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"retrial" poems
~for those who can’t sleep, and know why~ ***you say “how much is too far?” and I think yes, more scars, a man surveys a lifetime of errors and cowardice, my soles, scarred from nite-walking new york city sidewalks, days of haven’t slept in years, weakness is my prejudice, tally sums-ups as no forgiveness, the pavement paying is a continuum of  paying on, there is no atonement for wasted life, the concrete cracks wedded to my body, stepped on each one*** **marvel at the disastrous disappointment that I’ve engineered, how creative in disguising a life of accumulated self bruising, applaud my season’s greeting card, 2020, me meeting me, in a laptop I am contained, global boundaries thus defined, crumpled coffee cups, emptied wine glass, zoom loops of repetition, still I wonder why, every day, how, so many missteps, wondering not at the lackluster will that carried me;  every minute sorrowful** *so much hidden begs for revelation, murdered souls, theft, jealousy, but the punishment is brutal; a conscientious conscience continually punishes my blackened hours and there is no retrieval, retrial, just a grounded plot with neither headstone and grass, for I’m marked by no marker, and the wounds inflicted are my afflicted leavings, my bones+soul confined, and the hallelujah word excised from my vocabulary, forbidden me, justifiably so* ————————————- Mr. Tambourine Man Song by Bob Dylan “Though I know that evening's empire has returned into sand Vanished from my hand Left me blindly here to stand, but still not sleeping My weariness amazes me, I'm branded on my feet I have no one to meet And the ancient empty street's too dead for dreaming... And take me disappearing through the smoke rings of my mind Down the foggy ruins of time Far past the frozen leaves The haunted frightened trees Out to the windy beach Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky With one hand waving free Silhouetted by the sea Circled by the circus sands With all memory and fate Driven deep beneath the waves Let me forget about today until tomorrow”
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Dec 5, 2020
Dec 5, 2020 at 4:33 AM UTC
“I’m branded on my feet”
~for those who can’t sleep, and know why~ ***you say “how much is too far?” and I think yes, more scars, a man surveys a lifetime of errors and cowardice, my soles, scarred from nite-walking new york city sidewalks, days of haven’t slept in years, weakness is my prejudice, tally sums-ups as no forgiveness, the pavement paying is a continuum of  paying on, there is no atonement for wasted life, the concrete cracks wedded to my body, stepped on each one*** **marvel at the disastrous disappointment that I’ve engineered, how creative in disguising a life of accumulated self bruising, applaud my season’s greeting card, 2020, me meeting me, in a laptop I am contained, global boundaries thus defined, crumpled coffee cups, emptied wine glass, zoom loops of repetition, still I wonder why, every day, how, so many missteps, wondering not at the lackluster will that carried me;  every minute sorrowful** *so much hidden begs for revelation, murdered souls, theft, jealousy, but the punishment is brutal; a conscientious conscience continually punishes my blackened hours and there is no retrieval, retrial, just a grounded plot with neither headstone and grass, for I’m marked by no marker, and the wounds inflicted are my afflicted leavings, my bones+soul confined, and the hallelujah word excised from my vocabulary, forbidden me, justifiably so* ————————————- Mr. Tambourine Man Song by Bob Dylan “Though I know that evening's empire has returned into sand Vanished from my hand Left me blindly here to stand, but still not sleeping My weariness amazes me, I'm branded on my feet I have no one to meet And the ancient empty street's too dead for dreaming... And take me disappearing through the smoke rings of my mind Down the foggy ruins of time Far past the frozen leaves The haunted frightened trees Out to the windy beach Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky With one hand waving free Silhouetted by the sea Circled by the circus sands With all memory and fate Driven deep beneath the waves Let me forget about today until tomorrow”
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You not being able to trust me is comparable to life spent in prison. I comitted crimes before, pleading guilty to sleeping with another man before you even asked. I would not have shed my clothes for him had I known  you were coming back. I know now that fights do not always lead to a final goodbye. His touch felt so strange. Boney hands glided across my skin. He didn't give me goosebumps. Instead, the tips of his fingers were bees.  I lost your trust in exchange for being stung a dozen times. You gave me a life sentence, when i am already imprisoned by my conscience. Please consider a retrial
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Jan 21, 2014
Jan 21, 2014 at 4:22 AM UTC
life sentence
I have a poster of fame Posted on every building and street corner in America I am an outlaw on the lamb as I am running from the "Law of The Land." A "dangerous flame." I am not of criminal nature. I seem to have let down those who have arrested me Investments that couldn't be made due to accidents and Ill Receptive Moments I broke from a dark cell to seek a land which will accept outlaws such as me. Such events Transformed friends into Law Seekers Running after a "rogue comrade" To be liquidated from the inventory the names of entities Scratched off the List of people   who are titled the  "Accepted Glory." Friends lost the notions of "balance" as certain rewards were notable to be  banked to be received as amounts of funds As the situation grew dim with tragedy To the court of "The Worms Wall" He was sentenced to exile Without a chance of debating the Liability No Balance Without his own counsel This fugitive never stood his chance. Wishing to have someone to become his friend He was drawn into the darkness from understanding's light As the empty chair in the court room They were not there I sat in the Witness Box Shivering in the coldness of the Verdict's Plight To where I am supposed to go while now on the run I need a retrial To prove my name of the  truth As such titles should   be replaced on the list Until such My tour shall be advertised on Wanted Posters all over Friendship city Until I can prove my true blue loyalty I have no dignity I am now the lost one.
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Nov 17, 2017
Nov 17, 2017 at 7:51 PM UTC
Deserts of Wanted Posters
I have a poster of fame Posted on every building and street corner in America I am an outlaw on the lamb as I am running from the "Law of The Land." A "dangerous flame." I am not of criminal nature. I seem to have let down those who have arrested me Investments that couldn't be made due to accidents and Ill Receptive Moments I broke from a dark cell to seek a land which will accept outlaws such as me. Such events Transformed friends into Law Seekers Running after a "rogue comrade" To be liquidated from the inventory the names of entities Scratched off the List of people   who are titled the  "Accepted Glory." Friends lost the notions of "balance" as certain rewards were notable to be  banked to be received as amounts of funds As the situation grew dim with tragedy To the court of "The Worms Wall" He was sentenced to exile Without a chance of debating the Liability No Balance Without his own counsel This fugitive never stood his chance. Wishing to have someone to become his friend He was drawn into the darkness from understanding's light As the empty chair in the court room They were not there I sat in the Witness Box Shivering in the coldness of the Verdict's Plight To where I am supposed to go while now on the run I need a retrial To prove my name of the  truth As such titles should   be replaced on the list Until such My tour shall be advertised on Wanted Posters all over Friendship city Until I can prove my true blue loyalty I have no dignity I am now the lost one.
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Bing Bada Boom, Legion of Doom. Hear the World Engine go 'Vroom Vroom.' Adam and Eve, Bride and Groom. Heavenly Couple sent down to Earth. Their wicked *** children and their twisted *** greed, wrecked the Earthly Garden and paid their warnings no heed. When the day is done and the fun is over, the playground is empty and the children must go home. Moms and Pops, They ain't gonna hold back. We finna get an *** whoopin'. Its been a long time coming. All of humanity, get yo *** in line; CEOs first, emplyees last. You do the crime, you do the time. Dem are de rules and you brokened them all. You've run out of time and there's no way to stall. Did you forget? We gotta go back. The same One who sent us here will call us all back. Get your affairs in order before the conductor comes a-collecting. Your ticket was punched the moment you drew your first breath. Check your itinerary - duration and detours, none of them matter. This trip is one way, there is no going back. The destination is final so be not in denial. Prepare your defense and argue your case, for the Judgement is final and there shall be no retrial.
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Apr 18, 2020
Apr 18, 2020 at 7:47 AM UTC
Notice of Assessment