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Me and My Anxiety

If my mind were a war torn map and anxiety an invading force
A thorough search of my cerebrum would avail no remorse
Is there a hoard of grotesque assailants standing at the border
Or do I suffer from tensions dispensed by some mental disorder

None the less I attack first with nothing but the element of surprise 
No weapon, no armor, no countrymen, just a crumbling enterprise
I swing my sword in the direction of the pale ghost filling the night 
Cutting to ribbons the notion that I released a lost dog in the fight

Misfortune is mine as the battle rages in the back of my optical lobe
Fixated on the fact that there is a fixed fight at the end of the road
Without negligence I execute the figure who seems to be orchestrating
The darkened world in which I have been unsuccessful in navigating  

With a cough of blood his mouth released a final exasperating word
A man cannot win when he cannot escape falling on his own sword
It took years of tears, torture, trials and tribulations for me to see
Thine own enemy I could not circumvent was me and my “anxiety”

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My Oppressor and I

The parched sycamore leaf
Walked across the patio
Past the portal of my dwelling

The alder slab was immobilized
By a decorative door stopper
Arranged to let the warm
November day work its way in

I snapped out of the life I was leading
Amongst the absorbing pages 
Of a well written book
With my space saved and novel snapped shut
I arose to meet the weary traveler
At the threshold of my hut

There before me was an empty meadow
It's vastness leading to my oppressor's home

I live here
I am my own oppressor

I burden myself with
Great weights of unjustified restraints
I use unused corners
To keep my quiet complaints

I am well aware of my inabilities
To cut myself some slack
I speak poorly of myself
Behind my own back

Never the less I yell
Demanding a presence to be shown
After several minutes filled with
Absolutely nothing at all
A second weary traveler crinkles
As it somersaults by my feet

Tricked by a tumbling leaf
There is no one out here for me to meet
The melted basil plants
Have returned to the ground
From which they have came
Once formidable weeds
Are now all laying lame
Once fruitful tomato vines
Are now blackened with
Nobody but the frost to blame
The land is ripe for winter to claim

There is no one out here
Nobody but my oppressor 
Who demands I retreat inside

I revisit the position
I held in my large armed chair
Easily returning to where I left off
With no acknowledgment
To the bookmarks job well done
No appreciation to it's
Silent steadfast work

Trapped through the ages
A life pressed between the pages

It is here I will remain 
Free from the steady glare
Of my all consuming oppressor 
Free from time restraints
Free from reality
Free from idiosyncrasies 

Free from the world
In which my position is unclear

It is here I will remain
Till my eyes fall heavy
The last page is turned
Or I'm disturbed by my next imaginary guest




3/5/18

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Laughing While Grinding Axes

The lane leading into the alley was lined with weeds
False intentions masked by good deeds
The end of the chosen route turned out to be dead
Too many conversations for one man's head

So he began snapping at friendly fingers
From the corner he had backed himself in
Lies falling from his mouth with every drop of the chin

I bent so far back that my blades touched the ground
Then you stepped on my belly and jumped up and down
One thousand times you could of broke my back
But my heart may never heal from your malicious attack

You wielded my graciousness against me in battle and won
The battlefield before you lay barren 
Clinching your weapon there were no signs of spoil from this war
You began to wonder what exactly it was you were fighting for
Now that everything has fallen silent and your head starts doing the math
A lonely existence results from an over cleared path

Standing alone on your island with every bridge burnt
Will the pain from your decisions be your lessons learnt

You board a small craft that is solely equipped with a grinding wheel
Never knowing what it is to to be even keeled
Did all this come to fruition just yesterday
Or have you always been slowly drifting away
The name of your boat reads sociopath
As you grind your axes with a wayward laugh

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Jar - O - Marbles

OH you marbles in a jar!
Teacher wants us to guess how many of you there are
I try to count the ones showing, but I lose track
This silly circular jar, has neither a front nor back
The child with the closest guess, will undoubtedly score
The dangling allure of candy galore
After several examinations of size, girth, and magnitude
I devised a plan, I had to act rude!

I looked at the clock, five minutes left in class
It was time to act, I had to act fast
I jumped on my desk, pooting with my arm pit
Not stopping a bit, when the teacher asked quit
It worked!  I won!  A detention date!
Alone with a certain marble jar, was my fate

Ten minutes into detention
The teacher stood up, and said I’ll be back in five
Then up from my chair, I came alive
My tipped towed creep walk, had to look funny
But my marble guesstimate had to be on the money
The teacher walked back into the room 
And set a manila folder down
I was safe, number known, fake snoring, seat bound

Detention had just started
I was shocked when she said I could go
But I was gone 
Quicker than an arrow released from a bow!



After tossing and turning all night with no rest
I walked in the next morning, and turned in my guess
It seemed to me, to be, the longest day of the year
           But it came
When the teacher announcing the winner
 Announced my name

Clenching my fists
I shook them to the left And right of my head
Laughing to myself
“ I can’t believe it”, I said
As she walked to her Closet to award my Amazing feat
I noticed the manila folder On her desk 
Had my out-poking 
Allergy sheet

Highlighted Was the word NUTS…
 
How could this be
A years supply of Goobers 
Was awarded to me!

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Moral of the story is... don't cheat!  You are never as sly as you think you are.

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Dissonant Minion of Love

So mischievous was Aphrodite's dissonant minion of love
Instinct is discerning towards arrows released from above 

With a dishonest consideration to environmental influences 
	He pulled back his bow
Finger still wet from determining the wind's lingering effect 
	On the emotions below

Releasing piercing assailants from the invisibilities of love
Instinct is discerning towards arrows released from above

Some say he carried a torch to inflame a cold lover's heart
	After piercing it through
Or did the dancing flame's movements depict the direction 
	The winds of change blew

Whether through wind on water or fire, he shot off for love
Instinct is discerning towards arrows released from above 

Scantily clad and trembling in February's cold air does not 
	Fruition in precision archery
Mix in a thin skin that stings in a shaking submission and
	Cold hands shoot clumsily

Arrow tip is dipped in a poisonous mix of desire and love 
Instinct is discerning towards arrows released from above

His alabaster intentions flanked by the callous and careless 
	Comprehension of a child
With no elevation calibration and a credulously nascent mind 
	Misapprehensions go wild

Sporadic, plastic, acidic, nomadic, orgasmic is erotic love
Instinct is discerning towards arrows released from above

Grey faced with white feathers his descending arrows know
	No proper guidance
With knowledge as a shield I voice my own decisions with a
	New found stridence

Venus plays with love as does a cat letting an injured mouse
Deliberately think it has made it safety to a hole in the house

To be an ethical shot the hunter at best should only occasionally
	Succeed with his kill
Leaving the hunted the opportunity to take a stab at love with
	Their own free will

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Irony Waters

The corridor to her heart
     Was lined by shelves with dusty books

The walls were adorned with a myriad of portraits
     For whom all had haunting looks

Upon first entering there was ample room
     One could turn around to run
And now it is as though I'm a bullet chambered in a gun

Bleeding through my armor plated chest its clear to me
     There's no such thing as manifest destiny

In the hallway of my life I stand before
     The last door at the end
To petrified to knock, much less let myself in

The open palms of want were turned upside down
      As offerings were thrown upon uneven ground

Isn't it funny how quick things change
      When what we want gets re-arranged 

Sides chosen for their beauty can turn ugly by time
      And the air just gets thinner the higher up that we climb

In a bed of tragedy wicked thoughts are spawned
      As one lover drowns the other in a heart shaped pond

Investigators send samples of the water to a lab to be tested
      Where there is a man in a white coat who has nothing invested

The results are rich in iron and high in agony
       A crown of thorns laced with bitter irony

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I'M the Water In the Well

I'm the water in the well, captured and still
Dwelling as I get my fill of infinite time to kill
There isn't no flow or nowhere for me to go
I can't even trickle, or meander slow

Stagnation has set in like a darkened sky
No one leans over wells these days to cry
And if you want to speak about far falling tears
I've not seen my wooden bucket for years

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Ketchup Up

Driving over a bridge

Is a scary affair

Suspended we drive
 
Way up in the air!

If water is liquid

How does it hold us up?

My soup can't even hold 

Just a little ketchup up!

The physics of it all 

Baffles me

But then again

 I'm only three!

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Held Too Long

The-lit-wick-burnt-quick
I am the dipped stick
People are always referencing to

For two reasons:
One, is that I held on too long
Two, is because all but two fingers are gone

Lets look on the bright side, shall we...
I was a beautiful explosion!

A vibrant bouquet 
Of summer flowers in bloom
Emanating from my hand 
In offering to the night sky

There was an orange so serene
It could make the setting sun cry
At least I lost my pinky finger 
And not my right eye

The potassium and iron oxide
That filled the firecracker's column
Made brilliant scores of violet and red 
As visions of pyrotechnical plum ferries danced in my head 

There was also a yellow that looked as if it escaped from dreams
 Like a day lily in the morning that just busted its seams
This can be attributed to the explosive levels, of sodium
Which may of in turn resulted, with the loss of my thumb  

Iron was unmistakably there creating a pure gold
The color of the ring a lost extremity used to hold

Copper sulfate was present creating the truest of blue 
Five digits once stood where now there is two
Titanium, aluminum, or magnesium powders
Gave the finish a hurtful bright white
I may be giving a peace sign 
But everything is not alright



6/9/16 - real late at night

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Three Pillars of Prosperity

The        	three		pillars
of         	pros-	        perity
are        	peace 	forgive-
ness       	and		love.
Why      	else		would
the       	olive		branch
have      	been    	brought
back      	by		the dove.
Priv-      	ileges		fall
with      	comp-	lacency
like       	sand     	from
the        	hand.	Take
noth-     	ing 		for
grant-    	ed, 		not 
even      	dry		land.
Any       	thing		you
build     	in		this
life       	will		crumble
to        	the 		ground.
Un-       	less		your
three     	pillars	of
pros-     	perity 	are
struct-   	urally 	sound