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117 · Jul 2018
Untitled
T R S Jul 2018
Make light of sunbuilt notions
117 · Apr 2020
Golden Hills
T R S Apr 2020
When the sun comes out again

is when

I plan on calling all everyone,

because by then

everyone will be my friend,

forged over fields of fever posies and possies of angries.


So, please

Grease the wheels of progress by rounding your rough edge

and by doing your best to be and make everything easy.
117 · Dec 2019
Can someone say something?
T R S Dec 2019
Monitoring past economics and diametrics has tossed my peasant

corn-fed, sorry brain into a frenetic existential disdain that will never

be solved, even when we marinate it in a sea of self-actualization,

separated nations, insolvents, indignants, malignant social tumors,

coupled with pills of american bills, hamburgers, drugs, and ***.
116 · Jul 2019
Cryings point.
T R S Jul 2019
Bleeding is what happens when you don't have blood to bleed.

Crying is the sideboard when your grief no longer leaves.


Kind of, if kind of life, the non altruisctic bags that see.


It's kind of if you hadn't tried, sisters only find the way to grieve.


Taxes and obama find a world where I should pay.
It's only taxes and costumes, it's not my greatest day
116 · Nov 2019
Stay
T R S Nov 2019
I pounded an ounce of rice into a fryable patty.

I knitted, ratted about bits of **** made of laughable brads brazed.

Shatter what could be in normal clotted cloueds shrowded in holes of
fire and acid.

Creaking in fast bending dealings.

I hate it and hate you too.
116 · Oct 2019
Time out
T R S Oct 2019
Spit.
I spit out hell speak on my ponder railing.

I shrieked out gobs of porrige hate
that would abate all of my sailing.

I clicked my teethed and thrash about,
and abandoned all my food.

I stomped a fire, flesh and all,
just so that I would feel good.
116 · Sep 2019
Up until now
T R S Sep 2019
I was born under a sash.
Held high.
By a midwife in a mudhut.

I learned under a tree.
Where I stashed the fruit of knowledge
beneath me.

I grew under the dirt.
In a burrow underground.
And found my first and second love.

I stirred and stewed around
before I came upon a mound of more folks just like me.

I made a life.
With a woman.
Who would soon become my wife.

I stayed, through strife and struggle.
In order to make it work.

I, sad to say.
I went on strike from life.
And bottled all my hate and love up in little plastic cages.

And I raged and thrashed about in moonlight on my bedsheets.
T R S Dec 2019
I had planned on heading to Home Depot, because my way of life had required a gross of wooden stakes.

144 ounces of hate made of wood would construct a plank of self hatred that I would keep harbored away until judgement day.

Likewise, I had hoardes of rotten twinkies to sink into the soil.

Sink away and sink, boil away the toil of broken hearts an overboiled sunken sweets.

Seep into the grown, the sullen sugar can and will boil away in the hate soaked heat that made the life of our ancients so gay and disfrayed.

Mild emotions and ambitions only manage to feed the hungry monsters that have ensconced themselves in power have yet to abate their desire to gobble up everything that is not them.
115 · Feb 2021
Even I feel this way
T R S Feb 2021
In this evening I have decided
That milk and marriage goes well with porridge.

I managed to surge and outsource our storage issue,
I made it pass us, and I still wound up missing you.

I've made it past us, and yet I still wind up missing you.
115 · Jul 2019
Play date
T R S Jul 2019
Well!
WELL
yes.... yes
it's something we should do.
Let's take ALLLLL
the arts we found.

I'll take mine...


...and


you'll take yours.....!!!
Yes!!

AND WE'LL MAKE A MONSTER.
T R S Jul 2018
Clear. So fully. I said that even though I'm blind, I can be a seer.
It's like shaven fur off of a beast that's at least will to make me fear

Sullenly, so sorry. With drips of lamplight lit with chicken stock
Burned up with reduced hate fat.
Unlacking in a shamble.
But FEAR
Please relent and do assume how unendearing
I'm steering my own bit into life only lit with bitter wood
Dry and misunderstood.
But that's good.
Because I would rather die than try to fly in air that I can't breath.
115 · Nov 2019
Cycles
T R S Nov 2019
Baby magpie birdies
Cluck early in the morning

Coyotes have breakfast
on all the worms and birds.

Trout gather nymphs in slurping slurring.

but the longest live terrapin remains inert.
115 · Mar 2019
New stories for fun
T R S Mar 2019
Blanked in intestine wrapped tarmac built buildings.
Show in the end of protein trails,
can be found on ends of grapevines and haphazard wastes is the end
of loops and tangled edges border on tree trunks and the stumps staked upon the ground based upon
unscruptulious washing,
and bashings,
and unbrazened dealed,
left welt, unmelted and welded
bled and bleeding
melted
hell bend
understood
intrepid
instead its
hell
hell
under out spell
nothing
but hell
hell
hell
114 · Feb 2018
What I found on a corner
T R S Feb 2018
Homelessness and Joblessness are brothers with a plan
Sanding hope off of boards
Making meal out of man

Sleeping under, over bridges
Sleeping in a can
Sleeping with the winter witches
Which person feels a pain
Which person can abstain
From feeling pain from people
Popping pills and stealing
Stabbing Stabbing
Choking Choking
Folks in dirt can feel.
114 · Jul 2019
Drainage.
T R S Jul 2019
Every morning she left me,
but before she did
I would make her eggs and coffee
and we would dig into the plans and meat of the day...

Then she would go,
I would stay.
Because I worked all night, and get home at 2.
But that didn't matter when six o'clock came
and my baby had to get ready.
Showers and blow dryers fired at full engine
while I managed a 2 hour regimen including
coffee filters and boiled eggs,
toasted with bongs and foil.
Toiling over a freezer frittata
my motto is that:
I love her and should oughta help her.
Because she's mine.
I don't need help back.
So much, in fact, I'll be glad when you don't.

So now our morning is built upon me, and what I see.
How I feel,
because even still.
I don't see you when I leave or when I go.
But you do when you do and you do.
I set up a show.
Just for you.
But you can't take too much.
Because I will no longer be me when you do.
114 · Jun 2018
How is to live
T R S Jun 2018
Woody  1m
*******, *******. Your poetry’s lame ****. I wouldn’t take your money to read another line of yours.
113 · Feb 2018
K-9 Raid
T R S Feb 2018
In an effort to make things more friendly everyone was instructed to leave their dogs at the party,
while the rest of us were kindly asked to go home.
Still, the cops showed up and no one spoke any English.
I mean they understood it well but lacked the proper capacity to carry on a conversation.
Still.
I've never seen a party look so happy when the K-9 unit finally decided to show up and make sense of the situation.
They were qualified.
Probably made the most sense, and should have brought those good boys out in the first place.
Still.
They licked every last inch of my face.
Real estate in skin is something to be graced with, not take unfinished.
Polishing cheeks in drool is the duty of dogs.
Goodness is like a gallon of pond water dredged from the bog.
Slaving away for canteens of nostalgia, patina.
My memories stay sealed in a golden marina.
113 · Sep 2019
Dizzle Dazzle
T R S Sep 2019
I had a bundle of hair I held in the air full of instant noodle powder.

And still I held It towards my heart to fight all the silence.

All the noise as it got louder.


And I had held still.

I was what a good boy was.

A well taken care of soldier.


But.

I mold instead into an iron-built building.
A brown-person shield that still stands!

**** the man and all his agriculture.

It's just a vulture that feeds on flags.

A pig that ****** on nations.


An aggregation of aformentioned mobile folks who will never stoke a fire or feel heaven sent heat.


The beaten. and Absorbed.
The bit of humanity we can't afford.


It'll all go away
It's my duty.
To thank you for the time.

And now all I can do is rhyme to thank you for the truth.
113 · Feb 2018
Fraternal Faction
T R S Feb 2018
I've enacted a plan in my personal journal
Worrying and fretting is a fraternal ambition
My mission is that my dad can live on
My brothers can feel and feel what's on
His brother's brain
By that I mean I have to abstain
from self serving service
Love makes me impervious
to the shame and the guilt that life gives.
113 · Dec 2019
BOOOOOOOM
T R S Dec 2019
Okay.

It's not like I read and never got scared.

I acted like I never really care, because who could really care?

Make a ten-year old stare at lifetime of suffering.

**** that guilt.

I'll stuff them in the ignorant ring,

of scared human beings having to look at the future of their suffering.

Instead I'd read, and rather bring enjoyment.

Either that or I have to act like I don't feel.

Either that or I have to steal a bit of my hearty healthy soul

and make it into to fuel.

To use up all my energy.

To pour my life into a bowl that will blow,

BLOW UP, and ****.

Just so I can feel strong in the face of those that will never be.
113 · Jan 2019
Trench Mensche
T R S Jan 2019
Soreness only engaged extra forces.
Let reason and shake
show force unlike
any that has ever been seen
obscene was british command.

Let the biggest brightest take command of larry in clinton.

I swear.
you are
you are
the 'shy *****'

let your general wonder how who you are.
you're just poison.

the reason we lose.

who would take position the commander of chief once all the soldiers die and we have decided to submit to british laws and decide a
112 · Jul 2018
Mirrored
T R S Jul 2018
Let me paint a picture of pinbuilt basket hope
Like a ***** tincture of tolds that told me nope
Like a noose that necked me for lack of livery
Like I condused a might slack, a lack of symetry
112 · Jul 2019
GIVE ME A CHANCE!!!!
112 · Dec 2018
Ballistic pit
T R S Dec 2018
I can not believe how much time
TIME i spilled and lulled into a lucid black bath of hate built laquer.
It's like the rapture in gopher holes.
I'ts like dynamite lite with hate on the tip of hopeful poles.
112 · Oct 2019
Educate
T R S Oct 2019
Flecks of salt

Clumps of flavor.

Sealing sound.

I'm Jesus' Savior.



Make it last.

Just so you know.

Life takes water.

And needs smarts to grow.
112 · Oct 2019
Cheap and Easy
T R S Oct 2019
Life never ends, until it does.

Is never fun, until it is.

It's only bad when it's not good.

And really great while eating food.
112 · Oct 2019
Try hards.
T R S Oct 2019
So...
mayonaise is my setiva.

My alternavite SHOOG.

I'm a bigger ****** blanket.
Woven with none one and syrup showup shoes.
111 · Mar 2018
The H-word
T R S Mar 2018
How often
How dead
How instead
How it fells
How bullets
How much does lead poison
How much does noise begin to
How often hearts often make
How much does it rake?
How or may or not be dead?
How instead?
How often when I won't be there?
110 · Oct 2019
Pork Belly Bliss
T R S Oct 2019
I burnt a crispy bit of bark,
So we could cook our food.

And then we sang and smoked some ****,
before we choked down all the *****.

...

I woke up early,
it was cold.

So, I cook all the water I could.
Because coffee and oatmeal warms you,
in the wild,
warms you much more than it should.

But not only that,
only two days in,
your boy smuggling in some bacon.

Why? You ask?
Because.
I love my friends.

And the coolest sight.
The coolest thing in the world.
The coolest thing ever.
Really.
The coolest thing....


The coolest thing is watching them shaking after several brutal ways...

Cooking up a pan of fresh bacon.
In the morning.
With your friends.
Is the best way.
The best way to spend the end of days.
110 · Dec 2020
MK III -Rusty Gold
T R S Dec 2020
Splintering sounds
mashing in rock slides

Spending a town's
worth of gold
on iron oxide

To explode
TO EXPLODE
with all out nitrate

To erode
TO ERODE
all of time; wait;

Here it comes near!
Here it comes faster!

Rusty Gold, Rusty Gold, your only disaster!

Rusty Gold, Rusty Gold, he'll make you life end faster!
110 · Sep 2019
20 is more than 20 less.
T R S Sep 2019
Straw.

dead grass is all I saw.

Passed in the moment i meant to be alive
all life is just a patch of grassiness.

It's an obsession to pick apart the source of life
to make ourselves less remiss.


But even still... it hurts so bad.
I'm glad I have no guilt.
Cuz if I did, all what I'd feel, is every pound of what I built.
110 · Jan 2019
Bargain Chip
T R S Jan 2019
Sent on the sheets of my favored bed.

In light was friends, and ever after it extends into fire.

Only fire isn't free.
nor should be.

I can help you if you
promise to help me.
109 · Oct 2019
Blinking
T R S Oct 2019
Go into blackness.

Show sintered, ransacked make up.

Make out.

Show off.

Pick a part all of the noxious little faces

and add them to your sticker collection.

Protect the shiny corners of your smile
and please make sure to have a good day.
109 · Dec 2020
Doing my best
T R S Dec 2020
The dirt under my knuckles is that last leftover I have from
helping out with a wheelbarrow full of hashbrowns this morning.


I can't butcher a hog, but I hauled in the cases of Coke, and bread, and extra chairs, and also managed to scramble every egg we had on hand.

And then I pretended I didn't care after I tore through my backstock of bacon, afraid of making my aunties sick because they're thick to stay home one winter in their ******* lives.

I don't want anyone to die.

But I know that they do.

And I guarantee you the last thing you want to say when you get to heaven is that youre dead because you couldn't get enough of your ****** nephews disgusting Christmas stew.
109 · Feb 2019
Takeover Story
T R S Feb 2019
Splattered on grounded gravel
was all about lava labor
a little more that flavor savior
the saber that'll build
a little field
of golden grit
lit with lampblack
and litwicked slacked made
lackadaisical magick
whick will have woven tragic
old fashioned words
built in passions
and up on stewards
hoarding all of our
new world copper
and proper human presents.
109 · Jul 2019
Thank you
T R S Jul 2019
Littered in a spilled pile of nose bleeds...
Still...
I'm sorry.
I seceded for a bone pile.

Beguiled by huge head and lightning
it seems that only strawberry swirls
could unfurl a white mans bleeding heart.
108 · Jul 2018
Linger it
T R S Jul 2018
Crippled, I griped a being
Let me linger, let me hate
I hate the sort of seeing
that makes make berate
I bet a kind of action
is a sort of betting worth
Let me mind my faction
Let me have a opinion sort
108 · Dec 2019
High Temp Cooking.
T R S Dec 2019
I peeled off a *** of chewy nonsense (dough!),

and I needed it to feel alive.

I kneaded it,

and brought it to life.

I turn grass into pizza, and seeds into sauce.

I lay it on an iron fire and watch what fire causes.

Fire is pure energy,

fire-baked lives can be understood.

Understood much better than raw people.

Because it is time that makes life good.
108 · Mar 2018
Sacrifice
T R S Mar 2018
I pretend that I live
I live in in a box
Only answering
To lots of anxious knocks

I live in glass globe
That makes me so perfect
I live a life in strobe
God it makes me sick

I don't want be
I won't be who I am
I won't let life so see
I bleed life like a lamb
106 · Dec 2019
Get it
T R S Dec 2019
It turns out that gobbling up gaggles of desperate souls is a perfect way to con humankind.

I really don't mind being wrong, and occupying the space of the poor.
That's nothing more than asking me to be who I always was.

What does bug me is offering hope from the top of Olympus, and then patting yourself on the top your back,

when in fact,
You're the weakest.

Finding the slightest pimple on your face in the morning would set
you back so many hundreds of years,

It makes sense how selfish and petty people can be.
Because life is so hard and blinding, it would take a chosen person,
so special, so real.

It would take a real human being for us to realized what a human should be.
106 · Aug 2020
Doo-Doo Day
T R S Aug 2020
Doo-Doo day

It's almost there

Doo-doo day

It's almost here

doo-doo day

It's right in front of you

Doom is a foreboding

It's almost Doo-Doo day.
106 · Jul 2018
feeling
T R S Jul 2018
It happened on a fragrant feast.

It happened in a tree

I felt when a sore had burned

I felt it beneath me

Under a sort
Under my breath

I felt a kind of knee

Like a bump
and Like a lump

Lumpy it came i see
106 · Dec 2018
Dove
T R S Dec 2018
Somewhere, while out in the world
Standing, I stood and heard word of a bird
Who had heard of me
Who I had met before long ago
Way back when then is when she'd decided to live with me,
live by me,
and love me
Pragmatically acting on my behalf often for lack of my proper judgement
106 · Dec 2018
Storeroom
T R S Dec 2018
Stored in my grandmother's back room
Storage held shelves and shelves of cotton covered trinkets
and odds
and ends
Sundries that held old funny stories
and cans and old flyers that held little more history
than the **** I took this morning

But upended, on side
collided with time
was a heap of old wicker bough baskets
stacked in heaps and heaps
but guarded and carefully covered
Covered in cotton lace.
Tatted in tantalizing
waves of rings of knots, holes, and wide open spaces
The treasures I found measured in yards of cotton lace.
106 · Oct 2019
Auto-Didact
T R S Oct 2019
Golden petals are soggy,
riddled on frozen ground.

Silver is so lonesome, so it peddles
real problems while run around.

A mound of ****** and taxes turns into
electrum and magnimation.

To learn a word, don't ask.
Just look it up.
And avoid cognitive degradation.
Look up every word you don't know
105 · Nov 2019
Food Warrior
T R S Nov 2019
I created a new condiment out of jelly, ranch, beef jerky, and lsd.

It's really salty and cost as much as a buttered popcorn kernel cover with the mist of the perfect potato chip.

It's as sweet as a ramen noodle prison driven in an uber lead by a giant ketchup SUV.
105 · Oct 2019
Give it Time.
T R S Oct 2019
I checked out how well the stew was seasoned from all of my advanced students.

I knew the recipes and rudiments only hold fast after hate hadn't held and wouldn't last.

So, after education had made real mention of how hard life can be,
That's when I wrote my book of what I actually see.
104 · Jun 2018
Pickled legs
T R S Jun 2018
It's seems like somebody left some eggs in the sink
For far too long.
It stinks and I wish I had something to eat
Maybe I'll reheat the spoiled eggs and gnash at them anyway
I'll have it with pickles and whisky
I'll eat over overstained sheets
Repeat, and renounce
My flavorful past
And then last as long as my food
104 · Jul 2018
I wish I never knew fire
T R S Jul 2018
Sacrificing a seat of sullen ****** brews
and the same path of thinking that you make you use and lose
Like it's a blanket that with cover you
but it keeps you from you life
Wanting is discovering and makes like not worth strife.
I
I
I
It's like bleeding in helpless deer
It's like a fire undiscovered, pain bent on, without fear.
104 · Feb 2018
Growing a garden
T R S Feb 2018
Firmly the ferns formed an archway.
Lovely and bustling, it's dusted with creatures whose fearsome
features featured a lonesome robust fractured structure built for all
of us.
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