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He lived in it,
thrived in the
full fledge
ecstasy of violence;

Submitted to
the purification
of punches
and kicks,
taking shots,
blocking hits,
feeling as if
he was a soldier
of righteousness,
the power of certainty
knowing he
was doing god’s *****
work.

All blood and guts,
all violence and viscera,
destruction,
self-immolation
when facing
less worthy
men than him.

All anger,
furnace stuck on full blast
way pass fully gassed
as he lit the flame
that he burned in.

Always warring,
and that is how they got him
in the end.
Within these 4 Squares
I operate on you
Creating as creation does

With all of this hope (hopefully)
I survive
Blue skies and Oregon rain

A birdsong reports the days events
As God wraps His warm hands around me
I give thanks

For eternity to be
And the journey that is
Friend & Family
Three hundred and one days
my mind continues to rot
lost inside my head
these dreams are all I have.
Erase Me
just because i don't fit into your hands
doesn't mean
i don't fit into my own
The human experience
is one that is a complex journey.
We must search for it.
Looking high and low,
near and far,
in the distant past,
in the ever-nearing future.
We never stop looking
mental illness is the
most expensive thing
i've ever owned but
never wanted
05/30/2016
 Dec 2019 kevin hamilton
Ally
Leaves falling so slow
Every white petal muddy
Evergreen grasslands
(Visit my FB page "Haiku from my soul to yours")
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