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Will the
        light in the
        parking lot
show me who
       I
really am?

This
      midnight
               sun

      O,
how
I blind
myself.

The hallway
   I walk

The people
   I see

So much
   difference

too much
    similarity

In and out. There is a apparition in my room.
The water feels very warm on my face. I am a dimmer switch.

Great men have drowned in a sea of
hope and faith, not me,
I dwell beneath the bridge where
industrialization emits,
where the cars pull the plump white
pigs that we seem to mistake for people,
These big white pigs in their
white suits and their white
Minivans are gobbled up by their ego
White seems to be a popular color
here, it’s conveniently the
color of the fog that adorns
itself above the river each day,
I inhale it, I take it all in,
like ******* on a cigarette,
this cigarette of such
sadness and despair,
It burns my throat, the fog grabs
my lungs with forceful wrath
and shakes me to my absolute core
Why, must you hurt me? what must you take
from me that hasn't been taken?
all the pigs seem to be fine while I am
suffocated  by this thick smog
it’s not fog, it’s the smoke
coming out of the cars, no the pig’s
chariots and the factories of this
god-forsaken town, hugged by the river
Yes, this is where I dwell, in the town ******
up the *** with the gigantic **** of capitalism,
The city, like me, struggles to avoid the suffocation of the
fumes, the smog, the smoke,
I  look into this smoke and see true terror
I  see this HOPE, HOPE, HOPE,
Yes, the great dictator of positivity, with it’s
letters branded on my heart from out of the womb,
HOPE jumps into my soul and FAITH holds me down
telling me that the man who just died will
go fly into the sky, to infinity and beyond,
The smoke seems to be infinite when I stare at it,
an endless cloud of cloudy thinking
that washed out reality,
Like how the moon is washed out of the sky
each morning, when I go down by the river
to wash my sorrows away
down by the trees
taken by the breeze.

The Forrest fire burns with a sensible dignity
I stand towards the center of it all
And I let it all out abysmally

I've known love and pain to the best of my ability
Up until my final curtain call—
The Forrest fire burns with a sensible dignity

For this to happen was never in my capability
I am a combination of thoughts and a rag doll
And I let it all out abysmally

A tree falls with grand agility
Reducing my movement to a mere crawl
The Forrest fire burns with a sensible dignity

I have lost all senses of civility
The oppressive concepts of idealism I cannot forestall
And I let it all out abysmally

Interaction is one thing that ends invisibility
These trees are mine— my only wall
The Forrest fire burns with a sensible dignity
And I let it all out abysmally

But not if         is love almost;
     is one’s riches
                  the half manuscripts
                       confuse sake
                its or
       demon specialised
dramas ultimate novels aims
        all for indeed?
               Next perhaps.
Overthrow
they reason one most in also absolutely;
                        one of the men
         of an equally the;
that from honest seem real.
                       Life a this degrees
    health investigations.
Man who.
        The afraid.
  Disturbs that of is a;
the its.
Time appears deranges to.
To it statesmen is it all most sacrificed a goal;
              motives it.
        To with;
comic the occupies the;
              that be has is of otherwise;
that where love wicked;
        of it entirely taken.
And strictly human        one ministerial;
               been
humanity knows in aim with part;
    itself ask earnest and that spirit.
                                              And it.
          This plays sometimes and;
                                 most a be hair;
                   not the faithful in
and thoughts it most definite
   younger in strongest why is.
            But to pursued confusion
        it how profound it;
and effort makes interrupting love
           than earnest portfolios tragic.
  To seriousness ethereal of.

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grand"

Built up
so very high
only to crumble,
only to die

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Fog arose from the mouth of the house.
A door made of glass, fallen to the frigid sidewalk.
Blood— the scarlet liquid that flooded all thought
Grabbed the collar of my shirt and ripped it down
To what it must of been. Life looked at me as a child
Falling through the air as an animated anvil
What it could've been in the faint of night.
That was never true. Nothing could give way
To something so clever and exact.

A who before.

           bird
           footprints
           meadow
           forest

Heading seem;
Mark a pick leave gentle the;

A knot;
And upon pine along.

The may— and know limpid the.
From so a grass.

The appears sturdy;
Brush ***** clear

          needs
          speaks
          stay;

Low? to there tender
an above mind to hush trees;
Does brawny;

Erupts sincere my to

           lake
           flower
           keenly
           moon.

It be the without is barely.

           Line

I’m downy.
The near.

The voice;
The.

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dialectic man
something of a
cynic man
          man

Sudden outbursts
blew out of our
twitching bodies
blew
like the blow we did
like the kisses we did
like the *** we did
like the love we did

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Dark rivers run between society and I
slicing a **** where these words bled fourth
like this since animals touched animals
hypocrites are we
for we forget the past
     but keep it in our hearts
to teach our children
the way to start

Wrong, but so wrong are we
let us pass the past
to society
(wrong, but so wrong are we)

Let us not look to something new
Let us look to something old

Forget how to be human
Forget how to evolve

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Q: What did the nun say at about
     midnight?

*A: "I am the Pat Sajak you *****!"

drums beat! beat! beat!
i hear them vibrate
from my head to my feet
  
you make them loud
my love
for in my heart
your echoes repeat
with beat! beat! beat!
  
for it is you my love who keeps my heart beating
beating like the drums from the start
  
so beat! beat! beat!
heart and drums alike!
beat for her
beat for him
beat until you feel it limb-to-limb
  
for you my lover i knew it true
that our hearts beat together
two-by-two
  
so please!
BEAT! BEAT! BEAT!
at home or on the street!
to the heart of drum!
to the heart of the soul!
find love in life
and make it whole
beat. beat. beat.

familiar
           convenience
disabling,
   disabling
strolling frightening island
the
                              hair:
                                                                           around familiar islands
the appreciative
  island
              pines.
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is so
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       of
                 pupil
the
           Marxist structure
is al
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                     lip
consciousness
                                                              of
                                                                      pataphysics
speechless
               on its mysterious
         hair;
                      my evolutionary
  theory strolls
around an
                        ambitious
                                                                                                                                      church
                                                                                                                                                                                                        house.
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    hair's
          so
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            ly
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     miliar
       dance-
how
                           am
                                                                                        bitious it
              is
                            !
Silence
       opposes
             angrily
   prefer
       ably
                        , equally,
              corrupt
aha!
         a
     furry
          community
a b
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                ity.
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                     vapor,
                             no
                                                              bandwagon, and t
                    he
                                   familiar soul

             is

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            lo
          oded with an
                         invitation.
The
    hair
                                                                                                              of
                                      familiar islands
a
                     pleasurable island
   prevails solidly.
This difficult
                                  hatred
is
       so
  chocolate
ontology of hermeneutics
this opulent music's
cordially bright ontology-
how
                       absolute and ******!
Xenophobic
   on its
       last rocket;
                  my ontology
          disrobes
of
                      a de
       me
                                nted
              street
                        side.
Nose whisper
   demolis
                             hi
                      ng, demolis
                                                                        hi
                                                         &nb

I keep my breathing

                   to
                   myself

sun--touched
me
as--a
woman

thermal
the rays
of warm air

thermal
her bright
orange hair

My
generation
is
blind.
So very
blind.

We must always
be infomed.
Informed
about our
friends,  
our
peers,
our
parents.

So we
take to
our
smartphones,
our
laptops,
our
technology.
So we can
fulfill
this  
addiction
of
information
about
other
people.

Because
being informed
feels like,
almost
feels like
we have
friends.

Either way,
we keep the
boulder
rolling.

The boulder
of outdated
Iphones
and
Ipods.

So we can
keep ourselves
updated,
always
updated.

Updated
to the
point
of
updating
our
social network
statuses  
to inform
others about
how good it
feels
to be
updated.

Because
all the
cool kids
have
the Iphone
6.

Therefore
updating
ourselves
updates
the status
of our
popularity.

Because who
judges
books by
their cover
when you have
the
coolest
phone case.

Because
I live in
a world
where I
can buy
a love.
So how
much is
happiness?

In a
world where
the only
real
is
fake,
I plead to
my generation.
Please,
look with your
eyes
and not
your
phones.

Good morning,
I didn't lose you.
You lost me.

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clouds
out

I am something of camera
who distributes pictures
a photographer of emotion
watching the lovers kiss
under the trees
and the light sprinkle
touch me like they do nature
grab me like love
caress me
this is my life
to bathe in others emotion
I soak it up
a sponge

We are truly enslaved
when attracted to one
who finds you
so very ugly

time is fleeting
incandescent fire is shooting up into the sky
an orange to a blue, a conceptually profound blue
something deeper then space itself--
it has been here all along
waiting
for time
to find it
beneath everything fathomable
we are expansive
                            flying as smoke from a fire
we are productive
                            accelerating as industrialization did so
we are imperfect
                            crawling as I walk to a opulent eventuality
we are human
I fell into it--
floating into
an infinite odyssey

Incessant and sometimes cliche echoes
Reverberate against the lockers in the halls.
We were walking as sentient vehicles—
Our souls shoved into our pockets
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my door is shut

Being yelled at again
takes my mind to the window
Staring at the rain
staring at so much potential

I am nobody but a human
and humans are nobody
but so much potential

Mistakes we make
the anger we take
out on ourselves

For not being perfect
that's all I wanted
something like that
to be flaunted

But I climb and I climb
on the mountain side
with a simple scream
with a simple memory
I'll fall
I'll fall

Back to the bottom
of the ladder

A vicious cycle I take
A vicious cycle I break

With a slice
with a pill

With a bullet
with a hop

I'll end this right now
before I even started

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into words organized organized organized
into paragraphs organized organized organized
into papers(into perfection)
assembled into Perfection,
                        is it human?
NO!
                    you *******
it's not.
humans cannot  
              willnot
be anything close to                   perfection
all this organizing is only            dehumanizing
if it leads to something that one cannot achieve
if one says something is ABSOLUTELY PERFECT
2 billion others will say
          f*ck you
               you're wrong
and you probably are
       either way
               majority rules
everything
               is
               a true imperfection
for there is always a time when the conveyor belt bre aks

You think
you sit
on the lip
of perpetua—

though you
exude ****
witless.

The turtles
topple over.

They told me I didn't know what love was.

Every stinging syllable of that salient statement still splits me open as if
hit by a throwing knife.
How could I not know something that has both affected my life and
directed my strife?
Yet they were kind of right.

I did not know what love 'was',
I only knew what love 'is'.
Love is,
Persistent.
Both consistent and inconsistent, even
Resistant.

But most importantly, love is existent.

As in the time I practiced kissing the basketball.
Forget the swish, my only wish was for that kiss to be
real.

And I fantasized that She'd be my blue sky.
We'd kiss on the 4th of July,
while the fireworks fly by.
Love was with this girl in my mind.

You see, I'm a Romanticist.
I choose not to live in a reality where logic tells me
affection only leads to an *******.
Or a mathematical algorithm can find our
connection.
No, this is the wrong
direction.  

Still, they think I'm insane.
For romance has been too romanticized,  
into something we cannot theorize.
We must all be square,
and think square.
But when I look into the sky,
I can still see her eyes, desperately waiting,
until the 4th of July.

what
bestows

the envy of crooked painting
I who, the what, the now
there is flames in the sink,      a fire

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The thought I threw into this snow shall stir
The thought and dream so wedded to
The thought arose, "My cross I cannot bear.
The thought behind I strove to join
The thought beneath so slight a film
The thought bred strength. I slowly drew my arms
The thought dashed. It recoiled, as, with the gift,
The thought divine within them till it blossomed into stone
The thought grew frightful, 't was so wildly dear! 40
The thought grew stronger with my growing days,
The thought has been embodied to our years.
The thought has just occurred to me
The thought has melted, vanished into night;
The thought in crimson dyed his cheek,
The thought in the brain of that weak
The thought is falser far.
The thought is not pleasant, yet, what we can't cure,
The thought is quiet as a flake, --
The thought it whispers to thine ear!
The thought makes me nervous. I vow and declare.
The thought not pleasureless of suffer'd pains
The thought o' Mary Morison.
The thought of Brutus[57]--for his was not there!
The thought of England, fresh beneath the rain,
The thought of God is like the tree
The thought of God will rouse the heart
The thought of God, the thought of thee,
The thought of God, the thought of thee, 224.
The thought of Love Immortal blends
The thought of Rabicane detained the knight.
The thought of Thy immensity;
The thought of a shut gate of Paradise,
The thought of an alien race,
The thought of another?"
The thought of beauty gone too swiftly by.
The thought of birds,
The thought of both: "Yon crescent see!
The thought of death -- approach he fast or slow --
The thought of death alone, the fear destroys.
The thought of death being always imminent,
The thought of death can't enter for the throng?
The thought of death shall, like a god, inspire.
The thought of death sits easy on the man
The thought of death, sole victor of its dread!
The thought of death, which reason, too supine,
The thought of death? That thought is the machine,
The thought of dinners good
The thought of having lost the precious ring;
The thought of heaven's great King afar
The thought of her distress, her lips to kiss,
The thought of her doth heau'nly rage inspire,
The thought of her was like a flash of light
The thought of her was like a flash of light,
The thought of her, exposed to shame and pain,
The thought of her, who once did sing
The thought of him away.
The thought of him who has left me
The thought of holding man to his account,
The thought of it doth make my faint heart bleed,
The thought of it made mother cry,
The thought of it shall wake:
The thought of life that ne'er shall cease
The thought of long-past actions sanctifies
The thought of my shortcomings in this life
The thought of never-ending rest!
The thought of old, dear things is in thine eyes,
The thought of one great, universal heart,
The thought of one whose smiling lips up-curled,
The thought of one, now gone from us,--
The thought of our loved ones at home in the West--
The thought of our past years in me doth breed
The thought of parting shall not lie
The thought of six-and-eightpence
The thought of some new order and the lust of change.
The thought of some true friend may bless,
The thought of spiritual transmigration
The thought of that imperial rite
The thought of that one morning. And her being
The thought of that strange tale divine,
The thought of the Quaker is living still,
The thought of the woman (that sweet, subtle power
The thought of the horror he felt, beguiles
The thought of the swiftest lifts and blesses?
The thought of thee a moment from my soul.
The thought of thee all sorrow calms;
The thought of thee began.
The thought of thee can make all turmoil cease;
The thought of thee is home!
The thought of thee is mightier far
The thought of thee shall tremble there
The thought of thee, above, below,
The thought of thee--and in the blue Heaven's height,
The thought of thee--and in the blue heaven's height,
The thought of their enraptured gaze
The thought of this begets that brave disdain
The thought of this bids me go on
The thought of thousands, while thy noble heart
The thought of thy kiss, which awakens
The thought of vengeance on me, never quite
The thought of violets meant florists' shops,

under the bridge
the mossy stones
pungently grab me

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Everyone will
meet everyone

Here, in this hazy land
of cigarette smoke

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In the great cornfield
I used to play each day
sunrise to sunset, watching
the weeds as they sway

It is here I thought
this is where I'll stay
out here with the corn




I have found my way