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Seraph

My magnificent  seraph, 
Behind a smile she shields her suffering 
Self-forgetting, so self inflicting  
Woe to the one who delights in decency

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A Short Hypocrocy

Im a little bit of what I see in everyone else. An exasperating inconvenience, ill-
disposed and argumentative. I want to hate you but then I would have to hate 
myself. Self-centered, stingy, and stupendously sarcastic. I want nothing more than 
for you to change.

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The Slouching Monk

Among the living landscape rests a man 
Slouching slightly yet remaining tall 
Born from something, and something from nothing 
He blends in with his surroundings 

He has the inferior as root, making him superior 
The low as his base, bringing him up high 
In quality of mind he has depth 
Clever for knowing others, but truly wise for understanding himself 

Filled with knowledge, he does not speak 
For speaking would only show what he does not know 
He rests in the fields away from the rushing civilized life, so eager to be 
finished 
In the fields, where nature never hurries, he is only eager to be 

Having bestowed all he has on others, he has yet more 
He has released himself from all that is impermanant, a true sage 
His way is forever nameless 
He has lived out his days well

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Human Illusions

Insidiously instructing ignorance inserted into him, now handed down to them, 
he preaches to his quire of bemused brethren. “Dispose of you all your belongings 
to those who need them most and you shall be delivered paradise.” “Show others 
grace and you shall be granted good health in body and spirit.” “Hear what I say 
for I say all that is pure and holy.” The Minions scatter secure that their tender 
minds have been matured in a matter of moments by this hoodwinking hustler using 
the intensity of the eternal as his means of persuasion. On the ride home in his 
big ticket BMW the benefactor ravishes his good looks and immense intuition. He 
calls his wife with fiction of a late night with much to do. She submits and agrees 
to clean and clothe the kids for bed, but before their heads rest on their pillow, 
they pray for love and kindness for others just like their father has taught them. 
As they lay sleeping unsuspecting of his dirty dealing, the adulterer lies with his 
mistress unmoved by their devotion. Years later on his death bed he summons his 
siblings for love and affection but now in their older age, they have inherited his 
infection. To indifferent to care, to repelled to love, they scoff at his pleads, 
and misdeeds, leaving him to face his demons in the same way he has always left 
them. Alone.

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Beautiful Insanity

I am a simple being
I simply want to be
I fly threw the air on a cheeseburger with insect hair
I lie on the moon and count the cows yelling moo
I have no cares

Once I was a boy with a friend with big red shoes
he had a red nose and was very mcfriendly
I tilted my head to the side and let my marbles slide
I just want to go back to these days and hide

A car drove to another planet and brought me some toys
Finally I can get off this crazy island 
who are you Mr. Fu, Ill kung some dung into your shoe
Don’t you dare look in my direction, for I am king
you are my infection

My veins are long strands of kool aid
aiding me in my sugar high
I want to fly in the sun its fun for everyone
the color yellow cant be bad to stare at for hours
Just let me run until I wear my body down to nubs, then ill retire

Drunken crazed monkeys carving canaries, shoot the sky
run little canary run
keep your pills to yourself Dr. Barrato
I am a simple being
I simply want to be

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Death of An Intellectual

The last stage of life, I will not go out without a fight. Clinging desperately 
to the last drop of mortality. An accomplished intellectual, accurate and clear, 
yet unmindful of the accessible, an eternal afterlife, an immortal soul. I have 
wandered the world, mastering ponderous planes of purpose, however, departed from 
the indisputable truth of my defining moment. Throughout my all- encompassing 
intelligence I am not ready for this. I am not ready to embrace my ignorance and 
surge into my soul.

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My Humanity

Dear Monsieur,
 Please do not let pass this letter. This is my hindmost testimony to the wistful write-
up of the withered existence I shall entitle humanity. I speak this in that my body has 
not yet expired, however, my very being has taken root to the essence of hates dominion. 
My mind lives on, in an eternal state of anguish perpetuated only by its tendency to 
loathe the very most minuscule molecule, including its ill-conceived companion, which 
drags along like a rake through God’s garden of Eden with no other intent but to destroy 
at the will of its master.

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What Power We Speak

a sibilated soul swiftly flung from two lips embowed, intended to access the 
essence of its recipient and grasp on so tightly that when it is recoiled , the 
unsettled reviler removes a shred. Now inadequate and left immature, the undone 
immortal lashes out with irrelevance of consequence. It recaptures what was once 
lost, only now to find that it has gained a piece of its opposer, It is unconscious 
of the effectiveness of its actions but even now whole again, the affliction 
abides.

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Pleasure Becoming

The world accelerates on its axis as its inhabitants strive to keep up. A never 
ending circle, climatically they will all end up in the same situation. Determined 
to deny destiny they hypocritically don their deaths, losing what is real and 
forgetting what is right. I sit in the midst with a smile on my face for I have 
nowhere or no one to be. Alas I hold the dream of what it is like to actually be 
free.

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In the End

In the end
I feel closer to you than ever 
the touch of your hand
no colder than before
the look of your eyes 
still staring through 

In the end 
I always knew we would be together 
through change of the season
though never for better 

In the end 
they brought me down 
they butchered my name
they blamed it all on me 
I wish you could have seen
How I cried for you

In the end 
I forgive you now
In the end
You buried us both
But now we are together forever
In the end it all came together