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 Nov 2020
Graff1980
Behold the marvelous mystic mind
that divines the truth behind
those enemy lines.

Look closer to the bolder beholder,
at the one poet who told her mother
not to trust her father,
that serpentine swine who dined
on mankind’s wasted time.

Here is another poet with his artistic wit
intertwined with the fine wine
of philosophical and scientific
observations he made fit with
a halfway decent rhyme scheme.

Now, I present with perfect present tense
the ultimate meaning of all of it,
no more flowery prose
ready or not here goes
my genius,

Behold……
oh crap. I forgot it.
 Nov 2020
Shubhankar Mathur
Intoxicated,
With my ego inflated
Lights out, I'm faded.

My thoughts are clouded,
A blurry vision
What a lonely season.

I don't know why they say
"It's better to have loved and lost,
Than to have never loved at all."

All these emotions come at a cost,
The writing was always on the wall;
Long before I dropped the ball.

It was all more than I knew,
After all the chances I blew
I can't even remember to forget you.
People don't ever wanna be lonely; even when they are happily intoxicated they pine for the one(s) they miss. Love is a mystery, but people also want a certified mind-blowing love they can drink dial to!
 Nov 2020
Graff1980
The greatest form of wisdom
is external and internal compassion,
knowing that though others
need forgiving
some of that blessing
should be invested
in oneself.

To be present in the moment
feeling the sweet enjoyment
of how we live,
not fretting over the past
or dreading what is coming next.

So, I smile and stand polite,
enjoy the quiet night,
cause anything can go wrong
just as anything can go right.
 Oct 2020
Graff1980
Plastic faces
line these places
pale figures
with thin skin
masks hiding
everything.

Lace this life
with a little
strychnine,

draw the line
snort it
just to kick
it up
a notch.

Blow out
all the doubt
let it go,
let your
whole body
stop
drop
and flop.

**** the minute
****** time
till you find

truth is a lie.

No joy last
forever,
not even
the clever
get out of this
*****
alive.
 Oct 2020
Graff1980
I’ve seen
life **** the
marrow and steam,
from the hearts
that screams
waking to nightmares
from other bad dreams.

I’ve seen sorrow
spin and spill
the bottle
that makes
them feel ill.

I’ve seen chunks
come up
as fools pay the
the steep price
for late night
gotta get a life
fun time
gone wrong.

I’ve seen the road
that consumes
a broken body,
a choking
toking
player
spending his last chip
just to spit nasty bits
and end it.

I’ve seen horror,
but being blessed,
I got to wake up
less depressed then when
I fell asleep crying.
I lived while
others were dying.
I got knack for surviving.
despite all the crap I have seen.
 Oct 2020
Graff1980
It never ends,
it will not change,

I watch my friends
in so much pain.

I watch the world
were men
struggle in vain,
but still get
gunned down,
by the cops
that run their town.

Wanna see them
with their heads up,
wanna watch the
whole country
get fed up
and stand up
for those who are
suffering right now.

Yesterday,
a man with little kids
took multiple shots
from some *******
bully cop
who would not stop,

and sadly
it will not surprise me
if when I turn on
my computer or tv
I hear pundits
or youtube dudes
demonizes
the victim
cause that is what
they always do.
-- 2020 August
 Oct 2020
Graff1980
The rivers
only run
backwards
in our dreams,
fantasies,
and memories.

We can
only go back there
when we think
and remember,
no sparks
or embers
can relight
December’s
fire that has died.

A corpse is just
potential dust
but in the end
we all go that way.

The road may bend,
curve out and in
but the traffic
won’t let us
drive back
to the exact
same place and time again.

When you read this
if you do,
once or twice
or more times
if you like,
I will not be
the same me
I am while I am
writing,
and tomorrow
you will be
different to.
 Oct 2020
Graff1980
The red apple
reflects perfect
imperfect randomness
of this
wild world
that whirls
in my malleable mind.

False fabric skin
folds in
concealing
empty pockets
that we pretend
are not there.

While
two fish swim
diving in
and out of
our fishbowl
forehead
as Pisces
abstractions
such a strange
water sign reaction.

Till, dark waters
rise
from behind
my already
cloudy eyes
and drowning mind.

This is lazy writing,
soft lightning
inspiration recovered
from other
poems
and translated into
the language I use
to handle my
mad hatter nature.
 Oct 2020
Graff1980
Used to punch
metal freezers,
shred my bare knuckles
on a black bag
when I didn’t feel like
wrapping my hands with
***** dishrags.

But I put those fists down,
lost the pit fire,
let those flames expire
cause I was so tired
of how that rage burned.

Simmering passed
a soft-boiled brain,
used to workout
just to dull the pain,
now I workout at night
just to feel a little more alive.

Dreams won’t let me
go to sleep gently,
or rest peacefully
but it is the waking hours
that are more disturbing.

Always been a fighter
even when
I wasn’t even
scrapping with
other slack jawed idiots.

Sometimes it is just
my own mind
that I am battling,
as my demons come
ready to swallow me.
 Oct 2020
Graff1980
What darkness did we inherit?
What sick gift did we receive
from our poorly informed parents
who thought that they were right?

Was it genetic buried in our DNA,
making it almost certain that
we would turn out the same way?

Was it in our up bringing
the sick streaming of violence
and language that was demeaning?

Is it our destructive birth right
to perpetuate the same plight
that plagued our family life
with late night outbursts
of abuse that hurt worse
than falling off our bikes
or banging our head against
the thick mental metal bars
of our psychic cement prison?
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