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In Venice it’s Oakwood park
Compton it’s Lueders park
The Antelope Valley has the
Shadows

From Venice
To the AV
In Compton
Strategically deploying
Maneuvering women

Now days I wake up to Sin
Daily my story begins

I go straight to the
Spirit praying for
The armor of God
True to myself
Heaven, please let me in
LA county All Star.
T 13h
fourth of july,
night sky.
sparkling lights
ands fireflies.
hands together,
and you were mine.
we smoked,
until we could fly.
i never felt,
so right.

two years later,
youre not around.
but when i look to the sky,
on the fourth of july,
im back with you,
in our small town.
From 1️⃣ to 1️⃣0️⃣
How much does it hurt?
I’ll say a negative ten.
For I haven’t  learned.

I let things go by
Saying, “I’m okay.”
Not letting me cry,
Not even today.

So I’ll keep on pretending
It’s the easiest way.
Lies, lies, lies,
Until truth I say.

I couldn’t lend
Myself a hand
Thus, here I send:
From 1️⃣ to 1️⃣0️⃣
How much does it hurt?
(Oh, let’s speak the truth!
When will we learn?)
Kobayashi Issa
         Rieko
       Arigato
Yage 13h
Moonlight scatters across the mire
Frost and moss beneath my feet
Solemn trees arch over the trail
Soft whispers in the canopies

I, the heavy-hearted traveller
Find no peace among the woods
For I've wandered off the starlit path
I took a wrong turn away from your light

And off I go now into the forest
Wordless bitterness entrenched within
A forlorn being now, silently floating
Among the dark woods that scarcely breathe
A sandwich without the sand, please

which sandwich?
hamwich
cheesewich
prawnwich
chicken and churizzowich?

what else you got?

we got a door
get out,
Jay Jelly 13h
Red tape
Noisily penetrating
Where’s my quiet
Swan song
As dry bones rattle
A hint
Of understanding
Flew by the door
Framed by
Chewing manifestations
A un mesmerizing
Agonizing wrath
Unplug the lights
Tunnel visions exceedingly bad
Wild fires
Blazing a trail to nowhere
Catch and release
Kinetic energy’s subsiding
Saving every
Second of the day
Meant for someone else
A celebrations in order
Who would have thought
Kinder plateaus will now shine through  
Stranded on a beaten path
No longer still frame
A firmer clasp
Hold onto
The best parts of me
Remember what you want
And disregard the rest
Declining squalls no longer staying between the lines
As the colors of this world fade to gray
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