white and black…

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I am uninspired, just on the verge of tears

The white and black of it all, the serenity:

Cold marble floors touch a fresh ablution.

My mind wanders to a prettier world:

Cool. And clean.

Cool and clean: interrupted by the stupidity of reality.

I can not make it stop.

I can not make it stop because, Because it is my life.

I can not stop the words, substitute them, turn them down:

Because they are real.

They are what is real and my cold, white, and black is not.

simplify…

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i grow older, the fights: they are the same.

cut open my cartoid artery with that broken record

and let me bleed out an answer because i can’t solve this with my brain.

spearmint walk with me, take me to a place of no ambiguity.

hey who’s on trial…

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It’s the crossing over in your face, the way you (don’t) comb your hair,

It’s the fantasy I see; the reality is not there.

Nice face.

Nice brain.

It’s the air that I become, when you look in my direction

Your name on the A-list, et al, a bad reflection

Brown face. Sensitive to light. Basketball shorts. (sans) Briefs.

Wear the beach around your neck,

I wear the beach around mine

Enjoy it while it lasts, Rosemary tinted glasses.

Vicarious Love…

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She has became the vessel I ride to my dreams,

“A source once scorned” and dismissed:

Is now the object of lurid scrutiny.

The cellar door, it tempts me, shines light on an insipid girl.

I neither strive towards it, nor vociferously resist. I’m unsure.

I am not an enigma. You win.

truth at 3:10 am…

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i’m still too immature to detect manipulation.

how many must i go through before i can fully grasp the evil in mankind

do i want to? no

do i need to? obviously

is gaining and retaining knowledge my forte? obviously: no.

is self depreciation something honored? only i can decide.

does it eat me up inside? it eats me up inside

and outside and sideways.

I choose hide. I…

Am so lost.

fragility…

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sometimes i hold my frailness dear

as i think it’s something treasured

desired, that weakness.

that helplessness that ensures another’s superiority

in this way i make myself amiable

flawed conclusions:

i hurt myself and i hurt others

i am a mass of destruction

dylan thomas…

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And death shall have no dominion.
Dead mean naked they shall be one
With the man in the wind and the west moon;
When their bones are picked clean and the clean bones gone,
They shall have stars at elbow and foot;
Though they go mad they shall be sane,
Though they sink through the sea they shall rise again;
Though lovers be lost love shall not;
And death shall have no dominion.

And death shall have no dominion.
Under the windings of the sea
They lying long shall not die windily;
Twisting on racks when sinews give way,
Strapped to a wheel, yet they shall not break;
Faith in their hands shall snap in two,
And the unicorn evils run them through;
Split all ends up they shan’t crack;
And death shall have no dominion.

And death shall have no dominion.
No more may gulls cry at their ears
Or waves break loud on the seashores;
Where blew a flower may a flower no more
Lift its head to the blows of the rain;
Through they be mad and dead as nails,
Heads of the characters hammer through daisies;
Break in the sun till the sun breaks down,
And death shall have no dominion.