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Augustine Peters Nov 2016
Sometimes I just lay in bed breathing
Just breathing
Hoping lightning will strike and the world will feel as pretty as it does in pictures
Bright
Frozen
Illuminated
And then it will set me on fire
I will burn brighter
Feel more
Feel something
Something besides yearning
Feel fulfilled
Feel filled
Feel more than nothing
And then the room will go dark
But I will still be
Lying here
Filled
With lightning
there is enough treachery, hatred violence absurdity in the average
human being to supply any given army on any given day

and the best at ****** are those who preach against it
and the best at hate are those who preach love
and the best at war finally are those who preach peace

those who preach god, need god
those who preach peace do not have peace
those who preach peace do not have love

beware the preachers
beware the knowers
beware those who are always reading books
beware those who either detest poverty
or are proud of it
beware those quick to praise
for they need praise in return
beware those who are quick to censor
they are afraid of what they do not know
beware those who seek constant crowds for
they are nothing alone
beware the average man the average woman
beware their love, their love is average
seeks average

but there is genius in their hatred
there is enough genius in their hatred to **** you
to **** anybody
not wanting solitude
not understanding solitude
they will attempt to destroy anything
that differs from their own
not being able to create art
they will not understand art
they will consider their failure as creators
only as a failure of the world
not being able to love fully
they will believe your love incomplete
and then they will hate you
and their hatred will be perfect

like a shining diamond
like a knife
like a mountain
like a tiger
like hemlock

their finest art
don't feel sorry for me.
I am a competent,
satisfied human being.

be sorry for the others
who
fidget
complain

who
constantly
rearrange their
lives
like
furniture.

juggling mates
and
attitudes

their
confusion is
constant

and it will
touch
whoever they
deal with.

beware of them:
one of their
key words is
"love."

and beware those who
only take
instructions from their
God

for they have
failed completely to live their own
lives.

don't feel sorry for me
because I am alone

for even
at the most terrible
moments
humor
is my
companion.

I am a dog walking
backwards

I am a broken
banjo

I am a telephone wire
strung up in
Toledo, Ohio

I am a man
eating a meal
this night
in the month of
September.

put your sympathy
aside.
they say
water held up
Christ:
to come
through
you better be
nearly as
lucky.
Augustine Peters Jun 2016
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Just do what makes you happy my mom says to me
I reply: What makes me happy is other people being happy
She tells me this is no way to live
Augustine Peters Jun 2016
Every breath is ripped from my body
It burns like a dragons fire
My eyes stare forward
Fixed, unseeing
My flesh is no longer gives
It is steel wrought from the heat of my fury
Too much
Words float on the edges of my tortured mind
Red and sharp
Begging to be strung together
But through the ****** haze my mouth refuses to move
My lungs refuse to help the words along
I see nothing
I say nothing
But I feel everything
there is so much hate in this world and I am angry
I am so angry
I am so angry
I am so angry
I am so angry
Augustine Peters May 2016
Oh
What would I do without Misery?
My sister at arms
What is a day
Not tinged with gray?

Who couldn't she ****** with her charms?

If shes always there
Happiness has no place

Get out!
She says with a frown on her face

Misery is a tragic beauty
Like a frown behind a smile

I invited her in
Told her to stay for awhile

If I wasn't sad who would I be?
Misery loves company

And I am always free
Augustine Peters May 2016
Father
You are not always right
Father
I don't always need you to be right
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