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Monsoon is gone. September comes 
Together, let's welcome with drums. 
Monsoon had created havoc and gone.
Soon the waters will be with Drawn 
Time to celebrate September has come. 

Festivals in India bring fun in tonnes. 
In this month many festivals they sum
Me happy and boredom has worn.
September comes 

Tune, Come September, my guitar strums
It's so famous everyone hums.
Fun time, everyone blows their horn.
Happily, my thoughts will airborne. 
I send birthday wishes by virtual realms. 
September comes
These walls that lie before me
Are all I have left of my past
The scars bring back the memories I wish I didn't have
Enclose me in your boiling rain in which I can't escape
Cut myself with my lies and all of my mistakes
This place feels like Eden to the world outside
No love, no pain, no sorrow, just a place where I can hide
Oh how I regret the times I ignored your advice
Now I wish I listened because it could've saved my life
But if I could turn back time and do it all again
I'd do everything the same because I love the mess i'm in
I knew there was a turn
but it never turned up
and I kept walking straight
in search of it.

The road was familiar
the turn was on the left
in every known way
yet in the broad daylight
it left me.

I know you wouldn't believe it
neither did I
as alike a puzzled wayfarer
I kept on looking for the turn.

It happened to me.
P'raps it happens in other lives too,
the turn always there
keeps eluding.

Then when found,
it's no longer needed.
I can’t remember the last day
I wanted to reach the end of

I want to end the day
grateful that I survived it

Perhaps surviving won’t even cross my mind

Maybe one day  I won’t be
so focused on cursing my heartbeat
I’ll start to take it for granted

I want to look at the dawning of tomorrow
through an open window instead of through bars

To see an opportunity instead of an expectation

One more day imprisoned in my alive
in a body, in an animal

I don’t want to eye-droop another day
I want to wild-eye my mornings the way
I imagine I might have in a happier childhood

I want to wring every drop of yes out--
exhausting the finest morsels of starlight
before hanging up the towel for night.
Reminding myself that I am not alone
in thinking there is a collective conscience
library that has been made accessible, but

to readers, only, and within that set,
to readers who read for life, to live,

letterly, let be, let see, let say, what if,

or wonder if, let us see, let us say, today

where you were when I was in process
as an explanation
of an adversarial approach, a strategy,
accessing a push that has come to shove

me into your comfort zone, to force a will,
a will submitted to that thing you profess
to know is too true to think two ways,

trick is, digesting suggested gulps taken,
earlier in our mindstreaming, thinking sure,

the good, the good
in being alive, good for nothing at any rate,

making no thing, seem likely how as spirit
feels, loosed, to seem likely why we think

we breathe, half time in, half time out,
day by day, we live and breathe, and assume
the position we were led to believe, ours
to hold as true, for the rest of ever after,

our purpose on earth, laughs in our heart,
and wipes a grin across our face,
and once more
-wordflow slows, so back up,
can occur,
yes, imagine the loss,
back up, clogs old reasons
arterial distinctions excused
as essential legacy worth sets
where your treasure lay unseen…

earnest as any disguised gay Nineties
entertainer on the society pages,
lo, long after Turing was made example of…
- rude gay abandonment, so sad, liar
dies to convince some school board,
we all make up minds, we all may let such be,

scriptural, let it be written, thus it becomes,
for those who know it, this is it, do as we say,
or die, as seen when tyrants are dramatized,
on TV for all to watch, minimum reading cost,
to bring the masses together in one mindframe,
withing our gestalt Earth earth mindshare,
through wishable otherwise moments
we make bend with a laughing what,
twist, and spin, and twist and spin, thinking
ifery was were ours, see, we agree and think
a free minute,
and let it fly, to become another just
in time right move, made with no prejudicial
estimation of the attention cost needed to use

a free minute.
Keep it, in the long run, any free minute seems eternal.
-Studying car lights from outside- an automobile's slow flash-

Primary colors of headlight reflections, flirt in their dance-like dash.

Here I sit in the back of my van, in the corner on the side of the street; I've been right here since 5pm, how the hours lapse with deceit. Its been just over 5 full hours that I've been paralyzed in this seat; Now as it's pushing 10pm, documented my defeat:

I'm more than done with this pit of fear,
overcome the paranoid gap,
all I need is to now pause, re-evaluate  
Exiting this trap.

To wrap it up in this conclusion
To iterate the hours ceaseless delusion
Is to redefine isolations inherent seclusion-  with confidence, strength-
dispel illogic's confusion.
She
Told
Me my
truth
Laid the
Road for me
A rich woman
Destiny
She saw it
Without
Me
Run rivers dry
Right through
The ages prove
If it was another way
To do this I would've
Welcome it
They have no clue
I will not lose
All ships dock
All tides wane
Every beginning
Has an end
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