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blurring the lines between reality
shifting platforms of decay reign
necrotizing flesh melts to the bone
exposed tendon stretch to the breaking point
rotten teeth clench at the sight of the poison
rats, snakes and thieves all caught in the eternal snare
weaponized and shattered in the afterlife
the reflecting god is going to take you down
like an unseen angel, burn the vengeful words unsaid
descending back to Earth, flailing backwards
fledgling of Light, you destroy my aching dark
dee 2d
the awareness of the time for renewal.
how empathetic.
how profound.
the only time I wish to hold pessimism in my hands.
To **** the aspiration for connection that comes from my heart.
Along with the invisible wisdom that drains me cold.
The warmth of illusion to help me feel again.
the awareness of confusion
how insincere.
how ignorant.
even when I suffer
I think of the tree I hang from and how the fruits that bear from it whisper your name.
a sense of yearning that holds the rope in place.
it evokes a quiet shift in my reality.
once more,
a different life
Iโ€™ve had to **** another version of myself for loving you.
lol ya feel me
Over and under
I bob through waves,
praying for still waters.

The rot in my bones
hasnโ€™t sunk me yetโ€”
yet Iโ€™m wayfinding,
losing sight
and finding it again.

Catching the silver of the sea
in sunlightโ€™s reflection,
I feel the breath of whales
as they breach
and exhale.

I drift among cephalopods,
and in between the spines of sea urchinsโ€”
each one urging me
so swiftly
back ashore.

And I wonder
if we,
humans,
are a tragic
flaw in nature.
By the river side
the weeds grew and spread
covering the shoreline
life there a vibrant bloom

Now they grow everywhere
cultivated and sown
feeding humanity
beauty sways in the summer breeze

The Elder Wheat stem said long ago
they think of us as a nuisance
feed them and they will make us fields
where our dreams are told
love is passed on
we shall conquer the world
harming not a soul
our stems
fertile
all love and life will grow

She of Nazareth
a heart that glows
kevin 2d
From constitution
Any sub standard settlement or insolvent matter
A judgement issued in default
Default may allow causeway from causeway
Improvement of condition
Without dwelling in a matter of tenant dispute
Law in violation is corrected by document clerks
A legible letterhead in sufficient text will accept a matter bearing a title and address
Obstruction of address is incident 1 in matter of cause
Cause for inspection of crimes origination
Habitat left in disrepair is evidentiary finding of right vs wrong.

In the matter of homekey thousand oaks what say you?

P or F
Fluctuation and Failure

Poor me
I feel

Pass me poverty laws and rights to work and I shall frame a constitution from here in in to this house I build

Ventura county fire station 30

Code violations exam in budget
Un-Inhabitable dwellings in thousand oaks

Who's criminally responsible for this violation?

Uncivilizing momentum carried from haul
Of budget measures buildings over duty

Loss of carriage
Water not carried

Receiving bribes as in budget to improve station


Receiving bribes as in budget to improve station
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Update officer Ulyssez of code enforcement Ventura center hall post haste

I have sights on seen on one Racquel Testa
Love irish
I'll bring you stories,
of the one heart beating,
an end to thumping,
then the one dying,
the burial of daffodils,
and all of the roses,
story of sorrow,
the one of tomorrow......
My most popular poem. It stayed on the front page of another site for 2 months due to its popularity. To be honest, I wasn't happy when it was chosen as its a piece to me like marmite.  But it resonated with a-lot of people.
The beauty of graceful sunsets lost,
the price of non rewind deep wound cost,
addict blows the ***** itching & bleeding,
losing cardboard parts to a child laying
in the sun as the needle stings & pierces.

Lost a deep nerve frantically fierce,
reach out and touch the piercing stars,
its time to play so lets rehearse,
dream of kingdom comes remains far.

Fire in his belly as liars are on the telly
ramble and scramble, pretend to be able
screaming, ranting, pointing bony fingers
as flesh becomes death at their two cents.

" Mummy, what will I be when I grow up?"
"Son, you'll be an astronaut traversing
planets with your eyes of curiosity,
making me proud upon my death."

Sits in a ***** crack house smoking
visions of a mother's paternal dream.
This poem got selected for a poetry radio show called Echoes in the Dark. One of them read the poem and the three then spoke their thoughts on it for about 20 minutes.
Another poem, I'm really proud of and chosen for a front page pick.
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