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Telemetried on me
I've got flying machines
In my dreams
Amazon prime oiled up
Smart phones that tell me
49% my battery
Has been used shopping online
At Walmart
Got a new habit
I think
Cept this drug dealer
Arrives in a big brown truck
UPS on the side
Keeping me in the latest connected
Device, alone,  tracking a
Number like
Awaiting the knock on the door
For my refill of nougats
Of 3d printing dots
So I can
Finish my
With haptic
And siri impressions
Of ******* joy
Give Love Freely , Christ calls Us to Love Our Neighbor here.
Give Love Freely, For Christ calls Us to Love Our Brother too.
Give Love Freely , For Christ calls Us to Love Our Enemies too.
Give Love Freely, For Christ has Loved Us First then We Love Him.
Give Love Freely, For We are Called to spread the Gospel of Love.
Give Love Freely, By Loving Others First maybe then they Love you too.
Give Love Freely, Through doing this People shall see Christ within You.
Give Love Freely, Not the worldly type but Unconditional Love from God.
Give Love Freely, Live Your Life as a Servant for Christ Love Unconditional.
But in between
A darker glow
Often show
The utter folly we
On concrete things
That do not
At all
on walls
Or beings
Glow all
In between
The rain
And sun
How bittersweet
Is still
In silence shows
That all
Is never what you
And what you see
Is not the
That echoes
Back the haunted
As my
Eyelids close
To dream
And dream
And dream....
We were the cake conspirators,
During lunch.
Beginning with an empty moment,
When we asked Ben to fetch Emile...
And waited at the table,
For the cake to meet his face.

And I thought, wouldn't it be funny...
Wouldn't it be just freaking hilarious,
If I were to pretend to slam it in yours instead?
...But, as soon as I got near you...
You went up in arms!

Your small hands grabbed as much cake as they could,
And my hair suddenly became a sticky shade of white!

We had no time for disbelief,
We had no time for anything,
But to fight!
Now was the batter battle...
And I had to throw the second punch.

Two girls,
Laughing, while reaching for more.
Squealing, then wiping it from our eyes.
Two girls,
Answering the cries of the cafeteria to,
"Yeah, get her in the face!"
Emile came in for a picture afterward (to remember us in all our cakey glory, I suppose) and we wiped our hands clean on his shirt....
And maybe a little on his face.
My mind keeps deceiving me,
Convincing me to believe,
That there is something more,
Than what there is.

It wants, more than anything, to keep dreaming.
I want, more than anything, to wake up.
Maybe it's part of growing up.
I smell the ocean.
I feel it cool my skin,
Baking in the sun,
Or from your stare.

My hand parts from yours,
And travels west to meet the sand
That melts golden, molten,
Through the cracks in my fingers.

Thoughts now flow to the back of my mind...
Where they will crash onto hot rocks,
And sizzle, steam away.
My thoughts will twist your words until they say what you don't mean,
To say,
That you sound mean, that you don't mean until they say,
The words,
To me they twist.
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