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Broken Logic

borders drawn and refused entry
my thoughts limit themselves to their flawed counterparts
seeking answers from those who never question authority
hiding behind those who know the truth that they were merely told
wishing to be held one last time closely by someone they thought they loved
ink spills onto parchment and produces an image of long forgotten angst
smiles of hollow-headed individuals who speak in groups that never translate

portions of a broken mirror still reflect what we have yet to see
bloody fingers fumble through the mess that is organized at our ends
alliances with enemies to progress to a place that we find surreal
holding our hands out for payment and receiving just advice on how to live
smelling the acid that pours from our lips and poisons our process

holding our flag high while reciting an anthem to those below
promising that we are equal while explaining our differences
the blind will hear and the deaf will see

motors make noise and move the people forward
while all they wish to do is look back upon what they left behind
pay no attention to those who hate what you create for they do not understand original thoughts
hate has been around much too long and we must advance towards a better life

the stanzas end with a response that you never thought could be comprehended 
broken down to your knees, you stand in the ruins of your collapsed dream
you smile at the skies with clouds that promise to bring relief in due time
though nothing can come close to the pain that you felt when you realized she was gone

take a star from the expanse and cast it behind your shoulder
follow the sun and lead yourself by the moon
smile no more and frown no less
we will all be together eventually

pieces of us will be reflected in broken mirrors
but we will be together
again

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Sobriety - the Poison That Fades

I'm sober but in a intoxicated way, 
when I walk, I mumble to myself 
delicately.
The words are like poison. 
The acid melts away the compliment 
to the barest bones. 
I grind them 
to make soup.
The worms find themselves confused as they go towards the surface just to be breakfast for a bird who hasn't seen their children in what seems to be years.
As the wind picks up speed, the bird fights through it. 
As I did. Is there a battle waging
or is life supposed to be a struggle?
The lungs collapse and the avian angel plummets towards Earth 
with only herself to blame.
If we're all God's creation, why did he make us different from one-another?
Why don't we live in complete equality?
Like the decomposing used-to-be's...
Only in death are people the same, we are not meant to know why, if we were privy to this knowledge, we would all die and throw ourselves to the ground in hopes to join them in the soil.
My words feel like toxic, my bones feel weak. I'm a struggler. But I don't know why...
If I just fight for a moment longer, maybe then I will find internal peace, with an external breath.
Because if I don't I only have myself to blame. 
I'll make the angels wait. 
I still have my concoiusness.
That keeps repeating the same phrase: 
"To dust we were formed 
and to dust we return. 
But dust fades 
and poison remains."

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Having Second Thoughts

free flowing thought in a lazy river of emotions
connecting sentences by combining threads of a web
spiders dance - they get dizzy with knowledge
answers are given but only understood without more intricate research
time and time again - our watches stop clicking but we keep purchasing them
yet we can buy not a second more of our life - when it is our time to go 
your voice may be soft but the challenges you have faced prepared you for a debate
you adjust your jaw as though you are trying to coerce a smile out of hiding
like a young friend who you have lost in your schoolyard -
they walk out of the shadows and to you - they are revealed
somehow they are different compared to the last time that you saw them
standing on the edge of a ladder and careful to keep balance
falling the short distance but keeping their head high for they have felt maturity
it has gripped at their shoulders and kept them focused on a goal
where will these ideas lead you all...
time will tell you only when your watch is fixed
plans can be set in stone but over time even a face of a stone erodes away into dust cloud
full of thoughts
it kicks up and reminds the elderly woman of her youth
leaving the home she helped provide for because of unforgiving dust cloud
she moved out to the Western edge looking for her Eastern lover
she promised him that she would reach out to him as soon as she arrived
he was just out of reach
and so she goes to the makeshift shed on the newly-established property
and she gathers the ladder from the side of the wall
patiently exploring the next with her stride in a safe position
the lunar vision reaches down and pulls the waves to crash over her
knocking her to the ground but keeping her safe inside of a current
flows downwards towards her lover and his property boundary
stands - covered in a grainy film which consists of saltwater and sand
one smile at him - the very same grin that she witnessed after he hid those years ago
she recognizes him as the friend she lost in the game those many years ago
the years march on and she finds herself on the established homestead and its porch
she rocks in the chair that he built by hand so she could have a place to put her children to sleep
she carried them into their nursery and sat with them until they were ready to dream
she would never destroy their dreams
time would not allow her to do so
as the clock clicks in the corner
clicking - clicking
until it stops
and she breathes a final phrase

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The Veil of Night

A veil covers your countenance and keeps your eyes focused.
At your side rests your hand which grips a bouquet of your favourite flowers.
Your other hand is entangled with my fingers and the warmth is inviting.
We wait until the sky opens and lets out her nightly orchestra of crickets.
Shall we dance is my inquiry as you gaze upon my face.
You share your deepest concern as I assure you that there is nothing to fear.
The stars are our stage and the music swells with every step that we take.
The moon is a spotlight to our motion that is gaining momentum.
We must be rapid and make sure all of our movements are worthy for day will soon arrive.
The sound of your voice puts me in a state of euphoria.
I press my lips against yours and vow to never leave your side.
For there is nowhere that I would rather be.
Your half and my half provide a whole answer to a problem that is now fixed.
We are one and the same. Together we stand.
Hand in hand, we make our way to the chariot which we ride into the sunrise.
The clouds surround us and we are hidden from view.
To the world - we are gone.
To each other - we are found.

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The War On Thought Processes

pamphlets declaring war are stuck in the boots of soldiers
as they march towards the capital city that they aim to liberate
they smell the fear in the air and it is thick with anticipation 
the sweat collects in their uniforms and has nowhere to escape
they stare at the sky and wait for the clouds to dispense some liquid encouragement
the mud is up to their waists and the snow is unforgiving
they grimace at the thought of what has transpired within these city limits
their imagination runs rampant with fears and phobias of how
they do not know for what they fight
we know now and we remember when
grasping for a concept and filing it away where we think it may be safe
the mind ensnares information with a mental blitzkrieg that defends all thought
a boot traversing through the mud is just as effective as a thought slowly escaping ones mind
as we look to the clouds and see that our brains are blanketed in fog
war may help you look forward but it is also a great way of looking back
now please assist me with these pamphlets
they need to be given out
like free thought and opinion
war has a lot of conflict - true
but internal thought is a struggle in its own way

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Poet To the Core

Though lately I have no impulse to eat an apple
 I understand why people do so
For humans are built in a similar fashion
All different variations for different paths
one rolls down a hill and one stays by the tree
one may be sweet yet turn sour with time
one may be sour but preferred anyways
they have a core with is covered in the middle with seeds
our cores are filled with logic and sometimes confusion
our seeds are our thoughts that permeate into society
planting our impact and growing our trees full of blossoming fruit
the sunlight fosters growth for the apple and the mind of the Poet
the apples have a skin which can be bruised or nurtured and cared for
the inside can be used for good - or it can be rotten
apples can be very high up or right beside you
but when you find yourself shining one on your shirt
preparing for the first bite of the day
remind yourself - you have a life inside you
you have a life that you share on the outside
just promise me one thing
the apple - if taken far from the tree
will always remember which tree it came from
for you may travel for miles
but you are always who you are
to the very detailed and impressive
core

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A Gift of Immortality

When the sun disappears from view, 
it hasn't gone completely.
When the moon fades from the morning sky, 
it hasn't gone completely.
As I sit across from you 
and 
whisper secrets about what once was 
We have our lives ahead of us
 to see what we mean by our words
Actions may be remembered 
and recalled
They may show us what time 
sacrificed looks like to the untrained eye
Yet the one thing that remains permanent
 is how our words affect each other
My heart may hear your
 voice
My heart may sing your 
song
Yet there is no sound I would rather 
hear 
That compares to that of your
 heartbeat
And when that
 heartbeat ceases to have a sound
It shall take its place amongst 
mine
My heart shall beat for both of us
You will live on within me
Immortals once were told that death
 could not ensnare them
But they discovered the greatest way
 of staying permanent
Was by living amongst others
 by residing within them
So when they were no longer needed
And immortals fled 
to the sky
They were always remembered
Because they dwelt 
within us
Not just for the life that they lived
But inside our bodies and heartbeats as well