Set upon a mornin' rush
my fingers tired
eyebrows crushed

burrowed, borrowed
time to dash
time to crash,
to hell with cash...

I run. I run.
everlasting,
my copper top
a blast.

It's cold! You rapscallion!
artificial heat
beats my feet,
I slow, Yes, I slow...

my fingers tire
my eyes in tow...

Stroking each fine strand
additional touch to lobe
despite my sneezing
you continue slumber
comforted by my free hand,
I make no demands
tracing your lines;
we have been drawing together so long,
you are my beautiful picture
at 5 AM in the morning.

My hand aged, but steady
with pure joy,
you were awake moments ago
making me laugh though tired.

I continue to draw you,
while you sleep...
and smiling while I'm writing...
you are my one
my Marky,
your breath tickles my pores.

I see their eyes
yeah, I see them
there they are
large, gray
a wide array of expression

I feel nothing in them
they see me
and I'm looking right at them
it wasn't meant to feel this way

I'm impressed by the feeling
chilled by the perception
a ghoulish laughter
my only confession

I see their eyes
a million daggers,
confused they throw them my way
I catch them, a cut up collection
it wasn't meant to feel this way

Wandering through the weeds
a landscape free from presence,
life choked with a sullen glaze,
are they still looking at me?
The sky of haze.

I'm slowing the spin
read slowly,
I'm slowing the spin
repeated slowly,
it wasn't meant to feel this way.

I walk away from the Supreme Beings,
in what direction?

they know something,

it wasn't meant to feel this way...


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At this late hour
contemplating a deliberate plan
eyes work through fatigue,
as crows feet grow,
legs stationary
mind having left the soul,
resenting the direction
retracing the flow...
quieted along the path,
faulted lines show
a moderate to large scale
fracture,
and underlying swell.

It is a life traveled,
marveled by eagle eyed sight,
no damage to the structure,
shifted to the right.

Collapsing splinters jot new landscapes,
laid to waste, by beauty of worded brush,
yielded as sword, to the ground with ******,
painted collections line broken walls.

Shall the brush be to conquer?
Or a natural force, under command?
Contemplating the deliberate plan,
so divided, alone,
the degrees of force,
unwieldy; wholesale destruction,
too much for one man...
the canvas awaits the final blow.

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1 Out of the oven
2 Doubled Running
3 Walking Stupid
4 What's a world?
5 Why the difference?
6 Hey look at me!  I'm kinda different.
7 I almost died, not again!
8 Death of a grandmother
9 Girls?  What the hell.
10 He's a nice boyfriend.
11 It's awful lonely.
12 Keep Quiet!
13 Secret having trouble.
14 What to do?
15 Drugs?  Nope.
16  Suicide?  Maybe.
17 **** this ****, and **** all of you.
18 Storm passed.
19 Adult?  Perhaps.
20 Money?  It's a change.
21 A big change.
22 A Storm started
23 Body Mass index probably too high.
24 What could go wrong?
25 Floating on cloud 9
26 So much traveling
27 Body Mass index collapse, Sick
28 Personal life ****** over, a large forgiveness comes out, a Storm ends.
29 Changes all over again.
30 aged in story, eyes on key, alcohol free, who's counting?
31 a return from prison, the UK, an island
32 dropped medication, in favour of honey
33 acted, reacted, back on the meds


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What you could not tell me;
as distinct as a infant's cry,
was why?

Had the torture within you
rattled the bars and forced
you to plead sweet ignorance?

Would you have understood
an alibi, had I delivered it
to you in homonyms?

Were we a pair, had we pared?
Or did one of us bite too harshly
on the pear?

Or would you continue with
me, the way you knew how...
artfully coy, and full of deception?

and then, I realized
I knew... had always known
and therein is the rub
that has left me bare, a bear,
a grizzly discovery.

Ears echoing droplets
amplified overhead,
seeking attachment to skin,
running down edges,
a soft hum of gadgetry
reminding the soul of how it's spun,
electrically...
as hours toll by tower,
and languished breath
seeps down circular steps;
concrete poured within,
anguish is met by horizon,
unsure whether
night or day,
the bells ...
the bells ...
the bells....
the bells....
the bells....


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I was wrong

The instrument I was playing
it wasn't out of tune

I thought it was something else

as I played offbeat notes
it revealed a beautiful monster

I was wrong

I thought it was something else

It glowed with spectral feelings
opening valves that should have been closed
so many facets to this being
I'm enhanced

I was wrong

I thought it was something else

I gave it air, I gave it my hands, I gave it my face...
I thought you were someone else
Who was I to be wrong?
Haven't I been playing you all along?

I was glad to meet you
I was sure you were someone else

Together, my beautiful monster,
I'll make you real,
glad you're here,
this was a perfect tune for us...
somber, majestic, synthetic,
microbial, pungent, diabolic,
colossal, all very near...
fixated on an elevated platform
we're lit like an attraction,
we're joined for all to see.

A beautiful monster,
I was wrong,
won't you accept?
Apologies.
I thought you were someone else.

We don't know how to play the song...
bold melancholy flows
tinged with mercy
sedated urgency;
I was wrong
departed we fall silent,
no longer recognize my face,
we both hear a tune lingering
no idea where it came from...

won't you accept?
you're someone else.

Springing forth from slumbered quest
a smile adorned by vapid breath.

Elephants give rise to thunderous steps
a cry, some calamity, then more rest.

Bits have changed, good will blessed,
shards of self collected, an inspired mess.

Pieces went missing, when the hammer dropped
but there he is, standing ... looking back up.

His fashion changed, face perked up,
the meaning clarified, was this good luck?

Chipped and cracked, dazzling flare
light rebounded... as light as air.

The bits hit by roaming bands,
illuminating through time, permanence arcane.

Fruition came to pass,
a soldier, a real trooper, regained dignity.

As bit by bit, the pieces fit,
and were joined by shards of the land.

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I can smell blue
when I walk with you
hand-in-hand...
man-to-man.

I can taste blue
of typhoon; drink it down,
double fist'ed...
arms dance euphoric.

I wear mixed blue
shining through window,
burlap and canvas...
mountains, lines, and curves.

I can see blue
perfected by nature
an emotional liquid
splash splash pow.

Doused in blue
Confronting the landscape.

May the earth wind upon my entrails
envelope soul dashing
rattle ground
fleeting steps
a memory; a lullaby
weeds form a smile
picked heads rub yellow
sneeze white parachutes
galloping freedom
skip ropes!

Skies of popcorn
hail upon back
painful laughter
Zeus cracks cupule
an acorn alone falls
simmering,
stones of ice
shimmer around
naked thought...
those nearest
reflect toll,
a mid summer day
could lay here...
here could stay
a monument
a child.

I remove my glasses
and couldn't give a ****
if I ever saw
a thing again,
you ******* *****
ya nice word
civ, ****,
queer boy
Your love is your
insanity, go and go
and go and get away,
away go get away, away
go get away you're
gay, go get away
You don't know
whether to write, talk,
laugh, cry, bawl,
rust and I'm here in this
and I'll be gone on that
Found mad, and for
my madness I cannot
be because I know it's not me,
choke gasp
release and on and
on and on, again go
get away, away
just go away, away
you're gay,and invading the space I haven't even
found.


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I don't know the perfect words
or how to fill you with joy
to make your world light as air;
a breeze that transcends time.

I don't know if I'm the one
you want to share your life
to hold, to cherish, to delight;
a laughter that it is alright.

I don't know where I'm going
but my hopes and dreams
had you with me;
hand in hand, looking back on magic.

Certainty was never free of doubt
until those words
left unspoken;
in all their destructive forces.

Certainty that perhaps this dream,
perhaps this world
is ravenous, callous, and imagined;
a royal guard has assembled.

They cannot force you,
they can only let you in...
I cannot go down a fleeting path;
I do not do transgression.

I can only give what is inside me,
be whatever it may...
it is an outpouring;
be it too much, or not enough,
it is all I have.

I have put it out there.

You consumed me in your embrace
walls white egg shell
named your price
I stagger to the edge
I heard heart beat
calamity, industrial burst!

Acrid juice, your smile
foul beast, shameful lust;
an unjust feast...
you moaned your piece.

Lips bleed lies,
run down broken face...
those god ****** eyes,
black bags blighting the sky.

Thrashing, Slashing
memories...
giddy laughter,
pure evil,
freedom to smile perfectly,
crunchy shells under foot.

The light
sound
pop


the light
sound
felt

pop


felt


pop


blanketed by pop

sound

stew


swagger

laughter

heavy beat

pop
felt

the light
the sound

pop

felt

pop

The delightful sting
of your words hit
my infected scars
with such force
and pain,you feel it too
but could care less,
for you like to think it only goes on
french fries
not me,
am I as good as they
or do I lie?
about me, you,
and then I again?

I may be bitter
as that which
you pour,
but I don't eat away like
your fluid,as I'm content to keep it
bottled
collecting,
forever or until
my walls are gone.

You love vinegar
on everything you eat eh?
so do I really,
but I don't taste very good with it,
Vinegar is what makes me and
yet it is working
to destroy
what was
what is
and what
might have been
a very good french fry.


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Standing here with no chair
contemplating the air
I breathe dark hues
I smell burn... I see him back there.

A circus dance,
so many rings and shapes,
I see them there...
quality measured in minutes and dollars.

Never saw the world before...
bleak and full of promise
an elusive ***** on the phone!
Legs are glued to this floor.

So many eyes lay upon cursing skin
crevices grit, pockmarked with each thrashing intrusion
budding enthusiasm, awash, boiled...
suffer, oh suffer, green potato.

Crinkle cut?  Jib of glut!
manipulate form and function
stain of starch satisfaction...
coffer, oh coffer, oh cough, ahem, cough!
It ain't about money.

That's right, mustn't disturb the soil,
So many eyes lay upon cursing skin
crevices grit, pockmarked with each thrashing intrusion
budding enthusiasm, awash, boiled...
suffer, oh suffer, green potato.

A memory, distant, the taste of that green potato
rots in the kitchen... eat it, enjoy the flavour,
dine on discourse...
digest it,
bury it deep inside,
release it,
let it grow again.

When life has built a massive apparatus, you try to play melodies of comfort, but are often left with flickering images that glow dark; lending more beauty to the light of now.

I'm deceased
my body and sweet decay
the rot setting in,
I still hear the beeping,
a flat line signaling my end.

It was all a poorly sung illusion,
the offbeat melodic rhapsody
a ****** mockery,
a slow sweet tinkering of bells
tolling a harsh lullaby.

The composition meandered for
so long, the songs changed my life,
beautiful textures,
my bones showing,
my love so bountiful, each moment
still-life.

I flicker to passages,
as I'm lowered in to the case,
I see the happy faces,
you see I'm deceased,
I'm not dead...
I'm at peace.

My hair and teeth,
against bleached cartilage,
and that face;
a contemptuous corpse,
fingers pointing inward,
freed heart and soul,
piercing chest,
a cavity...
okay,
he's dead.


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orange vibrant verse
coursing underlying beat
reluctant surface
timid movement,
gaining feet!
voices echoing
a shout!
freedom to box,
carving face
a light within
projecting
wicked
wicked
wick...
spark!
Remember my face?

The ball goes down the lane
it clinks on pins
and down they go,
the shoes fit just right
and everyone you know is in sight,
being taught how to spell the letter R
of your name by your great aunt Vi,
seeing your funny aunt Marlene,
being with your grandma Ross,
and going to Sammy's Restaurant
for grilled cheese,
and the pharmacy for pink Trident gum,
all this under one roof.
I run to the lane
the ball goes down the lane
I run to the counter in time
shut off the lane
and CRASH!
no pins fall
the sound of the ball ricochets
from one end to the other;
my mischievous ways fulfilled,
and God I loved the Fanta pop
which my dad, the manager I was
proud of, readily supplied,
the place is now gone
but it's life still goes on
the pins crash even louder,
the disinfectant shoe spray still as smelly,
the oil of the lane still slippery,
and the grilled cheese still as good;
and carried on to the current day...
Georgina would have been proud!


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Should the world implode, I will have known love...
from steeped leafs at Starbucks and chocolate,
to *** delivered in an alley,
a seductive dance of connectivity...
all unlikely.

Should the world explode, my love will cover the one I love.
Had I heard the beckoning call of wild,
I surely would not have followed;
my claws extract in special circumstances,
a probability.

Had paths not crossed,
had hell not transpired...
had the earth itself not balanced
on the head of a tack,
I may have missed the best
that life could offer...

so why don't we?
In honour of love...
give in to captivation,
our artistic inclination,
our fascination...

It is the point
you have sharpened...
we stand on precision....
and I can't stop smiling about it...
when whiskers scratch
your beautiful surface.

In honour of you, I bow...
my one, my sheer exceptional.

Burst t t t t
Intensity y y y y
taste
t t t t Burst
y y y y Intensity
taste
eyes lust t t t t
finger pulses s s s s
ingest
t t t t lust eyes
s s s s pulses finger
ingest

breathing
yes
breathing
alive

intense
hold me,
I shiver,
pinch!
harder!

yes
alive
breathing
intense.

It has gone
sense of space
travelling along edge of mind
elegant 8

if I were to say it
there would be no sound
if I were to think it
it would not be defined
if I were to care
it would be quick to remind
it has come
it has gone

sense of space
around the edge
about face
staring at the dream
anxious that
I have already been.

I am a visitor in the past
heavy bass and hops
a surgeon, eyes following
leaning on iron
fist pumping ire

I only live in recollection
worry terribly distortion
racking
I wore a tie
I wore leather
I wore a lie
erased you, I did

I can bounce off a memory
wave at the ****** face of hilarity
knowing I can't go back there in reality
smell my hair, comb it with a part
slick it back
I zoom on by
who the **** was that,
never could catch up
the why

Never a master at tickity tick
present never present
I'm so distant, there I go again
waving at the ****** up face of hilarity
I click, I click, I click
flying by wave after wave
no difference between each but so rapidly different
that is reality
just not really
who said so
not me
I did
no really
no reality
that isn't me
just a memory

Change the sound
vibrate charm
no hand
no form
no world
vacuous gas
laughing design
waving at nothing
never existed
no one saw it
but you did
paradox
both, yes, you read it
morphed the reality
just a memory
a picture
Green?
Smell it.

Manufacture
play strings
bounce memories
fly light speed
see the edges
laugh at the image
see all of you
none of you
some of you
the thorn of you
***** pluck plunge
please do
not end

filed in to order, no smolder
where had it gust,
light shimmered...
pale and naked.

Filed by number, no folder
anguish and despair,
darkness beset...
charred and burned.

Eyes look around, no holder
void of care,
herald dawn...
looking upward.

I imagine life with wings
flying through crisp currents
feathers pruned neatly
a world beneath my shadows.

I imagine life from the trees
swinging through depleted canopy
beating chest in frustration
a face of humanity turned wild and cold.

I imagine life in the oceans
extracting oxygen from the depths
blasting the surface with great bursts
my song traveling vast distances.

I imagine life snaking the deserts
burrowing for protection from predator and sun
searing pain from the vestige of limb
all part of the natural plan.

I imagine the Earth from beyond
a shining jewel, polished by debris
exporting our imprint by stamp
sealed with approval,
delivered by scope.

I imagine looking back at an affected world,
alien and foreign, hope for diplomatic relations
logic and reason, replaced by treason
as minds were affected
corroded to core,
a shining jewel no more,
the blast not heard,
another tree fell,
a capsule launched
with seed and tears...
caught by passage of time,
an evolution takes over,
who shall be the next to record?

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never felt love until that touch
transcending place and time
had it been known
for familiar face
an intensity free from words
no pretense, no hesitation,
nothing of force...
no explanation,
no expectation,
just right;
eyes soft glow
a world brightened,
bask, connection,
trace, learning shape,
humanity, humility,
alive to possibility
love is born,
together see unity
cherishing ignition.

never felt love until that touch
transcending place and time
had it been known
for familiar face
an intensity free from words
no pretense, no hesitation,
nothing of force...
no explanation,
no expectation,
just right;
eyes soft glow
a world brightened,
bask, connection,
trace, learning shape,
humanity, humility,
alive to possibility
love is born,
together see unity
cherishing ignition.

Sat upon throne, my naked body
racked of bone
Tin foil crown
kept within forested womb
dressed with silver chill
as you danced and dangled
ministry, my salvation
my doom

False light, flash
I throw down
you take my form
you take my form
you take my form
YOU TAKE MY FORM
I touch that part
I foam
You strike
AXE, ARROW, SPEAR!

Reborn
You grab again
I give you my youth
You just take
smile as you smoke
blackened you smile
the heckle of that look
reminisce at destruction!

Sit amongst papers
no mind for matters
recalling that glorious crown
hold what little
of that time I can
submerged
a tin foil womb
baking that ******* within
I TAKE YOUR FORM
and dance and dangle your salvation
we dance to destruction

We strike the core
I dance like a drunkard
mocking
MOCKING
mocking
I touch that part
mocking
You see that ***?
You strike, I strike
You shoot, I shoot
we know the plot.


Our form, assumed
The dance of being alone
in that form
Only we know the tune
allowed for the beauty
of reality so dark
now a vacuum
the soot travels
whirls within tinged light
history's ghostly whim
******
I sit back down
I touch that spot
MOCKING
MOCKING
I breath, you breath
WE STRIKE

That feeling never far apart.

This Valentine could be written
on each day, each hour, each minute
you are by my side...

I bask in your glow
your eyes telling me
I am loved, I am whole,
I am overjoyed.

Your voice velvet
embracing me,
playful taunts,
and unexpected tackles,
and bursts of laughter!

You remind me of who I am,
you are my love, always and
forever,
I extend my hand, my heart,
all that is me,
and say happy Valentine's Day!

Bitter.

Tangy.

Chest poking,
distress...
anxiety.

An orange peeled.

A tomato congealed.

Acid rising,
distress...
anxiety.

laughter.

disaster.

911 on the line,
distress...
anxiety.

Please stay on
until we arrive.

strobing lights.

harrowing ride.

11 hours of machines
distress...
anxiety.

1 year to a MRI.

1 year to live or die?

A Canadian health care story
distress...
anxiety.

Take some of these pills,
and call us in 5 years,
distress...
anxiety.

Quacks.
Waddles.
Going south.


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You were the height of existence
more high than view
a poor man's whimsical consolation
I'll give that to you
and you took
you took
thigh then broke through
you were an ***
face askew

You were the master of nothing
lowly looking far from view
heart beat inaudible; polemic attribution
no want of memory
and you smiled
you smiled
pin what you could
held steadfast

I don't know who you were
I don't know that it was you
I don't recall the sound or when it stopped
I only remember when it restarted
absent a shadow
absent from view.

The beating heart;
red with confusion.

The computing brain;
fighting an insurrection.

The stomach a saboteur;
setting all parties to war.

Awake, asleep? Stuck in between.

Flight taken on shaky wings,
the coldness rips at flesh;
dripping an abundance of mixed images,
body a shattered mess.

A chair; an exotic destination.
A bottle; a nuclear pill at the ready.
A hand; wishes not to take it.

Wired awake, bring it on you *******!
Quake at the waves of violence.

I scurry to my hunting grounds
I eat anything, I eat it down
Gorging, hording, enjoyment from toiling,
what is gross is Sustenance from my playground,

I'll piggyback off of you
Here Piggy Piggy
let me have a chew...
I'm charged with saving a life?
it's going to cost you...
I'm no ****,
just a rat for hire...
if you live on scraps
of the vile,
would you be gallant?
Not even for a while.

My dump is a sanctuary,
it will save your life Wilbur...
oink oink oink,
I'm Templeton the rat
the dump is my hero.

(I played the role of Templeton the Rat in a Theatre production of Charlotte's Web in December 2009).
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Listening to fragments of a union
bittersweet turns to mold
a rotting corpse of a love so bold
listing, about to go under
a child's cry a gut-wrenching anguish
drowned out,
the cycle now the norm.

A marriage license, up for grabs as a prize,
it's the new reality craze...
but it's the gays,
yes the gays who are to blame,
for a straight divorce rate of more than half!

Stop getting married,
and save us the laugh,
spare the future for children;
for your lack of common sense.

Let's ban divorce,
and send the actors to boot camp...
it should be tough on them, they
make a mockery of commitment
working together
and peace and harmony,
they should repent.

If it's a passion for the Divorce they want,
it's a passion they shall get.


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There is an originating plum
with tasty flesh, that teeth can't bare to hide,
all are cut in sections,
neatly assembled
ready for the scrum.

Set out on ingestion,
each thought kicked around,
they go in formation,
massive bodies closely bound.

There will be no agreement,
on bitter sweet,
there will only be the score,
we lost, we won,
we loved
the fight!

Tasty is the plum,
as it passed around...

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A manager
A team
A City
A fan
A dream

A league of old men
A collective of the duly elected
A media fixated on the win

A lot of money

Cold, a night in which there is nary a soul
The wood cracks and shatters
on any hit ball...
the visitors come dressed as wolves
cameras film, those there shiver
some nights the ***** would swim in the river
The score 23-2 at that point, why bother?

I'm talking of a body
expensive, unpleasant, obsessed with dreams of grandeur
talking heads with nothing in them
children in uniform, adult bodies
"I deserve money." - the players
"Stats mean nothing, it's all about heart." - a manager
"Come on coach, give him the start." - a father mouths vicariously

I'm talking of the part nobody sees...
"What if you make money?"
expensive, unpleasant, obsessed with policy
certainly not the reception you were expecting
it's just the City.

"Show me the return,
I expect to see,
before I give you anything." - some in the business community.


So many quotes, too many for me, people well meaning
but distant, don't get too comfy, the team had to move
and begin all over, ended with a whimper, a seizure, a flop,
no majesty.

I look over my shoulder at an old man
It was me at age 23
it nearly brought about my end.
I'm just so glad.
This was my dream,
and a great way to spend time with my Dad.
It was 6 years of history, it wasn't all bad.


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Bloated; by the sound of plummet.
Staggering to the summit,
confused by the crossed wires
and wooden stakes that have conjured
REVOLUTION!

Released; pressured by the guards.
A rat fleeing rising water, feasting upon shards,
acutely aware of the maze
and artificial structures that have comforted
REVULSION!

Toiled; to regain cognition.
Pelting the bowl with ammunition,
body quivers with dew
for this reality is inherited (apparently)
EXPLOSION!

If there were, I'd be there
spread amongst bread crumbs...
knifing butter
smearing will,
watching the bag close,
sealed with a date...

If there were, I'd be there
rebuilding faith amongst the masses...
chanting profanity;
a sincere smile,
watching the procession,
opened with a kiss skyward...

If there were, I'd be there
leading with a howl...
eating the body
in fancy fur,
ever lusting.

Don't come around
remove all words
and wonder.

Swirling around
vacancy in abstract
and plunder.

Glib.

Why?

Really, what's your motive?

I can't decipher,
there is only one person talking.

Pain retribution for agonized youth
somber, a parade with full spread photo shoot,
death narrowly averted, hard to digest...
reflux of memories
revisiting chest,
hardened by rope and rod,
how do I erase this place?
Anxiety still lurks about,
waiting to push up pain;
it is a deep well,
I drill holes in the bucket
every day,
and yet I still get a taste.


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The lost are many
on missions guided
They have seen the hate
of political and religious man
so many lost
so many voices unsung,
unborn,
it continues today
not a cross of burden
but a fight for what is right
they are champions.
Honour them.

War... what is is it good for?  Absolutely nothing say it again.
When will they ever learn?


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As set forth
with elongated majesty
every step, every regal byte;
be it monitored,
be it impolite.

Henceforth
with enriched history
every misstep, every evil blight;
it is remembered,
it is contrite.

Ascribed
with fanciful thought
every back peddle, every slight;
it is hands that do the talking,
it is plans to put up a fight!

The room dark, as I see images pass by
my mind active, I try to ignore...
wealth not clarity,
health a disparity...
an existence started;
invited to beauty.

I don't always have something to say,
learnin' that's okay,
I smile now and think more...
I got so much to adore.

I can be literal,
a fool;
impute magical powers to my being...
and I smile,
and it cracks smooth lines...
a delightful guffaw.

An introduction to me!
Run Run Run,
that little boy...

Serenity...
in what was
never "normal"
as normal is a perverse word in "society"
serene perversity is the status quo,
just a serene way of looking at
things with a ****** up face.
It's reality,
not normality.


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dead stares
and longing eyes
monotones
and **** lies
virtue swept
beauty poised!
skins bare
body throws...
rapid fashions
repetition
designer popping
ammunition!

smiles for the cameras
an exhibition!

Tickled pink by your suggestion,
the way you speak,
crisply; wires crossing.

Sensations creep from ground,
roots grapple with personality;
always smiling.

I think of you softly,
I think of you hardly,
I think of you smiling,
I think of you crying.

Weeping like a willow,
I'm growing,
I send down the lines of engagement,
you swing from my branches...
hurling to and fro...
both smiling...
both laughing...

let these be the memories,
that seed the future...

let these be the memories,
that allow us to grow.


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Light upon the statue of
retreat,
"Get away from me!"
stupid mother,
for I, myself, lie
within a lie
and cards dealt do
fly, I
hesitate to say I wish I could
cry, but
the disgrace would
hit me in the face

Crush the ****** ants
crush them all
roll them over
call it up
ring it back
**** it in
blow it out,
left dead
no longer wandering
about

Leave me this way
with my false laughter,
stagnating mind,
it is true, I try to be kind,
But all for not
I cannot blot,
Make me blind
hurt me
justify my doubled
contempt,
it makes no sense
that at one time
I rhymed
and dreamed





A destructive force
is strong,
A reconstructive force
is too late,
a world of isolation
wouldn't that be great!?

Unable to retreat
for only fools avoid thought
and the universal mind,
without a translator,
is a love me not

In what I say none shall see,
I sting,
I stung,
just like an assimilated ant-bee.

Listen! What do you
see?
See! What do you
hear?
Uncensored, What do you
feel?
Tasteless human hell
Heavenly human smell,
oh...
do tell.

All combined by the link
brake the ****** chain,
disconnect
local bus,
electrical circuit drain:
If a tree falls in the forest... cliche.
If information is lost on the super-highway... cliche.

I refuse
to lose,
now amused,
at the fun-filled mind
so depressed, lifting up all but itself,
just put them on the shelf
free time for yourself

Lyrics to rise:
Curs' ed female
emotional warfare
****' ed males
physical,
unemotional warfare
The battle of a single mind
Destroying the thing we wind
Will we fall behind?
Look backwards,
at the passing of time,
LOOK! AHEAD!
Fix what was wrong...
and live really long

Lyrics to sing to a
retreating statue:
"Come here I care!"
loving mom
For a lie is just a
defense against
closeness,
a decent hand to
hold on to
I wish I could lie
and deny,
but truth always unfolds
don't die

Long live the ants
live long to them all
blow the hate out,
is that what I was
wondering about?

Be By Me
Not Too Close,
Stagnate Laughter
is soon repulsed,
I care, perhaps too much,
for ones unknown and known
my only request:
return the zest,
Return my dreams
or the balance of force

I have retreated in the
solace of universally translated hope;
I solidify and take shape,
running in many directions.