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Steven Martin Feb 2014
My friend is falling apart
In front of my eyes

Slowly tearing at the delicate seams
Woven by the love and heart and passion
Of his mother

We blew our minds apart together
Treaded waters we’ve never tread
He exposed I
And I he

To the brink

But I was just exploring
Escaping
Perusing

Now I must return to school

Twas no game for him
Sitting on my couch
Explosion of colors and sounds
Tearing apart seams
Of couch
And Reality

Tears
And
Demons of our past
Released

I delved to places I feared
For he poured ****** rivers of darkened ****** water
From sacred synapses
Of Block-ed experience

But I had to return
And he has no place to go
Steven Martin Feb 2014
I numbed myself today
Nothing else to say

Fires died down for a bit
Easy just to sit

But I know how these things work

I’m waiting for the metamorphosis

As retardant turns to fuel
And the fire returns hungry and refreshed
Steven Martin Jan 2014
Infinite constantly changing spectrum of light
Folding and rolling in soft gentle ripples
Mother Earth playing with the dying rays of light

For me

And I'm supposed to focus on catching waves?

I can't do that
With my jaw dropped
And my eyes wide open

Starstruck with appreciation
For God

I found god today
In the fading rays of light
Creating infinite beauty
For just me

I don't think this is a poem
Just a declaration
Steven Martin Jan 2014
I breath
In peace

I sit
In peace

Ink stains
In peace
Steven Martin Jan 2014
Do you ever wake up?
Just for a moment

From the foggy chase for the cheese we call life
(Reward circuitry)

Everything stops.
Sounds surround.
Details intensify.

And something else...
Right on the tip of my capability to understand
Touching down on both sides

That never leaves again.

I've been collecting little pieces.

I don't know for what puzzle. I don't know what the puzzle answers.

I don't know the question.

But I do know each experience
Satiates.
Something.
Surreal.
Steven Martin Jan 2014
A buffet of stimulus,
Fills no void.

God they must be hurting,
For all they fiend.

But lips sealed tight.
Bongs packed right.
Pills in hand.
Goes as planned.

****. Pop.

Wake up for the hunt again
Steven Martin Jan 2014
Vino
Buzzing my mind

Thoughts flow
Like I'm sublime

Toxins ease
Flow stupid ****

Dumping my brains
Into the pit
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