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"garnishments" poems
searching for meaning in muck’s mire crawling on knees and elbows in hills and valleys of gray matter weeding through memories turning them like mulch refreshing the mind’s soil nourishing a heart shrouded in fibrillation a cool wind freezes time and winds the clocks backward he sees himself in past’s mirror looking into his eyes he finds a place of pensive calm contemplating the stillness he recalls uncomplicated beginnings wafting in the smells of adolescence waves crashing on the jetty campfire on the beach hot dogs cooked on wire hangers barefoot midnight football on the sand with the girls blowin’ a little **** in darkness’ solitude an occasional airplane taking off overhead drowning out discussion on a utopian society endorphins heightening recollections pre-adulthood times before mistakes and regrets before the bad news grabbed the headlines keeping discontentment’s seeds deep inside sprouting an irregular heartbeat he wonders how it could come to this never had much growing up doesn’t have much now never thought much of himself just living day to day with garnishments on a part-time salary
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Apr 16, 2014
Apr 16, 2014 at 10:39 PM UTC
del-maximo
TO THE CURB
searching for meaning in muck’s mire crawling on knees and elbows in hills and valleys of gray matter weeding through memories turning them like mulch refreshing the mind’s soil nourishing a heart shrouded in fibrillation a cool wind freezes time and winds the clocks backward he sees himself in past’s mirror looking into his eyes he finds a place of pensive calm contemplating the stillness he recalls uncomplicated beginnings wafting in the smells of adolescence waves crashing on the jetty campfire on the beach hot dogs cooked on wire hangers barefoot midnight football on the sand with the girls blowin’ a little **** in darkness’ solitude an occasional airplane taking off overhead drowning out discussion on a utopian society endorphins heightening recollections pre-adulthood times before mistakes and regrets before the bad news grabbed the headlines keeping discontentment’s seeds deep inside sprouting an irregular heartbeat he wonders how it could come to this never had much growing up doesn’t have much now never thought much of himself just living day to day with garnishments on a part-time salary
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I sit back and wonder, not why? But about life, what makes me see the real meanin of the things that I see. Constantly, I continue to be, the realist of a lot of human things. Mother Oshune is what pureth me, let her rinse my face and cure me.. To be to be safe of the things that try to pull me, to be wise of the people who try to fool me. May my spirit control and guide me, may GOD be beside me, may the devil be abolished from me. May no door be open, let me toss the key. Let righteousness be in my hands. Let light shine and be around my stands. Let no human take my garnishments for their own evil possessions. But let me astray, and be found in my own essence.
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Aug 16, 2017
Aug 16, 2017 at 9:13 PM UTC
Tokyo
The Realist
I sit back and wonder, not why? But about life, what makes me see the real meanin of the things that I see. Constantly, I continue to be, the realist of a lot of human things. Mother Oshune is what pureth me, let her rinse my face and cure me.. To be to be safe of the things that try to pull me, to be wise of the people who try to fool me. May my spirit control and guide me, may GOD be beside me, may the devil be abolished from me. May no door be open, let me toss the key. Let righteousness be in my hands. Let light shine and be around my stands. Let no human take my garnishments for their own evil possessions. But let me astray, and be found in my own essence.
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