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Mark Parker Aug 2016
Absent of thought,
I wait for the meal
that we know too well.
I know the noodles
will seem undone,
the flavor will remind
of times past where I knew
nothing better than easy food,
but I brought it anyways.
I don't want a photo
of my childhood,
I just want lunch.
Mark Parker Jul 2016
Beasts within fight
to emerge above
ranks of blood.

Know your place,
run with grace,
avoid the club.

Tear into necks
filled with flowing
thick crimson juice.

Twin devils bite
under moonlit night
with primal fright.

Endure great strain,
know each pain,
avoid the club.
Thinking about old Jack London. He had a way of getting to the heart of life. We all struggle under the law of club and fang. Dogs and humans are very alike in this way.
Mark Parker Jun 2016
Silence is the great communicator.
It tells when to shut up.
Fun times thinking about little kid conversations.
Mark Parker Jun 2016
Hello, my friend
from the wall.
You follow me day by day.
This game we play,
where you mimic me,
is my favorite.
When I am next to a fire,
there you are next to me.
You are there
like I'm the most
important person in the world.
You’re the friend that never leaves,
and you never mutter a word.
Mark Parker Apr 2016
When all you know how to do is fire a gun,
the bodies start piling up.
I'm not for the idea that people need to be protected from the world, but people need to learn how to protect themselves from destroying the world. Both abstractly, and in the cases where cops make mistakenly **** others. I know it's a mistake, but when there are no penalties for mistaken police officers. The law protects them like they just made a small boo boo. Peoples lives hang in the balance.
Mark Parker Apr 2016
Day opens up with light
and darkness owns the night.
Of both times I desire
the sun owns day with its fire.
When sun dims, slowly adrift,
it gives the waxing moon's lift,
with pale beams softly sent
to show a world that's shadow-bent.
Well,  not sure where this came from. I guess I really wanted to rhyme words.
Mark Parker Apr 2016
Today I became a tree huger,
because yesterday's random hug
ended with the red and blue blinking lights,
a frontal shot, two side photos,
and my new roommate
who has claimed the top bunk.
The worse case scenario of going around and randomly hugging people.
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