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Michael Rucker Nov 2016
Another day on the job.
The typical 7 to 3 I work, day in and day out.

Expressions to all here on this morning,
composed of stone.
A break in time, where the sun has yet to rise,
and we all gather, to watch the sky.
Michael Rucker Nov 2016
Porch sitting,
a cigarette lit between my index and middle,
as usual.
Safari sitting beside me,
unable to comprehend the world around fully,
startled by the noises that night carries on.

"Leave where you're at."
"No."
I commend the brave souls, who face this earth.
As for souls similar,
the screened in area at the back of the house, is home.

The moon's radiance shedding on the sky,
the crickets howling,
Safari, still scared.
Another night, with another cigarette.
The white wicker chair is still, home.

"Carry on, walk away."
"Never."
The heart lies in the grass,
five shades darker than five hours ago.
The soul carries this landscape.
The white concrete floor, home.
Michael Rucker Oct 2016
Haze,
speaking at me.
Beckoning forth a gift.
Tranquility.
Illusion.
Bellow out, cries of this wasteland,
caress the beat of my sleeping heart.
For I, accept the gift.
Michael Rucker Oct 2016
My sea of love had only been superficial words just as any other of the teenagers out there. Something that faded away with the lapse of a few seconds. I could keep the facade up to keep two people happy (myself and my significant) but why do such an empty thing when truly it means nothing to myself or the other. Sure at the moment it feels nice to be told you’re beautiful, but self doubt floods into the adolescent mind inevitably, due to weak individuality and self-assurance. This is why love is so short lived among us all. We depend on each others thought out contributions to make each other happy out of insecurity of the others unhappiness and dissatisfaction, rather than figuring out what we can do on our own without worry of them being happy.We push to the back of our minds the fact that knowing what we do naturally creates happiness.
Michael Rucker Oct 2016
Walk with me, dear? The world isn't a beautiful place,
take a glance through my lenses, for you need them as I need yours.
Lets climb the mountain, just to fall back down. Walk with me, and see the changes take us.

Can we even fix our problems?

You and I together, atop the cliff by the ocean.
"You'll leap with me."
Were you ready? Because I wasn't either.
But together we thought we would, even though together was the mistake we made, to hold to our hearts as close as we could.

Things aren't perfect and neither am I, so why did I take you while I lived my life?  
I could barely walk on my own two feet, and neither could you.  
We gave our all together,
just couldn't keep the flame alive.
Michael Rucker Oct 2016
Can I please rest and watch the shadows dance above,
or could you spare some quiet instead?
For I am exhausted of fighting for similar,
and the weight I carry's dead.
I've decorated my insides with toxicity,
and just brought this temple to the ground.
The fire snuffed in my eyes,
with water poured all around.

Acknowledge this plea, with the ears you were given.
As it is muffled by undertow from my revision.
There is no second sermon to this broken body's cry,
and god ******, there never will be because I couldn't hold myself up at that podium long enough to let loose one more breath.

God, I hold a lover's conviction as powerful as you,
but these bones too weren't meant for this world.
So is this the dilemma I must face,
while others keep pace beneath your shroud?
I don't know everything, and I know I never will.
But that's why I've gone up and won't go down.

I'll try to carry these burdens I hold,
but we all opt out at death,
Do you consider the things we think about, during our last breath?
So show me where you'll go and I'll show you where I go too,
because I don't know what's at the end, but I'm not going alone.
I am not alone.

Being miles below ground, I have become diamond.
Waited for a chance,
to shake the dirt from my back,
but it never happened, because I never decided.
Instead I chose to hold,
and let this weight take it's toll on me.
Michael Rucker Oct 2016
"I am Christ."
A sacrilegious conviction, caused from the facade "LSD" impends.
Years of compliant living,
complacence behind their backs,
resenting every holy being,
yet now you are "Christ."
"The Messiah Complex" heeds your statement,
along with "Delusions of Grandeur,"
and "Schizophrenia."
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