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Lxvi Nov 2022
why turn my eye
if happy to see
our easy through and between

learn of pain
use your breath
so they must give out
that same nature


he makes by hand
the world
the truth

more gain
you grow
from who
I'd know
Lxvi Sep 2022
I made the neighbors move,
it must have been my feet.
stomped around a bit too much
they've run off down the street.

man upstairs no longer cares,
he's senile for the sound.
landlord is out, have no doubt,
for the rent he'll be around.

I made the neighbors move,
It certainly had to be.
could it have been my voice
that caused them all to flee?

I know they always talk,
of my ever constant noise.
I have not yet met them,
yes I've never had the choice.

I made the neighbors move,
you know it to be true.
they did not want to leave,
they simply never do.  

I hear them leave for work,
or school so they can learn.
I made the neighbors leave,
don't think they will return.

not once have I seen them,
just when did they move in?
where exactly do they stay,
and tell me where they've been.

I made the neighbors move,
I swear they're never here,
so don't think to move in,
I'll make you disappear.
Lxvi Sep 2022
as the hunger churns,
I swallow my nerves
no time left
though I yearn.
in a pickle,
pain preserves
Lxvi Sep 2022
baby buying bruises
          absence always accuses
         keeping karma kneeling
     _assist atmosphere appealing
     {                   (                             ­             )
    {                   (                                          )
  {              slowly symptoms secluded
{              useless united unsuited  
{             soon systems saluted        
{              sound soul shielded        
    {               yonder you yielded
Lxvi Sep 2022
Nightly they fought featured ferocious
splitting the hedge, persona mitosis
sit on the edge, Arizona atrocious  
basking it baked in the asphalt's steam
tasking in takes no faults it seems
tightly wound taught in fortified seams
consumed with backrooms they live in their dreams
closer to closure without words being said
exposure mediocre as they burn up the bed
Lxvi Sep 2022
The days seem to scatter
in your refracted gaze
I always seem to shatter
and find myself ablaze
but all seems too tired to taunt
everlasting swill, I'm ill and gaunt
nothing I speak but of your praise
I reach for your ending
I bend for your beach
but never seen your shore
tides turned, I've learned
we are
nevermore
Lxvi Jul 2022
CWI
candle wax and incense
the lies that we weave
in all of this nonsense
what do you believe
do you think it's all just
and right in the end
do you think that you must
survive for a friend
a pittance of praises
are all ye can do
as the water raises
Jesus, the canoe
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