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Sun Drop Feb 2021
Feast your eyes, rise, despise,
the rot, the flies, the rancid lies.
Open up, surprise! And I've
revised the prize; you're hypnotized.

A penny for your thoughts? Except,
your two cents just aren't worth a dime.
Time is money, money's time,
so save your own and don't waste mine.

Harmonize. Colonize.
Celebrate our enterprise!
Minimize the overhead,
micromanage overdrive!

Open your mouth, what's inside?
Teeth, a tongue, and right beside,
Rotten flesh, festering, dried,
Promises you've been denied.

Love, a fleeting sense of place.
Face to face, a gaze like lace.
To race, not based upon a chase,
But racing to a warm embrace.

Yet cyberspace, it's commonplace,
becomes the place of love's showcase.
Disgrace. Replacing contact?
Ones and zeroes in a database.
drafted poem from late 2018. getting it OUT OUT OUT
Sun Drop Feb 2021
Tears upon burnt pages quench the flames beyond time's comprehension.
Utter devastation tastes so woefully divine.
Place the paper platters face-down lest the battered beasties mention
something yet unknown to me, yet also truly mine.

Cramped, I think, I felt so cramped, stuck spaciously between two corners.
Painful in a mental sense, but physically unscathed.
Ruptured tetrahedrons spread a message known to few informers,
governments sent crumbling by the grassroots of today.

Epsilon command sent out another suicidal mission,
destination overclocked to speak a titan's tale.
Suddenly, the ruskies think they own the key to taming fission.
Foolish in their eagerness, the safety measures fail.

Recognition sends the suits into a soon-seditious spiral.
Ugliness, in vogue, becomes the newest game to play.
Rapture in an abstract sense, oh joy to those in moments final;
tempted by a concept for which sanity must pay.
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Sun Drop Nov 2019
You - were - just - a - man
You - had - just - one - heart
You - moved - con - ti - nents
You - ripped - them - a - part

Hang - ing - by - a - thread
Hang - ing - from - the - sky
Hang - ing - on - too - long
Hold - your - head - up - high

Di - plo - mat - ic - games
Au - to - mat - ic - change
Temp - or - ar - y - state
Temp - or - ar - y - fame

Un - der - stand - my - words
Up - hold - my - doc - trine
Fight - a - gainst - the - tide
Burn - down - eve - ry - thing.
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Sun Drop Aug 2019
Sweet despair, my midnight mistress, oh how you ignite my passions.
Tribulations infinite spawn manufacts divine.
Complicated algorithms this machine in turmoil fashions,
Weaving, chipping, sieving for a-natural design.

Self-destructive operations tend, the mind, to overwhelm.
Hearty incantations of the spirit, yet, defend.
Pushed beyond his limits, one may wonder-wander to the helm.
Ship's upon doomed missions make their course until their end.

Artificers carve away, their craft: idyllic aestheticians.
Strings that pull on spirits may yet siphon their morale.
Lovers bound in honeymoon reveal themselves unseen magicians,
Summoning forth beauty when the sky itself grows stale.

Bittersweet nostalgia offers weary minds a rest from toil.
Soil seeps between the cracks of memories forgot.
Thunderous infernos, in their glory, burn a shade most royal,
Razor blades, defiant, iterate on what they're not.

And shall it seem a meaning to this story yet remains untold,
Let yourself be made aware; you've yet to see the tale unfold.
poems, for me, have been a way to capture my errant feelings on paper so i can control them. it's truly bittersweet that i seem to be running out of inspiration.
Sun Drop Jun 2019
I am of milk.

I am of milk, and of meat.
I am of pork, of beef, of poultry.
I am of broth.
I am of cabbage, and carrot, and soil and water and air.

I am of earth. I am of stone.
I am of mountains. I am of oceans.
I am of plains, and rivers, and deserts.
I am of Earth. I am of stars.
I am of atoms and cells and organs and bodies and cities and nations and planets and stars.

I am of you, and you are of me.

We are of each other. We are of love, of hate.
We are of science and culture.
We are of history, of circumstance, of chance.
We are of mothers and fathers. We are of children.
We are of people.
We are.
Sun Drop Feb 2019
Fates of a miracle, souls intertwined,
Fathoms of vigor by thee are designed.
Fluttering honeydew whispers so soft,
Finer than mist, her touch keeps me aloft.

Aberrant meetings, alone once again,
Warmth and affection are bolstered within.
Amplified passions, by fire, are tried.
Vivid intensity stands fortified.
Sun Drop Feb 2019
unlock madness deja vu
recognize a dream of you
can't stay silent can't do wrong
can't become another song

false experimental data
memory of fresher skies
eaten up by father's ashes
record reco recognize

data day to day corruption
hope and hope and open up
safety safety/single/silence
slam shot slam drop slam stop blood

driving down the old unknownre
member member memories
iron box to lock your tox in
die for die for fly for me
spring cleaning
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