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Thomas Maltuin Mar 2015
You can pick your friends

Your friends
will love you

as long as

you love them
you are nice to them
dress like them
and do what they say.

Your friend will be your friend,
granted you are a friend to them.


Love is a feeling

Love will
never hurt

love is nice

love will be
love when it is earned
or deserved
and desired.

Love will never tell lies,
unless you would rather hear them.
Thomas Maltuin Mar 2015
there it is
that reminder
something is missing
though i never had it

what is it
it was a plan
i thought anyway
a task i need to do
maybe it's not important

is it real
did it exist
maybe i'm broken
is this a metaphor
is this moment my whole life
a string of useless empty thoughts

another day
another underscore
why an underscore?
your thoughts...
Thomas Maltuin Mar 2015
9:30
go to sleep

wake up
check the time

5:30
blink

7:30
blink again

10:30
day begins

coffee in
feel the same
wish I had some Nicotine...
though I could
getting up

Not important

i'm angry
no I'm not
Pessimistic?
that's not me
yes it is

Who am I

read some lit
maybe later
to feel (Blank)
where's the wife
did she cook

What's it mean

this must be
what I wished for
pray for Peace.
ignorant
of definition

I don't have 1

eat some tuna
feel the same
don't know how to Smile?
class starts soon
get it done

Maybe I'll just sit here

why am I angry
im not
mad Thoughts
without emotion
steady heart

Where was i

wish i could be myself
what's that anyway
nothings Right
nothing's wrong
nicotine

Didn't help either

did the world stop
while i slept
did i miss It.
am i black
or white

What's the difference

Maybe i'll play guitar

i didn't
maybe
(This)
is the real me
once in a while
Thomas Maltuin Mar 2015
Movement One
 
 
story    without    plot
  rhyme        no        reason
  they are beautiful               I embrace them     
   
though frivolous
 
perplexing
how
               you believe                they have meaning  
without existence      of     contrasting            
thought
 
 
 
 
Movement Two
 
would you part Gemini     or                                 
    hands     from 
                             their work
 
without water
land they till
becomes dull
mass of dirt
 
End of Statement
Not of song
 
     what lyric                  without voice
    has freewill                  without choice
must I
                list the meaningless               
forever
in
 
 
silence
 
 
 
 
Movem­ent Three
 
what is
harmony without
melody
paint without
canvass
medium without
foundation
 
What a thought!
true freedom
without direction
majestic for a moment
 
only a moment
 
the pitfall of
my unfinished labor
makeshift vanity
dissipated into
forgotten dreams
 
make no mistake
such creations
bear certain
appeal
 
yet unseen
essence draws
them
 into

 
the void
 
 
as memories
fragmented
in pieces
 
without one
final sliver
become
 
 
spare        change
 
 
on the table
 
overlooked
forgotten
though of value
upon assembly
 
 
 
 
Movement Four
 
what is a character                                          
                  without a tale?                                    
what is a novel                                                
           ­   without a soul                                 
                      to speak of    which was first    
                                        chicken or egg
                                             to those who say
                                         egg I say "nay"
                                                  a chicken will thrive
                                        without young
 
                                            the simple ellipse
                                             without a mother-
                                  hard-boiled
                              in a salad
 
together they are whole
the one gains life
the other lives
abundantly
 
The Grand Scheme!                           A Master Theme!     
can there be             
                    a creator without
 
creation
 
 
 
 
Movement Five**
 
Is a book worth writing without characters to fill it? or would it
be filled, with lands and backgrounds of ambiguity?
Is a person annulled without life to retell, or become a mannequin with
a simple, painted, face
 
p e r h a p s
 
                joy         within        the stories    
hardship and     experience    manifest          
    history and all           live           in footprints         
    |                         |    
        silhouettes dreamed  | the Identities |  in the wake                       
  |                         |  
of
 
The Protagonist
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