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The poor thing got
lost in the escape.
And she was still hungover
from the childhood terror.
Her personality was
ruined--redolent with
the first flowers of
madness.

She made a pretend
world, full of delusions.
A house of cards that
was laden with
lunacy, her insanity
became safe and dependent
on her never taking
responsibility for her
actions--she was a
pawn for the adage,
Hurt people Hurt people,
like Blanche from
A Streetcar Named Desire,
and
Don Quixote,
Her world crumbled and she climbed
into the abyss,
when she looked
deeply into the
mirror of reality.
Here's a link to my you tube channel where I read my poetry.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jRhyjqbFrGI
I have empty boots strewn
on my back deck.
I have empty boots still
in my cupboard
not yet walked their ordained path.
I have empty boots
and empty dreams,
not really living,
or so it seems.
Where would have those steps taken?
Who would I have been?
Where could I now be if I took those steps of my wishful making?
Memories...!
All we have to cherish.
All we have left to share.
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Sweet lullaby dots the night
And dawn begets a new day
A new hope to begin again
Morning sun bristles this hope
The very hope we are all alive to.
We are the old wine with great taste gorging down the throats of loved ones
Reminiscences of great exploits and journeys in time past.
Our flights,fights,fears,victories and hopes
The very experiences we share cannot be taken away from us
We're lights to shine and brighten one anothers paths with enlivened memories in time and space.
Molding a happier world.
The sun light in purple flare peeps through the bamboo starks, its stripes in stride of leaves bubble at the hissing sounds of a conceal long belt-like tread bidding its time to hit its target and as well defend itself.
And Like the cobra the chameleon dodges between the blistering colors of the bamboo yellow and it’s straying green for dear life.
And minding the dance of the Hunter and the hunted; the cobra and the chameleon, is the hulk hovering in the distance sky in colors and shades as the hen gathers its chicks.
At the teak bush of my Ezi the blue sky lines with the departing sunlight in silk white and gold gives hope of a life from that of the pre and predators in today’s world.
The conqueror is also the conquered, a true testament that the sky is an open hall but our starting points.
Ezi is my town and my people of peace,brotherliness and community of great minds
 Nov 2024 vienna bombardieri
rick
smoking a bag full of memories
over the flame of your past
you get high on a girl
you no longer love
but can’t stop thinking about
and there’s nothing you can do
to change the way it went down,
only imagine what could’ve been
if you’d done things a bit differently
which somehow hurts more yet makes
you chuckle on the inside
and now’s she’s out there
with other people,
in other places,
doing other things
that don’t involve you
while you sulk in the corner
with the useless bottle,
the useless tears
and the useless fantasies
that you’ve never lived in.
I say relax kid,
if you look back on the entirety of yourself,
you’ve made it through drug overdoses,
car crashes, untruthful rumors, utter loneliness,
suicide attempts and the impeccable timing of bad luck
I’m fairly certain you’ll make it through this too,
it’s only heartbreak.
Pain within my every word
Mental instability
Never very kind or patient
Definitely not conducive to tranquility

Oh to be free all I long for
World exterminated of hate
Something I've dreamt about often
Life has refused to cooperate

Relaxation an overstayed houseguest
Won't take my subtle hints to leave
Some think I enjoy lazy demeanor
Desperately wish goals I could acheive

I'm not worthless degenerate
Just process events differently than most
A am a lost soul fighting depression
Inside haunted by a nameless ghost

With zero way to discover a road to bliss
Words I scribble my comfort when dark
Everything is a fleeting experience
Perception altered by every harmful remark

Is swallowing truth so hard
That it sticks in back of my throat?
If it is I'll forcefully choke it down
Weight why it's difficult to float
I got hit with writer's block so that's why the ending is somewhat abrupt
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