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Middle Shelf Jan 2020
another little man
casting shadows
upon the moon

as an impossible object
born from tangible things

life alive
it is always in a state of production
and our dreams they are always
a reflection of that motion

"a big shadow cast by a tiny tree"

so what we want will not always be what we see
to be the things we achieve along this way

before the endings of our beginings
we will be always more
than all of our shortcomings

and of what is left
we have to be less
of something more

when it is finished

one by one
death by death
life by life

we are all of us,
more
than just flesh and shortcomings
and we will all of us
be less
than the truth of our overcoming's

from a great species
visceral
intellectual
fatally human
... perpetually alive
as only more than one
can this come
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humans make mistakes
and mistakes do make us better

as our flaws do make us human
and those flaws they are the reason
why this human race is great
because mistakes can make us better
and humans make mistakes

and this is not a bad thing
that there exists the bad things
it's how we see the good things
stacked up next to the bad things
and this is not a bad thing
unless you only see the bad things
and forget about the good things
to be one's self a bad thing
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Devotion
is not loyalty

And the difference is sacred
if you always look closer

And in the in betweens
Is where you will find these things...

What you want hear
In a kind of fight with,
What you need to listen to

Here lives' the irreplacable things

That make you mean
   More
or maybe less
Devotion is telling people what they want to hear; loyalty is telling people what they need to hear
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The next statement is true,
    the previous statement is false

Are we friends?
  Can we maybe at least be....
     dear loving enemies'?
Very intimately
    I can see you
Quite intricately
    Like you never will
Without us in concert
we might be that special thing
   You simply can never admit

that thing

You always need...

but can't admit

that thing

   we can't see
not just yet

But I know
because they told me
That it's not supposed to be pretty
       Until you admit that we're ugly

And then,
  and only then       We'll find beauty.

    across distances unimagined

across distances we can't fathom

Across a distance we have no reason to cross
I was listening to Jenny Lee Lewis when I wrote this.   (acid tounge)
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Toxic concrete
Desperation's jungle
Wrapped around throats
 
Full of cracks
And broken things
Hopeless and ****
 however
So every so often
Up comes a rose
Perfectly grown
 perfect
Among chaos
Despite cracks
The broken things
Those desperate minds
And toxic hard things
   survival 
Suffering
   to survive
And up came this rose
Perfect among chaos
Beautiful in any venue
 in any language
Perfect and exposed
Admired but left alone
   respected beauty 
Because old friend....
Every so often
When it's hope
That every so often
Grows where it shouldn't
It breeds more
  inside
It shows beauty
And a message
   that says
Every so often
Anything is possible
That everything can be beautiful
Even all that is ugly
Can become all that was ugly
So we can be beautiful
     objectively
     together
Knowing no shame
Fearless and finding...
Happening
Hopefully
     upon the lost of us
To find the best in us
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expectation defines meaning
with exception
'hey how are you?' is a greeting
not a question
like fake **** are just illusion
not deception

some lies are not collusion
just confusion
some lies induce delusion
for a reason

the truth and being truthful
are not mutually exclusive
it's the lie not in confusion
that's relationship pollution
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Forth and back so on and so forth

Madness masking more madness

When a narcissist cries

Big, fat, salty

Crocodile tears of self love

For you to appreciate their
Sensitivity

Insightful through the most insidious of manipulations

Unaware, blissfully, so blissfully you stay unaware

In an emotional waiting room

Preparing for an appointment

That was never made

Not for you anyway
You're just the vessel
My ride to the store

Paradoxically
To the narcopath

Self love is
Self loathing

Self loathing's
Self love

Those who crave pity

Must first devour all of their own
Then starve at too young an age
From loving themselves
Much too much
Behind a shattered enough stage


A mess at the start
Even cats need learn their own claws

Professional confidence from something

Re-sewn, sutured, glued, reassembled

From pure disaster into smooth alabaster
Sharp at the edges, dangerous
This insightful love of the narcopath

Fierce now unbroken
Statuesque
Whole and all powerful

Distorted fully to experience zero reality
Floating among humans
In irrelevant situations

A deep love shared for the glory

Of one

With the strength

Of one thousand suns


Be careful

Those little emo black holes, ha,

They'll swallow your *** whole

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