I am the flightless pelican.
I’ve found myself with my mouth full,
my stomach full, and so much still on my plate.
Possessed by an inhuman hunger,
I will gorge upon pure potential.
I will yowl on and on, without sleep.
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I have sand between my toes.
My shoes are glued to my feet.
Keep on running ‘til the calluses come.
There has to be a point where I stop to sweat,
and I’ll finally get my sigh of relief.
I have one ride left on my bus pass.
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I have a tendency to ramble
and languish in my own stench.
People tend to forget this at first;
lured in by the false face of a genetic fluke.
They want to know the impression I left,
not the procrastinator; the cud-chewing goat.
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I can’t sleep being held,
or if I feel someone’s breath in the still.
I start to feel the urge to burrow
into the quiet quilts; patchwork Promised Land.
I cater to the crowd that caters to themselves,
but I’m no Utilitarian. Fox and Lion.
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I have cousins like brothers,
and I have brothers like strangers.
Stray cats with names
and a copy of The Mahabharata that I stash my money in.
I’m sitting on a sunny pier with my hook in the water;
avoiding conflict with no bait.  
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Paper cuts from the gold leaf
on the edges of hymn book pages
with burgundy leather covers.
These guilty cuts, bleeding for what seems like hours,
while we steadily forget that anyone was singing.
Alone with our thoughts in the crowd.

Her friends call her Nancy,
as long as it's not a name given by him..
He always called her Jeanny,
when he clipped away her wings.

He found Jeanny on the streat,
when she was just a child...
Nobody knew the painfull past
behind Jeannys broken smile.

He hurt Jeanny,and kept her locked,
never to get outside,
she made Jeanny beg for her life.
until he broke her mind.

Jeanny stabbed him 20 times,
then she cut away all off his limbs.
But late at night she still hears his voice,
"come Jeanny ,i need to cut your wings"

Bring me a sunset in a cup,
Tell me the sky's great secret.
Give me a happy fading glow,
Inspire wonder within me.
Take my hand and dance with night,
Steal my heart in the darkness.
Make me a golden box of treasure,
Conceal the moment inside it.
Vanquish the demons residing here,
Deliver me from all the tears.
Strike the foes that tear me down,
Support me when I can no longer stand.
Write me letters when you are gone,
Beg for me when I would go.
Sweep me off my tired feet,
Touch my curious blue eyes.
Teach me how the world once was,
Build it up to greater heights.
Show how things can be put to right,
Love the perfect imperfections.
End with honor pure, and valor,
Begin the way you'd like to end.


Be my wings,
For I have none.