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Our shadows hold many secrets,
If our walls could talk,
they'd choose silence.
Shades of promises broken
And shades theft and violence.
Heavy hands one day will tend
To the graves of fools,
Pray for them
Then blanket them,
With viverant noxious blooms.
Notorious names now
Censored by blood, tears
And dust.
And among them one day
Sadly, will be the names of us.
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Who are you?
If I had the time,
I'd find out,
But the light turns green
And faces streak by
So fast.
And when the light is red,
I make sure the doors
Are locked and the Windows
Are raised.
Who are you?
Don't worry,I'll try
Not to stare,and sorry
Not a dime to spare.
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Thrift shop miracles of multi-
layered mysteries,insomniac-
drifters stumbling up the highway to
a water-logged Nirvana.
Stuttering hymns to flannel saints
who have not yet; joined the cult of
organized-nicean-rebellion.
Midwest slackers distressed in jeans
and in mind blood slowly becoming thick
black-tar, seeking release from big-haired-
bards &synth-pop-psychiatrist.
seeking freedom from German-hammers
& London-fog,
searching with work boots unsalted;
For a new kind of weather.
Earth-sister-pixie over caffenated
Balarina dancing rythm-less to a new
discorded blues dreaming of jazz and
feminist revolution; building a new alternative-
nation a new president Kennedy,
Shouting rain soaked rebellion in Starbucks
Between vicodin and shots of expresso.
Souls coming together in mosh-pits of
Discontent everclear-mud and hormone-
laced sweat coming down together;
Drinking rivers to drench the fires of MDMA.
Indian outlaws lost in the dextroverse,
Seeking the pain of country music, but
the Appalachian's were lost bathed in
black-lights&neon the coal miners daughter,
left the hollers for the Seattle fog&adderall .
O' lomo tinted cherubs that filled the 90's
morgues screaming love songs to familiar spirits
Of delta-blues my girls & boys here's where
You sleep tonight put to rest by your own
Divine-hands seeking Nirvana, and all
You ever wanted was there in your arms but
The man in the box would tell you otherwise,
And still nothing else mattered.
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Bright,
tight strings,
colorful
unraveling
nerves.
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Hi how are you?
What seems to be the problem?
I’m so sorry about that.
How would you like to resolve,
this issue?
Alright let me talk to My superior.
My apologies.
So sorry for the inconvenience.
One moment please.
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The sky above me,
Was once a moonlit ocean,
I no longer swim.
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It’s very easy
to breathe,
but a true talent,
to lose ones breath
or learn the magic
to take anothers.
Just be as still
As possible,
And take it in,
The everyday magic will,
rain down around you,
like the fires of Pentecost.
And when it happens,
And it will;
You'll be speechless.
Trying to catch your
Breath.
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The days are long,
Everything is new,
Love’s took for granted,
And death has yet to brush against you.
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I stare at the broken clock;
And it sends chills down my spine.
Then suddenly I realize
It has been raining.
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