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~ dark early pre-dawn body suspended between the-dark ochre earth tones of night, and the teal pealing notes of warning of an impending morning, signs aborning, me rising with urgency of the leaden half deaden, torn from the bed casket to venture into a different kind of twi-lights, nature demanding both intake and outtake, a restoration of balance but first a bumbling wobbling, the body as carnival bumper car, installing soon-to-be-bruising for later examination-exhumation, lurching from handhold crevices in the walls like crazy cliff climbers, my balance disturbed, eyes try  tearing apart the sticky glue of night, my sense of direction keeping me from free falling into green glass edges of glass tables, barely, and not always, red cuts evidentiary “my balance disturbed” words fresh formed, and a poem expulsion required to balance the unjust scales of spirit soul and the body cage, patch an negotiated agreement between warring cousins, just a twenty four hour ceasefire to retrieve the wounded and the corpses unfounded in the small copses of false shelter, like my ancestors expelled from Spain, making escape to be strangers in strange lands, or remain hidden in place neath disguises of clothes of new poems, prayers for old and new gods this new poem comes quick like a young man making first love, for the poem has been written by thousands nights of practicing, so ready for quick retrieving in a smattering of a few minutes, expulsion expulsion what a perfect verbiage to capture the night terrors, the differentials, the procession path between what was and what will be, when my balance restored and this poem’s completion installation in the body of my work, as a nail disguised in the works of my body, entering by command of the pitch black gods
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May 21, 2019
May 21, 2019 at 8:42 AM UTC
my balance disturbed, night terrors
~ dark early pre-dawn body suspended between the-dark ochre earth tones of night, and the teal pealing notes of warning of an impending morning, signs aborning, me rising with urgency of the leaden half deaden, torn from the bed casket to venture into a different kind of twi-lights, nature demanding both intake and outtake, a restoration of balance but first a bumbling wobbling, the body as carnival bumper car, installing soon-to-be-bruising for later examination-exhumation, lurching from handhold crevices in the walls like crazy cliff climbers, my balance disturbed, eyes try  tearing apart the sticky glue of night, my sense of direction keeping me from free falling into green glass edges of glass tables, barely, and not always, red cuts evidentiary “my balance disturbed” words fresh formed, and a poem expulsion required to balance the unjust scales of spirit soul and the body cage, patch an negotiated agreement between warring cousins, just a twenty four hour ceasefire to retrieve the wounded and the corpses unfounded in the small copses of false shelter, like my ancestors expelled from Spain, making escape to be strangers in strange lands, or remain hidden in place neath disguises of clothes of new poems, prayers for old and new gods this new poem comes quick like a young man making first love, for the poem has been written by thousands nights of practicing, so ready for quick retrieving in a smattering of a few minutes, expulsion expulsion what a perfect verbiage to capture the night terrors, the differentials, the procession path between what was and what will be, when my balance restored and this poem’s completion installation in the body of my work, as a nail disguised in the works of my body, entering by command of the pitch black gods
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Muted color On darkest day                                           There was a light to show the way In dreary towns My eyes were bound To the misty lights Up on the cloud What is that phenomenon? Where did it go? The place we are seeking We shall never know. As our eyes droop down And our smiles go flat, It is easy to see That we shall never go back To that muted color On that darkest day Where that light to guide us Showed the way Immortality is over We are now doomed To succumb to our future As our destinies loomed. As we were shot down To the pits of Tartarus My fate was no longer Ambiguous We were forgone Forever to roam The pitch black world Always to moan That muted color On darkest day Was unfortunately one To never stay
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Dec 29, 2016
Dec 29, 2016 at 6:56 PM UTC
garden of eden
I feel sorry for the next girl who thinks you are just "so genuine" because you're the farthest from the truth and you don't even know what love is. You almost had something but you couldn't get your **** together blame me for your indecencies but we weren't meant to say "forever". You were just stones in my stomach always weighing me down funny how I feel so much better now that you're not around. I can breathe now.
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Apr 17, 2016
Apr 17, 2016 at 1:20 AM UTC
Expulsion.
He got expelled this time. He wasn't sent to In-school suspension Or lunch detention Or the counselor's office. He was expelled from Fairfax County Public Schools. And his friends all freaked. They sat outside the school Every morning And wouldn't go in To protest. They signed a petition That called him a "Well rounded student" And "Well loved by the student body." I didn't love Brian. I hated Brian. Brian was the kid Who always Made the class Stay late. He was the kid who Went through the halls Grabbing peoples butts. He was the kid that All the guys wanted to be And all the girls wanted to have. And instead of sending him off To West Point Where he would have to Shave his Bieber hair and Follow the rules for once, The county revoked the expulsion. And to me It seems like A celebrity murdered someone And because a thousand fan letters were sent in They got to go free.
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May 27, 2013
May 27, 2013 at 9:50 PM UTC
Expelled (ish)