who needs who anyway does not matter having something to say that is known to all beings to just keep from dying and without so much guessing not even close to answering uninformed questions and most accurately known as an interpretive stone whirring and blurring and ringing forbidden where uncertainty is a dead king and she is a beauty queen and opposites don't attract they simply react to an eternal dance so let's start over again in love's inferno yawn - 

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Good Morning Good Night

good morning 
good night

i walked the shadows of hidden meadows until there was a sign to the right, 
you were bathing in the light, then it all fell flat 

good morning
good night 

ride along and sing a song with vague attempts of interpretation,
a transatlantic whirlpool of twisting and turning emotion, 

good morning
good night

 
i'm sorry that karma took a small hit,
but it wasn't my intention 

good morning
good night

perhaps this connection is a singularly demented projection upon failing stars 
whose shine still glitter but with shadows of fear 

good morning 
good night

smiling involuntarily is a beautiful thing I'm sure, 
especially at matters of such insignificance, 

good morning
good night

one strides a rhythmic cadence as the little one jaunts with such carefree joy 
and big picture indifference 

good morning
good night 

it's memory prevention week so I'm setting traps to bring the backhanded troll 
to justice, it's a pretty penny to forgive and forget, my inheritance a bitter 
serenity absorbing youthful anxiety

good morning
good night 

stars cluster unaware of our constant stare, some have the look of shame, 
masking hatred, they're twinkling smiling faces protecting the ones to blame

good morning 
good night

nothing takes aim at the gaps and empty spaces that go on and on, and then 
even after that they go beyond, not so much as a truth or dare of importance, 
more or less an allowance, an embrace

good morning
good night

of course there's courage but it's arrogance that gets the job done, with a split 
personality the lion awaits a cautious blend 

good morning 
goodnight 

the truth of the matter preys pretend and colors splatter in a failed attempt to 
matter, one way is the same all day, baring stops an road blocks along the way

good morning
good night

the hours played sleepless depravation, no breeze, no oscillation, a simple man I 
am not, from where I've come a curious lot

good morning
good night 

after all has been said and nothing has been done, there is the missing, and the 
knowledge and the truth, but in the end we'll start over again

good morning
good night

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Love Won

two came together, 
not knowing how to be there for the other, 
they say ignorance is bliss, 
but how could they miss, 
they made love when they made you 

you surrender to a troubled past, 
defiance was never gonna last, 
i can't help but remember my own, 
and now I know, 
it's time to stop staring and start the caring, 
a better me and god willing, a better you    

don't fear as you pedal on by, 
an entire team of angels is by your side, 
its the demons that twinkle in the spokes, 
turning you 'round and 'round, 
whispering just get the f out of here

girl this lost and found ain't no home, 
i told you that i'd never leave you, 
but you still weather the storms on your own, 
try and set aside apprehension, 
let's not point fingers, 
we know pain is to blame

life doesn't have to be truth or dare,  
the scales lie if they say loves not for you,
stained glass pictures of beauty and grace, 
demons hide within the chapel window panes, 
as you stroke the keys urging notes to take you away,
dreaming of a better day,
you can do this girl,
and i'm here to stay

two came together, 
not knowing how to be there for the other, 
they say ignorance is bliss, 
but how could they miss, 
they made love when they made you - 

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What Kind of Love I

the kind of upside down clown and where all colors run together,
the kind of sing-a-long song and love skips a beat,
the kind that can never be known or ever regret,
the kind of toss and turn and counting waves,
the kind of too many miles, frowns, and goofy smiles,
the kind of now and then they trade sides and he'll rise as she sets,
the kind of intuitions meddlesome consciousness raining reminders of home,
the kind that is void of all sense, sight unseen, and still cause great pain,
the kind you can't leave behind,
the kind you can never forget -

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Sun Loves the Moon

he glances back constantly, knowing all hands turn by degrees, they overlap, in the openings and gaps like fingers of a tree, he yearns to see what shape she'll become.

all hands point in the same direction, and the space between is what they share, 'as long as we remember' lies destiny, 'love lasts forever', a guarantee -

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Silent, I

you, and i, somewhere between twenty four and thirty nine, but whose 
counting,  try not to be so emblazoned because i'm on self imposed restriction 
and have fallen silent as i battle the two letter addiction. the obsession has 
already been lifted, a miracle for sure considering that i was just so damn 
gifted, well, that's what iphone says anyway. please don't feel slighted just 
because it's impossible for me to encourage you to say wow, how are you, and 
please post more like like like gimme more. i'm seriously not a glory whore, 
am i, if all i want is more more more. of course reason is at the core, all i 
wanted was to love without condition, but soon need became the greed of a 
childlike subconscious slum lord. seriously, don't try and guess, you can't 
possibly understand this mess even though we may wear the same cloth of 
recognition, with eyes blank staring waiting for affirmation, and thumbs 
searching constant for instant gratification, that's why i'm here and not over 
there, why i can't stay and say hi because i'd slammed  the door so hard on 
everything that mattered all remained was her heart left shattered. six million 
pieces times one equals everything. so, say what you want flatter flatter, i 
know where i stand and i hope you'll accept that it's me and not you and that 
limited access is a necessity, just enough to get the words out of me, i do 
appreciate, i hope you understand, i am grateful and thankful, and hurtful, 
despite loves magic intention, at the end of the day, i am just another man 
who can't afford the attention -

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Crater, 01

how much can endure
when one is so unsure,
if refrain is coming or going 
if time is right side up 
or forthright down,
unhappiness begets a frown
plays sickly trumpet sounds,
simplicity is a statement  
like bereavement on stale bread,
a stapled diet
wrought fresh of deniability
and tranquility,
act aloof.

paint the sky troubled blue
swing from the trees
of broken branches,
lie and fall,
sweep memories missed
thoughts of were and were not 
so accurately desperate,
cannot remember the taste
of a single delicacy that
brought a smile to the face,
of blame.

test me,
hurt me,
love me,
shake me,
take me,
grant me,
tranquility…
prayers are for the weak 
like me,
tall dark little one
scarce giggled mess
life rehearsing tangled dress,
faults on display
kerning yearning flowered drums,
seeds looking upwards,
damn you soiled seeds,
looking for a sign of someone,
to please.

circles dip and weave
lie dormant for you and me,
blame set the flame
now my name seeps in vain,
rain cleanse thy grief
name calling opposite truth,
soul searching epiphany 
long handed sorrow
dreams shatter, like,
no tomorrow.

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Beauty Sensored

oh dear frustration and damned contemplation, and one of those other 'tions' that rhyme so eloquently, or ridiculously. i'm innocent in all of this, it's like ignorance is bliss, fullness, or something like that, i guess. anyway, beauty came upon me today, actually yesterday, well, maybe a few months back, memory i lack. all i know is beauty came upon me, and glimpsed my tranquility, the kind that cause you to squint, and say "are you talking to me"?, perhaps a little too aggressively. anyway, beauty called upon me like i said, like, like, like, wow really like, and explained how time is her friend, and that it's not good to play pretend. i was honestly honest, and somewhat taken aback, not by her words, but the shape in which they fit. the taste and the tone were somewhat experimental i must confess, after all, beauty was a f...ing mess. for example she shocked me when she said thank you and f... me simultaneously. perhaps shock isn't the right word, for all was plainly understood and secretly known and not substantially suppressed, and by the end of our conversation, and a hint of contemplation, i realized she was forthright and on top of her game...perhaps beauty will come by another day -

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Life Lessons, I

i once almost killed a man with egos bare hands, fortunate irregular heart murmurs and force fed blessings saved us both -  

i once tried it all because i couldn't bear to fall, i couldn't hold on to the broken home smiles in which i'd crawl -

i once drew a portrait kept beneath lock and key, knowing all along anyone could see it was me, peering out hearts cavity -

i once smiled to myself and had to look and see if i was alone, truth is rare and these moments i am prone -

i once felt the sun upon my skin and realized my love is not my friend, a sinking swirling hurt dancing in the wind - 

i once made a human contribution to a drama filled production, accusations worn like an emperor who had no clothes -

i once saw inspiration in a rock, how could i possibly know for sure it's message was clear, to run not walk - 

i once came upon a carefully laid trap, there was a gap in my hesitation and soon i was singing rages favorite childhood song -

i once met a homeless man wavy hair and suspenders, he said god held his hand, and that he'd never said it'd be easy -

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In Other Words

old isn't when you can't, 
it is when you don't, 
and thy pain is from within,
when without - 

life is not a plan,
it is a chance,
intention is a puzzle,
breathing in irregular pieces -

thy beginning is the end,
and thereafter, 
thy power is no more,
than hollow laughter -

determination is ego's frustration, 
and we cheer,
silence is not golden,
rather beholding to thy fear -

practice requires perfection,
to save another's life,
intervention requires belief,
in anything -

a story is not permanence,
or truth,
just a bending of perception,
thy infinite youth - 

to like a thing so much,
will diminish its allure,
sweat is passions motive,
not a reason to quit - 

there is no clean,
we are hypothetical dirt,
conflict is not an inner battle,
it is indecisions potential -

superior is not being better than,
it is the realization,
of something other than,
seeing and believing  -

faith is not religion,
play for truth or pretend,
feel nor fear,
there is no, the end - 

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