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Bryant Dec 2018
I want to slide into the plumbing of your heat
Strapped to a bed
Hole in your chest
I still can't get in

The distance between us is like time
Infinite and infinitesimal
Inches to kilometers
Miles to centimeters

I can feel your warmth from Pluto
Like a silver ribbon tethered to an outter rim space cadet
Lost in space
Swimming through the ylem to get to your divide
When i find you and feel your gravity
I worry that atrophy will fill my knees
Collapsing from the weariness of my quest

El Dorado's Golden Road
Ponce de Leon's Fountain of Youth
Suzie's Fourth Floor Room
Bryant Dec 2018
I am the fourth wheel on a tricycle
Or one of the inside tires on a semi
Completely blown  
Never effecting the load

Always alone
Surrounded by people who like it that way

I put entirely to much into friendships
All of myself
Worth as much as my convenience

This is normal?

I'm abnormal

I love people for the burdens they bring
Disregarding self-interest on a whim
A red tea cup standing in front of a bull in the china shop
Equal parts bravery and fragility
Born to break

They put me in armour twice my weight and send me to face the giant
To die second

Welp, **** it's coming for us all
Living and perishing in each breath
To tell the truth
It probably should be me

No superhero
No martyr
No sacrificial goat
The greatest common factor
A purpose

Long since out
If I'm neither coming nor going
I should probably disappear

Ghost runner tagged out stealing home
Gallops through the umpire
Arms stretched outwards toward victory
Winning the game!"
Bryant Dec 2018
A game of Questions and Answers

-A Challenge-

Are you clever enough to care; inquisitive for virtue's sake?

It's your opinion that you are easy
Every problem a solution
Every cause an effect

Maybe I'm simple, but you make me think
A way to be happy and whole
Rarely do the two coincidence
Suddenly you collided into me

Like waking from a stare
A shocking smack sensation
Choking on my own breath
Held upside down and forced to live

To tell truth, I always knew it was there
Color fantastic, vibrance that my infant eyes could not see
To tell the truth, I saw brilliance in the gray
Until you gave cones to my rods
A placid plane beautiful
Sensory compulsion
Falling back; sinking into the mold
Gitty anticipation as the warm resin encapsulates my nose

Breathing underwater
What a relief?
Compared to drowning on dry land

I have never been one for dreaming, but you poke glowing pegs through the black construction paper of my mind
Depicting what could be
Pictogram prophecies

I lean on you like philosophy

Propping my prospects of prosperity on you
This is unfair
This leads to disillusionment
The frailty of faith's lazy complacency
Shepherding you a scapegoat; to the next pasture scheduled for herbicide

So blatant yet with holding
The function to the utopian equation
I'm scared to present you with my data
I mean who wouldn't be
Like attempting to converse with the divine
My head may explode with unworthiness

A canvas cadaver
At least i know you are into splatter art
Bryant Dec 2018
Wait one ******* minute...

Okay, I'm one of those okie doke mother ******* huh?
Waddling and quaking right in to your pitiful rouse

Marksmen can make targets out of anything
Cans, bottles, fools

On the ground
On a fence
Hurled towards oblivion

Pull!

Hope fills the beacon as it crests the ascension
Notions of survival fashioned in a free fall

-Similar Sensibilities-

Gems sought out in dirt clods
Friends amongst fiends
Love's Gemini; Lust
Truthfulness in desire

Falicy gives the sustance of Chinese food
Gorging to the brink of gastric obliteration
Satisfaction meets it's pinnacle

Where does the mountaineer go when peaks become plateaus?
You will come down too
Soon enough you will come down

  - The Simplest Adages-
  
Up is one half of a cycle that controls us all
Every dog has it's day
Every birthday suite; a funeral tuxedo

Remember to smile big
It's the only chance you have to win
Happy victims
Mercilessness's only weakness
Clay pigeons with guts grinning
Bryant Dec 2018
It's easy to not get high locked in a room
But how do you get over being locked in a room

To have a life, I can not live

I could not do them; if they didn't exist
But they are everywhere
They look for me
I hear them when the light of day breaks the jam of my door
Not little whispers
******* screaming, like foreign death meatal on loop
Making my ears feel hot and like they might be bleeding

They aren't though
If they did
They might take me seriously
I'm one train werk away from
"It was so obvious"
Bryant Dec 2018
Grid scored on my back
Clove bulbs spiked, superficially clinging with determination of sand spurs

I'm a ham
Served whole

Sweating, secreting succulent indifference
Life's teeth glint and catch the middle of my iris

Shhh...

Can you see them?
Clinch your soul's curtains
Barricade the shutters of your mind
Allow yourself to be overcome with paradise personified

Now tell me, do you see?

Bunnies sprinting through great green rolling hills
Hind-quarters thumping
Leather pads attempting to flatten the horizon

***** daydreams
Lamenting desire's demented delusions

Same in the end
Bullet driving fantasy
Bursting free
Exploding back to front
The calamity of innocence
Mercy sprays into the air
Atomizing as it descends
Defining invisibility's mass

I could never pull the trigger
Even if to preserve my own breath
A coward's concession
Self-sacrifice in spite of shame

That's the way things go
Quality of life is contingent on what can't  be remembered
Why is it so hard to forget
Happy time granules have fallen
Slightly off color
Completely missed placed in this miserable sand box
Bryant Nov 2018
"Brother, Brother, Brother"

Titles passed out like Gestapo badges
Pinning loyalty's bronze shield to their chest
Shaking hands at the elbow
In the same motion bring them to my chest
Embracing them; as I would expect to be clutched after an extended absence
Bone meal nearly being rendered from the pressure between the plates of our breast

Troupe before all; dedication documented

Truth is only given to those close to the heart of the honest
Propaganda; lies served warm and edible from the perimeter of our inter Sanctum
Real to real projectors flickering silent motion pictures of hoaxed heroism
Repeat double features; free all day matinees

I'm sitting outside without a ticket.?
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