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I remember dirt, a taste of summer.
The smell of burning pig flesh.
The stench of my great uncles breath,
filtering through his beer drenched mustache
and running down his inflated stomach.

I remember laughter.

I remember the hallowed tree.
“Get your *** outta there” shouts a familiar stranger.
The anger I felt as I scratched my blistered skin
in the autumn breeze.

I remember poison oak.

I remember the smell of cinnamon
and spiked cider with Santa there on guard.
The snag of turning wheels on rug.
The chitter chatter of adults
as children pitter pattered around.

I remember Christmas.

I remember my tie was too tight.
“What a grownup you’ve become”
The smell of flowers and formaldehyde
loomed over forced smiles.

I remember leaving my family
in this showcase of the dead
Tackles the loss of an important family member.
A jack of all trades, but master of none.
I always lose track before the race is done.
You've just started this project, I'm already on the next one.
This task has lost its fun.

"I can't sit still. "
They offer a pill,
It takes off the edge and the also the thrill.
My blank stare gifts your spine a chill.
My mind thoughts, that another would ****.

Speak your mind, but choose your words wisely.
Your ideals must match ours precisely.
Lean even slightly right your career looks dicey.
But paint on a rainbow grin and you'll fit in nicely.

My soul beats ******* my hollowed husk
Veins vastly ventured by my pumping blood.
Inner rage riddles my raw, ripe wounds.
I scream blatantly, howling at dusk.

A Warrior, a beast, a four eyed freak.
A battle, a feast, a belittled geek.
My blue colored safe space torched and burned.
A Red blooded sence of grace honored and earned.

Conversation and Revelation a thing of the past.
Shouting and yelling or at best a gasp.
Others stagnation source my frustration and close fast my clasp.
You're setting my ways, an old man steadfast.

We have lost what we've won.
Cast out below a dying sun.
Talking politics has become a fruitless endeavour.
They'll hate you for questioning their own opinion,but except you to be grateful when they question yours.
People live in their own creations never thinking there could be other worlds.
I mask mine behind illusions for only those who listen can apperiate what it truly holds.

"Free Thinkers" not thinking belittling those that do. Tell me this do you?
We say people are all people, but it's an empty statement if you don't ask why, how, or who?
This world that you are building is self defeating, equality through quotas and elevating a selective few.
I don't judge you for your skin, please don't judge me by my hue.

The limelight is not a battle, God forbid that we share it.
Maybe there'd be more room if we were all judged by our merit.
I know that there are those of you that will love, like or hate it
The world is full of different veiws and although you might not change it,
The world would be a better place if on this we stood united.
Why does this poison leave a slack in time?
Or,
Is it rather a return to time?
Has it stolen the father and held him  captive within a glass bottle?
Rub it 3 times then chug the whole thing.
I come from privilege
I come from hate
I come from power
I come from money
I come from a top the tallest tower

I am not free thinker
I am not a lion, but a lamb
I am not angry
I am not confused
I am not becoming exactly who you think I am

I really didn’t mean to change
I really didn’t mean to offend you
I really didn’t mean to challenge your views
I really didn’t mean to challenge my own
I really didn’t mean to defend myself

What I want most is to separate
What I want most is the hate you accuse me of
What I want most is a burning nation
What I want most is your demise
What I want most is to lose myself
Fluffy, fuzzy, full grown adult,
she groans as she stretches.
Marks flowing out.
Every ditch, all the trenches,
you may start to doubt.

Early morning chills
and after noon siestas,
midnight thrills
and raving fiestas.
She whips them out still.

Cute, cuddly, captivating sight,
she drags me back to bed.
Crushing windpipes, she holds me tight.
The bags of her eyes lit and embedded,
her imperfections, my delight.

Tag-a-longs
and weekends away,
movie marathons
and the down the driveway.
Absent only when at play.

Bashful, budding bravely,
herself allowing comfort.
Brisk winds, I dive for safety.
I plot revenge, her days are numbered.
Our duals are aloft, crazy.

Night sky gazing
And role playing games,
Fandom crazing
And thinking of names.
For me their all amazing.

Dreamy, daring, lacking dramas,
We waste the day away at lay.
What honeymoon, perhaps the Bahamas?
I drape an arm, her skin like clay.
God, she looks good in pajamas.
Understand me,
we all end on Earth

        decisions.

You, that bodies must become blessed,
The reason we can realize

          Peace.
Source: Mirror by Gary Weyandt
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